Rose
I snuggle up next to Ryder, as the clock ticks 4:00am and we still lie awake in each other's arms.
We decided to binge the Harry Potter series, cause it has like 10 movies and apparently sleep wasn't on or agenda.
I don't even know where we are anymore.
Ryder plays with my hair and I yawn into his chest. Reaching over next to him, I try to grab a chicken wing. My finger tips pat the plate and find it empty.
I look up at Ryder, and he avoids my eyes with a smirk on his face. I told him to save me the last one, I'm too fat to not eat what I wanna eat. What the f**k? I'm the only allowed to be a fatass in this relationship.
I pout up at him.
Ryder scoffs at me.
"You couldnt find the last wing?" He asks, in a childish tone.
I shake my head, pouting still.
"Are you gonna to cry?
