Winning over The Bad Boy(Do you wanna play a game)

Bring it on Godzilla!

*Warning. Written on my phone so beware of any mistakes.*

Ryder and I had collected all dishes and we're now currently washing them. My mother had left to go get my annoying brother because his car broke down.

Again. I swear this kid has the worst of luck. Ryder wash washing and I was drying. Considering my mother never let's me use the dishwasher unless it's an occasion.

He had insisted that he washed because he got tired of hearing me complain about how gross and stupid dishes are.

So to shut me up, he made us trade jobs. I had finished drying all my dishes and we're now putting them away. I felt something whip my upper thigh and I immediately felt a tingly sting.

"Ow!" I screamed out in pain and turned around to see a smirking Ryder.

"Was that neccessary?!" I yelled towards him while rubbing my probably now red thigh.

"Hmm. Yeah." He said while stroking his chin.

"Oh. It's on!" I yelled while charging towards another towel.

"Bring on Godzilla!" He yelled towards me.

But instantly stopped.

"Did you just call me godzilla?" I asked faking being hurt and offended and he laughed. I darted towards him again. But stopped immediately once again.

"Move one more step and I'll do it." He said while holding up the hose.

"Oh. Yeah?" I said with a smirk.

"Yup." Ryder replied popping the 'p'.

"I'm sure." I said rolling my eyes.

"Try me." He responded propping his eyebrow up.

I glanced around the room and came up with a plan. I smirked and quickly started running full speed to the counter.

I hopped up and ducked for cover grabbing the towel and bringing a few other things down with me. I was only damp from Ryder spraying me and I could now hear him chuckling from behind the counter.

"Oh, Effy, come out and play." He said in a husky creepy voice like they would in a scary movie. "Haha I'm good thanks though." I said sarcastically.

And he didn't respond.

I just heard faint footsteps and some shuffling around. I stood up to look at Ryder to be hit square in the face by a sponge.

"You're dead!" I yelled at Ryder after a silence and ran around the island and charged straight for him.

I grabbed a hold of the hose and drenched him with it while he kept throwing soap at me. He grabbed the hose from me and pointed it up at me.

I raised my hands up in surrender and slowly started backing up.

He followed me and smirked his famous smirk. He showered me in water and soap.

I ended up slipping on soap and falling to the ground. Oh and I just so happened to bring Ryder down with me. He fell on top of me and smirked.

"You have bubbles on your face." He said with a laugh.

" So do you." I said joining in on the laughter.

Our breath mixed together.

His closeness felt so right.

He brought his hand up to my face and whipped the soap off.

"Thanks." I said with a small smile.