Twenty minutes had passed approximately and Ryan had still not come back. Now I was more curious to know what could possibly be the reason for this and what was so important that Lyla couldn’t wait few hours to tell Ryan about it. I decided to go check it myself. I knew they were talking in Ryan’s bedroom. I had the directions to his room in my mind from yesterday so, I got up leaving my phone on the couch, music still blaring through its speakers and stumbled towards his bedroom. As I was getting closer to his bedroom, the music started to fade and their voices started to become louder but not loud enough for me to hear. I walked further and when their voices started forming words in my brain, I stopped to eavesdrop. I know it was bad of me to invade someone’s privacy but I couldn’t help it. I always felt that Ryan was hiding something from me and I so wanted to know badly about it. "But I never did that. You know I’m not like that." I heard Ryan grunt as he

Do I really think like that? Is there really a part of my brain where these kind of thoughts live; where the thought that my friends, family and Ryan don’t like me, resides? The thoughts like they all are better off without me? The thoughts of self-pitying? How come that part of my mind was so hidden from me? How come I never noticed that I was being suicidal? I was sprawled on the bed, thinking about the dream I had. I couldn’t believe somewhere in my mind I was self-pitying myself when I hated the pity in the first place. I had myself locked in my room. I really wanted to stay out of everyone’s sight for a while. The dream messed me up. Never once in my life I had a dream like that where I thought that the love I get is not real. A knock on the door snapped me out of my jumbled up thoughts. I groaned and placed a pillow on my face, not really wanting to get up but another knock on the door and I shot up to open the door. “Noah…” I heard Mu

"Rise and Shine sleepyhead." I heard a very cheerful voice that woke me up. I fluttered my eyes open. Not that opening them changed anything but whatever. "What time is it?" I questioned, groggily and rubbed my eyes simultaneously because lights really burn my eyes. "It's 8pm which means dinner time, chop-chop!" He pulled me out of the sheets and made me sit up. For a second he resembled my mother as he dragged me out of the bed. "What's gotten you in a good mood?" I giggled letting him drag me to wherever he was dragging me to. “You.” He scooped me up in his arms, earning a squeak from me. "Ryan, I can walk." I giggled, flailing my legs for him to put me down. "I know." He stated. I just shut my mouth as he was talking me somewhere. "Ryan, I need to pee." I informed him when the pressure increased. I hear him sigh dramatically. "There's only so many ways to destroy romance. Go!" He put me down as I didn’t wait a second

“Stop it!” I shrieked, giggling when Ryan put the cake batter on my face and licked it. He was doing it for almost 15 minutes. After I woke up, we had our lunch and I was feeling pretty much myself so I requested Ryan not to bring up what happened earlier this morning and like the understanding guy he is, he agreed. We decided to bake cake together and make some cupcakes. It was Ryan’s idea. He said his mother just sent her the new cake recipe and he wanted to try it and who was I to say no to cake. It had been an hour that he was trying to make cake batter but he spilled it all on the floor when he made it the first time because he was too busy tickling me. “What? You are so delicious, I can’t stop myself.” He said putting more on my neck and then licking it. “Ryan, I swear to god, I’m going to punch you. You spilled it first time, you’re going to do it again but I really want to eat the cake.” I whined pushing him a little. “You spil

I don’t know what got over him but he pulled me towards him. Maybe he was overwhelmed with the emotions but I wasn’t complaining at all about it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his hands on my lower back. A blush crept on my face but my egoistic ass tried to hide it by hiding my face in his chest. Maybe, that he didn’t like because he instantly unfolded his one arm to just lift my face up, just so he could forcefully kiss me to tell me that I shouldn’t be shy around him which in my opinion was a lot to ask because being a person I am, it was a lot to ask. Well, everything aside which was not important at all, what really important for me was the way our lips synchronized and danced along the melody that water was playing. I could feel my romantic moment unfold like a character of some romantic novel as I could hear the firework and symphonies. The moment we were in was straight out pulled out of a novel, the scenery that I only