Two months passed, everything was normal. The news we saw was about Ethan.
There was a car accident and he died, Ryder flew to where he was, he took the ashes and spread it all over the sea, even though he was a real jerk, he didn't deserved to die.
Ryder was sad, but with our help he got better.
"This tastes so good." I said while eating pickles." Ryder walked into the kitchen and saw me.
"Thought you hated pickles." He questioned me as he grabbed a cup of coffee.
"I do, but for some reason this taste amazing." He just gave me a weird look.
He walked to the table and gave me a quick kiss. "Any plans for today?" He asked me.
"Yes, be lazy, watch movies, eat and sleep, then I'm repeating that process all over again." I grinned, he just laughed.
"Wish I could stay here, but this mee
