•Chapter 11•
"Did you give your sister the cake?" I ask Ryder curiously as we walk down the sidewalk.
Ryder and I had to walk to work yet again because he didn't have his car again. I didn't know what was going on with it or where it was, but he needed to hurry up and get it back, because this was the fifth time we've walked to work and I was about sick of it.
A simple solution to this problem would just be to get my own car, but my parents, for some reason, have not taken that up as an option.
"Yeah... She loved it. I told her you helped me make it and she said she wanted to meet you. I don't know why anyone would want to meet you, but that's what she said."
I shot a glare at Ryder before switching to a small smile. "Aw, that's nice..." I state, looking down at the ground. "What does she look like?" I ask.
"Uh," Ryder begins, looking up in the air to think about some of the physical features about her he could tell me about. "Well, she has really curly black hair...and blue eyes. She has freckles on top of her nose, and cheeks. That's pretty much all I can think of."
I slowly nod my head, trying my best to set up a mental picture of Ryder's little sister in my head.
"You want to know exactly what she said?" Ryder asks in a quiet, dispirited tone, his face dropping as he looked down at the ground.
I furrow my eyebrows at his sudden mood change. "What did she say?" I ask in confusion, waiting anxiously for a response.
"I told her your name...and she said... 'I wanna meet her, I wanna meet her...before I die'."
I instantly stop in the midst of my walking and let my face drop also. I took in Ryder's words and shake my head before looking up at him. "She said that?" I ask in incredulity. Ryder slowly nods his head in reply. "She's afraid she's gonna die?"
Ryder shrugs his shoulders. "Well... you have to breath in order to live, and... she can't even go a full twenty four hours without gasping for air. So... yeah, she is afraid."
I flick my eye gaze to the sidewalk and let out a small sigh of dejection. What I honestly wanted to do was cry, but of course I couldn't do that in front of Ryder.
I couldn't imagine how Callie or Ryder felt. A girl that young shouldn't have to go through stuff like that...
Realizing my eyes were vaguely watering, I put a small smile on my face, trying to dismiss the topic from my mind. "Come on..." I say quietly, continuing to walk to the ice cream shop.
When we arrive in the parking lot, I put an immensely perplexed look on my face when I see there were absolutely no cars in the parking lot.
I look through the glass door to see the big CLOSED sign flipped to the front.
"What?! My parents didn't tell me the— Oh..." I trail when I remember my parents did tell me the shop was gonna be closed for the remainder of the week. I slap my hand over my forehead and sigh. "I completely forgot the shop was closed do the rest of the week..."
"Why's the shop closed?" Ryder asks in confusion.
"It's my parents anniversary today and they just left for Santa Monica. They're staying for the whole weekend, so they closed up the shop." I explain.
Ryder nods his head, letting me know that he understood. Ryder slowly let a smirk form at his lips. "Yeah! No work for the rest of the week!" He yells I'm satisfactory.
"Dammit!" I suddenly yell.
"What?" Ryder asks, giving me a cautious look.
"I forgot the shop was closed so I don't have my house keys. And my Aunt isn't home right now, and Ryan is at basketball tryouts. So I have no way of getting inside my house." I explain, mentally slapping myself for being so stupid.
Ryder rolls his eyes. "You can come to my place until your aunt gets home..." He mutters.
I give Ryder a look of impression. "Why are you all of a sudden being so nice?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Fine, I'll leave you out here until it gets dark so someone can kidnap you, kill you, and sell your body parts."
I widen my eyes at his response before walking down the street with no further words.
It was kind of weird that Ryder and I just had a full on conversation like that. And it didn't contain any name calling, no jokes, no fights... In fact, Ryder has been acting a lot like less of an asshole lately... well at least when we're alone. At school, he's the same old Ryder that calls me names and irritates me to my greatest extent.
That was the Ryder that I was used to. Not saying that I didn't appreciate the nice side of him, the asshole side of him was what I've been used to for years.
And I couldn't believe that I was actually about to go inside Ryder's house for a second time. I didn't even like approaching his presence within three feet let alone stepping foot in his home... twice.
The remainder of the walk between Ryder and I was unsurprisingly silent until we reached his house.
There were no sings of cars in the driveway, so I was guessing his mom wasn't home, which would just make this whole experience much more awkward.
Ryder and I walk to the front door of his house and I stand there patiently as he fishes through his jean pocket, searching for a key to unlock the house.
When Ryder finally retrieves the key, he quickly unlocks the door and we entered the quiet house.
The house was fairly dark inside, the only light coming from the little sunlight that was casting through the huge windows in the kitchen and living room.
Ryder and I were awkwardly standing in front of the front door for a while before I suddenly realize that my throat is dry. "Uh, you got anything to drink?" I ask, walking further into the house, not taking my gaze off of Ryder.
"Oh, yeah." Ryder replies, walking into the kitchen and swinging the refrigerator door open.
I look inside the refrigerator and scan my eyes over the variety of drinks. I indiscriminately pick up a bottle of water and instantly start chugging it. Almost half the bottle was gone in a matter of fifteen seconds.
I see Ryder give me an amusing smirk from the corner of my eye before he let out a small laugh. "Someone's thirsty."
I gulp one of swig of water before shooting a glare at Ryder. "Haha, very funny." I sarcastically and indifferently state before leaning my back on the kitchen counter. "So, are we just gonna stand here for hours?" I ask, bringing the water bottle back to my mouth and drinking more of the water of it.
It just occurred to me that it was probably gonna be a while before my Aunt or my brother got home... which meant I was probably gonna be stuck here for at least two hours. This definitely wasn't what I'd planned, but I was the one who was stupid and didn't bring my house keys, so I had to be responsible for my actions.
Ryder simply shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not doing homework, so that's off the list." Ryder states, and I raised my eyebrows. Ryder took a long pause before he speaks again. "...We could make out."
My eyes widen at his words and I instantly and suddenly spit out the water that I was intaking. The water I spit out flew onto Ryder's white t-shirt and he jumps and shoots me a look of incredulity.
I squeeze my eyes together and start a coughing fit, nearly choking on my water. After a few seconds of choking, I calm down and ease to a stop.
I let out a heavy sigh and put my hand over my chest. This might have been a bit dramatic, but I was not expecting him to say that!
"Calm down! I didn't actually mean it! It was a joke!" Ryder yelled, looking down at his now wet t-shirt. "Like I would ever make out with you..."
I stare at Ryder for a few seconds before letting out a small laugh. "Oh yeah, right." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Sorry..." I trail, giving him an apologetic look.
Ryder glares at me before letting out a small sigh. "Now I have to change shirts," He says in a tone that said 'thanks a lot'. Ryder shakes his head in dissatisfaction before walking past me and out of the kitchen.
"Sorry..." I repeat, following Ryder up the stairs.
And the clumsy award goes to... Riley Simmons.
I observe the second floor of his house as I follow Ryder to a random room. The second floor was just a long hallway consisting of various rooms.
We pass by one room in which the walls were painted a soft color of pink and there were dolls and other toys spread across the floor. It was undoubtedly Callie's room. I look in the room for a few more seconds before continuing to follow Ryder.
Ryder opens a door and walks in a room, and I follow his actions, walking in the room behind him. I examine the room and notice it painted a dull, light color of blue. There are clothes scattered all over the floor, plates of half eaten food on the full sized bed, balled up papers in random corners, and just a whole bunch of other junk that's inexplicable.
"Is this your room?" I ask as Ryder slings open a drawer and rummages through various shirts. Ryder simply nods his head in reply, pulling out a red faded t-shirt.
I watch Ryder as he suddenly lifts his shirt over his head and takes it off his body.
My eyes wide at his actions and I uncontrollably stare at upper body. I wasn't surprised that Ryder had a six pack, but I had no idea it look – and dare I say – good...
"Like what you see?" Ryder asks, causing me to quickly switch my gaze to his face.
I scowl at him and simply don't reply. My eyes were about to cast lower to look at his abs again, but I forcibly keep my eyes on his face.
"Hurry up and put the shirt on!" I demand. Ryder rolls his eyes before quickly slipping on his shirt. "Thank you..."
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