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Chapter 16: You Have A Very Sarcastic Attitude

Author's Note: Sorry for the five day waiting period! I was really busy. And bad news, school starts....it hurts me to admit this....Monday. As in August 20th, 2012. I'm really sad about that. But the reason I told you that is because obviously once school starts I won't be on Wattpad for like ten hours a day. So I mean, I'm still gonna update, just probably not everday. I'll probably update on every story that I'm doing like twice-maybe three times a week. But we still have a whole week until then, just letting you have a small warning. 

The next morning, I wake up to sound of birds chirping continuously outside. God, stupid birds. I groan, and force my eyes open. I turn over and see Ryder’s still asleep. How he’s unfazed by the birds, I have no idea. Last night, he opted to sleep with no shirt on, which I mean, I don’t mind at all. After he stole like half of my cake last night, and I ate some, I decided to save the rest, and put it in the ‘fridge. And so after we ate the cake we came up here, and…made out for about an hour. Which was nice.

         

I know for a fact that my room is no longer paint infested, because I have to go in there every day and get clothes and such. But anyways, I like to sleep in here with Ryder. I get out of the bed-careful not to wake Ryder-and slip out of the door. I go across the hall to my room and push the door open. I take a whiff of the air. Nope, no paint. Smells just like a normal room should. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep in here though.

I go over to the drawer, and pull it open. For some odd reason, I went to sleep in my shirt and jeans last night. Probably because Ryder and I didn’t pull away long enough for me actually change. Wow, I feel like a weirdo now. Oh well. I pull out a black short sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I grab other bathing necessities and go into the bathroom.

I take a quick-well quick for me-shower of fifteen minutes. When I get out, I dry myself off, brush my teeth and then pull my clothes on. I take my hair brush, and pull it through my wet hair, removing the tangles. If I wasn’t so lazy, I’d blow dry it, but I just don’t feel like it. So I just let it stay down and damp. I walk out of the bathroom, and go back into Ryder’s room.

Ryder’s still asleep, he’s just as I left him. I grab the remote from the bedside table, and sit down on the floor against the foot of the bed, leaning on it. I prop my knees up and turn the TV on. I click through the plethora of channels before deciding to just let the TV rest on some random movie. I watch it for a while before I grow bored with it. I feel Ryder’s bed move and then he walks out of the room; I presume he’s going to the bathroom.

My theory seems to be correct as Ryder comes back about two minutes later, and sits down beside me on the floor. I lie down across his lap; well I lay my head in his lap, and lie on my back, looking up at the ceiling. Ryder takes my hand, and strokes it with his thumb.

          “Good morning.” He says his voice a little thick with sleep.

          “Morning.” I reply.

          “How long have you been up?”

I shrug, “Like an hour, I think.”

Ryder nods, “How’d you sleep?”

          “Good. I think I have sleep apnea, but good.”

He chuckles, “Why do you think you have sleep apnea?”