Supernatural//[ON HOLD]

Supernatural//5

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Anyways, without further ado, here is the next chapter.

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Five.

Someone was tickling me. And it's been going on for the last five minute and frankly, it's really infuriating! I moved my head, trying to shake off whatever was touching me. No such luck because the tickling became more and more consistent. I tried to mumble a warning but what came out sounded garbled and incoherent. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I barely registered that it was about six in the morning and I'm even more certain that when I wake, whoever dared to bother me in this unearthly hour will be dead - or majorly injured.

I heard a sigh and some shuffling, then hot breath caressed my cheeks; it smelled of coffee and mouthwash. The scent was strangely comforting and familiar but now, the tickling faded and was replaced by the prodding of my cheeks.

Irritated and intolerant by the intrusion, I flung out my fist...and it connected with soft skin. I jolted awake and rubbed my eyes, I glanced warily at the clock. Sure enough, it was half past six. I scowled and slumped back down on the bed.

A groan and I sat straight up, shocked still. Was someone here? I glanced down and the person kneeling on his knees, holding his left eye, glared back up at me. I burst out laughing, loud booming laughter that resonated throughout the room. I slapped my hand over my mouth and tried to muffle my laughter. But, as Ryan struggled to stand, he applied more pressure to his eye. I spoke through my hand, still amused, "W-what happened?"

"Are you serious?" He snapped, uncovering his hand and showing me the bluish patch of skin that was forming around his left eye. "Do you not remember punching my eye when you sleep?"

"That's what you get for waking me up at goddamn six in the morning! What were you thinking? And more importantly, why are you up?" I growled, kicking off the duvet, letting the cold air seep through the thin materials of my shorts.

"Did you forget our plans?" He said sarcastically, leaning against the bedpost as I hurriedly made my bed.

"What plan?" I questioned, running a hand through my hair, trying to tame it as much as possible. I'm pretty sure my reflection is somewhat close to one of a chicken.

"Yeah, you forgot." He replied tartly.

"Okay, then tell me why you're in my room! Who let you in? Did you think I wasn't going to kill you for being in my bedroom?" A thought crossed my mind and I raced for the closet, slamming the door shut and standing in front of it, glaring at him through slit-eyes. "Did you mess with my stuff?"

He suddenly grinned. "Oh, you mean the thongs and sexy shorts?"

My eyes widened and my jaw hit the ground. "Ryan!" I screeched. "You really want to die today, don't you?"

He held up his hand, palms up, chuckling. Which is strange because I find no humor in the situation. "Chill. I didn't look through your stuff."

I raised a brow, still fuming. "How can I trust you?"

"Take the risk but I'm telling you, I didn't look through your stuff." He said genuinely.

I frowned, inspecting him, trying to decipher if his honesty was authentic. I relaxed a bit when his eyes showed nothing but undisguised honesty. "I'm gonna have to lock my doors when I sleep now." I grumbled, brushing pass him and into the bathroom. I picked up my toothbrush and whipped a bit of paste on top. "You better not make a habit of sneaking into my room when I sleep because I'm telling you," I pointed at his black eye. "you will get another one."