Death Of Me - Ryden (Finished)

45.

"How was your week, sweetie?", Ryan's mum asked him when we both came down.

She had blonde coloured hair and the same eyes as Ryan. She had a strict look on her face and she was still in her working clothes.

"Good", he simply said, sitting down on a chair by the big breakfast table. I stood behind him, wanting to watch everything.

"And what about school? Any tests?", she asked.

"History", he answered.

"How was it, do you think it's a good test?", she asked, trying to start a conversation with her son, eventhough it seemed like he didn't want that.

"I guess."

"Ryan, I know you're mad, but you know that your father and I have to work often to afford everything you live in! Our money doesn't grow on trees", she said, sighing, but Ryan stayed quiet, staring at his cup of tea.

Then I heard a pair of other footsteps. A man with grey hair came in, he had also a suit on. Ryan got his lips from him I noticed.

"How is my son doing?", he asked, grabbing Ryan's shoulder heavily. At first I flinched, but according to the looks on his father, it was just a simple greeting.

"Good, dad", he answered.

"That's good to hear! And what about school?"

Ryan sighed and answered: "nothing new."

"No tests?"

I felt like this conversation just happened a few minutes before.

"Just hist-

Ryan was interrupted by a ringing tone coming out of his parents jacket.

"Sorry, I need to take that one", his dad said, walking out of the room.

His mother was already on her phone, in another room, not even noticing her son.

Now I knew why Ryan's was so mad at his parents. The conversation he had... he probably had to repeat that one everytime they come home, before the phone starts to ring again.

I laid my hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up.

"I'm sorry", I whispered, causing a small smile to appear on his face.

"They don't even notice that I'm talking to you", he said, when his mother came back, the phone still in her hand.

And it was true, his mother just walked pass him, not needing to pay attention to Ryan.

Then after ten minutes she stood still and laid her phone back.

"Sorry, this was my chef", she sighed, closing her eyes for a second.

"I know, mum. You don't need to tell me this everytime", Ryan mumbled, his jaw tensing up.

"Ryan", she sighed, "it's not my fault, I have to work."

"I know it's not", he said, finally looking up to meet his mother's eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry", she said, giving him a little peck on the cheek, "I wanna get dressed and lay me down... I'm really stressed."

Ryan gave her a sympatically smile, before she turned around to go away.

"Oh, and before I forget it, Mr. Stanley wanted to ask you if you two wanna go fishing? He said you looked kinda lonely these past days and maybe you two will have some fun", his mum said, before walking to her room.

"This is gonna be fun, Ryan! You have to do it. I was fishing with him two times and it was a lot of fun, maybe he'll help us! And an adult wouldn't hurt", I said.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

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How do you imagine Emily to look like? I didn't really wrote how she's supposed to look like, but what do you think of? Which hair colour, face shape ect.

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