Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy -EDITED

Forth 👣-edited

Ryder's decision ignited not a fight, but a full raging war... between me and his patience, his iron clad nerves.

Three days and twenty-three episode of "Chandralekha" had passed since Ryder had officially become my caregiver and I've tried to annoy, bully, even to constipate him into resigning. Every method had been unsuccessful. But I didn't give up because no matter how patient Ryder was, I was tenfold more determined to get rid of him.

"How does she still talk with a bullet in her head?" Said man broke me out of my thoughts, rolling his eyes in frustration at the actress on the screen.

"Well, she is a thot, the AIDS is melting the iron away." I responded casually, shrugging my shoulders when Ryder turned to glare at me, a look of disbelief plastered on his face. I could feel him boiling next to me and a hopeful smile broke out on my face. Indian series were loooong and pretty frustrating. Fifty percent of the scenes were shot in slow motion and each time characters stared at each other I could feel Ryder burn holes on the side of my head, more than surely holding back from strangling me.

And just as I assumed, it didn't last long before Ryder huffed in frustration and paused the 24th episode of "Chandralekha" with a huff.

"Can we watch something else, please?"

"No. I promised to not give you too much trouble if you watch movies with me."

"Yes, Carter, movies, not 1000 episode of people gasping in slow motion!"

"1424."

Ryder closed his mouth with a frown. "What?"

"There are 1424 episodes, not 1000." I responded, watching his face contort in horror.

"I am not paid enough for this." He shook his head, standing up. "I am taking a break, you can keep watching."

"But you promised to watch it with me!"

"And I will. After I smoke a cigarette."

I wanted to protest, but then a great idea bloomed in my mind. So I nodded solemnly, starting to follow Ryder.

"You going somewhere?" Ryder asked with a risen brow and I simply shrugged my shoulders.

"I am gonna take a leak while you are gone."

"Oh..." the boy smirked with a sexy disclosure of his canine. "I thought you wanted a smoke too."

"I am saving my lungs for a pair of new legs, or a new IPhone, thank you! Now go and be careful not to choke on some fag!"

Ryder rolled his eyes, leaving the room whilst dressing his jacket. And instead of going to the bathroom like I said, I silently followed him, waiting until he exited the house before making my way to the window next to the door. I slid the curtain aside, watching the football player lean against one of the porch' pillars, lighting up a cigarette.

Oh, how I will make you regret your existence, Ryder! I didn't change so many caregivers for nothing. I thought, rubbing my hands evilly.

Still keeping my eyes glued to the window, I stretched my arm to the handle and caught the key between my thumb and the length of my index. Then I swiftly locked the door, leaning back in my wheelchair to wait for Ryder's "return".

Meanwhile, my eyes wondered on the boy's built form, making me lean my chin in the heel of my palm and watch him curiously. His chocolate skin looked lighter in the rays of the retreating sun. He was tall and well built and the way he sucked on his cigarette seemed rather sensual, giving him a roughness which didn't work too well with the ginger features of his face. Despite being tactless and cold, his wide eyes and long lashes, his full lips and small pointy nose made him look rather cute. He almost reminded me of-