Want you Back

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: (Mia's POV)

After establishing that he was serious about the face masks and dancing, we went into my bathroom. "Ladies first." he said as he sat on the bathroom counter, as he played some music, we were listening to blink 182 and paramore while we screamed whatever songs we knew the lyrics to, and danced. I finished putting my face mask on, a bright minty blue one from lush.

"Your turn." I laughed an exaggerated evil laugh. "Oh no." he mumbled and whined like a little. "Get off." I told him to get off the counter so I could sit on it while I put the face mask on his face since he was a lot taller than me. "Ready?" I asked right before the music suddenly stopped.

"What happened?" I asked as he went to go check on the music while I sat there, rocking my feet back and forth like a little kid. "Speaker is dead." he groaned as he walked back into the bathroom. "Great. Love that." I said as I pulled my legs up, sitting criss cross applesauce.

I began using the flat foundation brush and started by drawing an illuminati triangle on his forehead. I started laughing uncontrollably at what I drew next. I wrote on his cheeks, 'Taylor Swift' with hearts under each word. And then I seriously couldn't stop laughing. "Uh-oh." he said as he stepped away and looked into the mirror. "Fix this. Now." he demanded.

"Jeez, chill." I said as I un-crossed my legs, once again, dangling them from the counter.

"You're constantly kneeing me in my stomach, you know." he said as he placed his hands on my knees. "I can't help it. My ankles started hurting when I sit cross legged." I shrugged as I continued painting the face mask all over his face. "For god's sake." he grabbed my knees and push my legs apart, and pulled me closer, now standing between them, making a gasp escape my lips. "Chill." he breathed.

"Chill? Last time I was putting a face mask on you, you did the exact same thing and then you-"

"I kissed you. Yes I remember. I would do it again but I know you don't want me to." he sighed as I finished painting his face. "Leave it on for 10 minutes. Then we'll wash it off." I huffed as I hopped off the counter and went to chill on my phone while he did the same.

After 10 minutes, the timer on my phone went off and we washed the face masks off.

Those 10 minutes were the longest and the worst 10 minutes of my life. We were sitting in an awkward silence. I hated it. I washed mine off first and then he tried to wash his off. Keyword: Tried. "This shit isn't coming off of my face." he groaned as he aggressively rubbed his face.

"I've never seen someone who doesn't know how to wash their face." I chuckled as I hopped back onto the counter and grabbed his hands, making him stand between my legs again, unknowingly. I grabbed a wet towel and began gently rubbing the face mask off, when he started tapping my thighs, creating a beat. "Hanging out. Down the street." he sang and then stopped the beat, waiting for me to continue. "The same old thing. We did last week." I laughed and sang classics until I finished.

I feel so happy when I'm with him. I was with him for 3 fucking years, and those were the happiest times of my life and in the 6 months that I didn't have him, I lost everything. I lost all hope, I lost all happiness, I pretty much lost the will to wake up every morning. No joke.

"Thank you, for tonight. I um- I haven't been this happy in a really, really long time." I nervously laughed. "Well, I'm glad I could make you happy. Because you have a beautiful smile and I love seeing it." he smiled as we left my bathroom and lied down in my bed.

"I only smile like this when I'm with you." I blurted out before realizing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud." I mumbled, making him smile and then chuckle at my stupidity I presume.

We lied in bed, our backs facing each other's, in a comfortable silence, until I broke it, because I wanted to tell him something that I had told him thousands of times in the 3 years that we were together and I just wanted to remind him. "Ryder?" I asked before talking, checking if he was still awake even though I knew he was. "Mia?" he asked, suggesting that I continued.

"I just um- I just wanted to tell you something." I said softly.

"Mm-hmm." he said as he turned to face my back and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"You can't do that." I said a little too harsh as I threw his arm off of me. Way too harsh than I intended for it to come out. Why the fuck did I say that? I took 5 minutes to try to think of why the hell I would say that, when it the last 6 months, in the 6 months without him, all I've done is crave him and his touch.

He stayed silent and turned his back to face mine. I hurt his feelings a little bit. I knew I did.

"Ryder." I whispered, trying to get his attention so I could apologize and tell him what I wanted to. "Ryder." I said again, but I still didn't get any response, I was just ignored. "Ryder please." I pleaded, he still just ignored. I clicked my tongue in frustration and turned to face him. "Ryder, look at me." I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face me. Once I locked eyes with his, I said his name again. "Ryder." I whined, but I still didn't get any response, he just looked away.

I did the first thing that came to my mind, I straddled him. "Ryder." I said as I sat on his waist and leaned down, making my forehead rest against his. "Do I have your attention now?" I asked as held his head in place, forcing him to look into my eyes as he desperately tried to look away.

I pulled his head from left to centre, making him look directly at me. "Look at me!" I sighed and huffed out loud, after giving up and getting off of him.

I grabbed his hand and snaked it around my waist as I lied down with my back sleeping against his face. I was making him cuddle. "I just wanted to tell you that I really have loved you since I was 13." I mumbled as I stared straight at the one photo that I had stuck on the corner of my bookshelf. He still didn't fucking respond. That asshat. He was ignoring me on purpose, I mean you can't really ignore someone on accident anyway. "Did you not hear what I said? I've loved you since I was 13." I said, a little louder, as I turned to face him and hugged him, with one of his hands that I was holding in mine, forcefully and other resting under the back of his head.

"Screw you!" I said as I hugged him tighter and closed my eyes, trying to go to sleep with just me cuddling with him, and him ignoring me.

"Told you I wouldn't cuddle with you unless you wanted to." he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

I looked up at him and kissed him. Then I just pretended like I never did it, and went to sleep, knowing that just for tonight, he was my boyfriend.