Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy 』

Forth

    "How does she still talk with a bullet in her head?"

    "Well, she is a thot, the AIDS is melting the iron away."

    Ryder glared at me with a look of disbelief plastered on his face while I just shrugged my shoulders, munching on my popcorn with loud, satisfying crunches.

    It passed two days since Ryder has officially became my assistant and because the weather between me and my parents was still a little turbulent, I decided not to torment him too much. Just what I forced him to watch 23 episodes of "Chandralekha" with me. Thanks to my last assistant... God rest her soul... for converting me to the dark side of soap operas.

    "This is bulls**t! How can you like Indian series?! Why don't you watch Stranger Things or something a normal teenager does?" Ryder groaned in frustration,  forcing me to hold in a sigh.

    "Because it helps me cultivate my drama skills. I wanna be able to make someone uncomfortable with only a glare. Look at these people! They can stare into my soul for fifteen minutes of the show without even blinking."

    Plus that I hope to bore you to death. I added in my mind, stuffing another handful of popcorn in my mouth.

       When the music at the end of the episode started to play, I pressed the pause button and turned to look at Ryder with a devilish grin.

    "Okay! Only 1401 episodes left! Aren't you excited?" I clapped my hands like a little girl and Ryder's jaw dropped open.

    "1401 episodes?! I need a smoke for this ."

    "What?! Nooo! You have to stay and watch the movie with me!" I whined, closing my palms around Ryder's wrist as he stood up to stretch his body.

    The boy brushed me off, proceeding to take his jacket from the edge of the couch.

"I will be back by the previews of the next episode. I just need a smoking break , please!"

     I wanted to protest, but then a great idea bloomed in my mind . So I nodded with a fake pout,placing the laptop on the coffee table before climbing in my wheelchair.

     "You going somewhere?" Ryder asked with a risen brow and I simply shrugged my shoulders.

     "I have to take the laptop charger from my room. Plus that I will take a pee break while you are gone."

     "Oh..." the boy smirked with a sexy disclosure of his canine. "I thought you wanted a smoke too."

     "I am saving my lungs for a pair of new legs, or a new IPhone, thank you! Now go and be careful not to choke on some fag!"

     Ryder rolled his eyes, leaving the room whilst dressing his jacket. Instead of going to my room or the bathroom like I said, I silently followed him, waiting until he exited the house before making my way to the window next to the door. I slid the curtain aside, watching the football player lean against one of the porch' pillars, lighting up a cigarette.

     Oh, how I will make you regret your existence, Ryder! I didn't change over fifteen assistants for nothing. I thought, rubbing my hands evilly .

     Still keeping my eyes glued to the window, I stretched my arm to the handle and caught the key between my thumb and the length of my index. Then I swiftly locked the door, leaning back in my wheelchair to wait for Ryder's "return".

     Meanwhile, my eyes wondered on the boy's built form, making me lean my chin in the heel of my palm and watch him curiously. His chocolate skin looked lighter in the rays of the sun. He was huge, massive, making impossible for someone to slid between him and the two pillars on the porch and the way he sucked on his cigarette seemed rather sensual, giving him a roughness which didn't work too well with the ginger features of his face.

    I shook my head, venting away the thoughts which produced a perpetual ache in the depth of my chest. I am over this. I promised myself not to feel this way again. Even if Ryder was my first-

    "Carter? Did you lock the door?!"

    I snapped back to the reality, looking out the window at the fuming boy. I didn't realize he finished smoking and was now knocking at the door. He seemed pretty annoyed too.

    "Don't be an a**! Open the door and let me in before your parents come back from work!"

    I rolled my eyes, looking at the clock to see there were still forty minutes until my fathers will arrive. Then I knocked on the glass in front of me, making Ryder's attention turn to the window.

    "What are you planing, Carter? This ain't funny!" The boy spat with his arms crossed around his chest, making his way in front of me .

    I blinked at Ryder with innocent eyes, signaling him I couldn't hear what he said.

    "I know you can hear me. Stop this crap and let me inside! You are not gaining anything by doing this."

    I looked at the darkening clouds and then at the thrill of the leaves, letting a wide smirk bloom on my face. It should be really cold outside.

    "Go and open the door!" Ryder continued to pester me and I quirked a brow when he started pointing to himself and then and the door. This gave me an idea.

    If I let you in, are you gonna suck my toes? I voiced in my mind, pointing at me and then at the door, making Ryder nod angrily. This made me snicker.

     Are you gonna lick my armpits too? I pointed again at myself and Ryder rolled his eyes before nodding.

     Are you gonna take it up your arse everyday until you'll have to take my place into the wheelchair?! I screamed mentally, swinging my finger vigorously to the door.

    Already fed up with my pointing , Ryder threw his hands in the air and screamed an exasperated "Yes!" which could be heard even by the neighbors.

    I laughed out loud, clenching my hands around my stomach. Then I threw my head backwards and wiped the tears threatening to flood my cheeks in joy.

    "You are such a dumb mammalian, Ryder! A buffalo-mammothus from the family of idiotas." I let out another husky laughter, leaning my hands over the windowsill, and looking up at the boy. Surprisingly, he wasn't there anymore.

    "Ryder?" I asked, looking left and right on the porch and further on the street. The football player was nowhere to be seen, the only noise outside being made completely by the wind.

    Then I remembered... my pa left the back door open when he did the laundry this morning.

    "Oh, f**k me!"

    I moved my wheelchair in a hurry down the hall, entering the kitchen where the glass covered door hung open. At the same time Ryder made his way on the pathway in the back of the yard, rushing his steps between dad's vegetables when he saw me.

    "Only wait to put my hand on you, Carter!"

    "And what, are you gonna give me a h*****b?" I panted with a snicker, hollering enthusiastically when I reached the door first. I slammed it closed and turned the key in the lock, making funny faces at a pissed of Ryder.

    "Open.The.Door." Ryder spat angrily, supporting his hands on the wall and taking a hovering position above me from the other side of the glass.

    "N.E.V.E.R. !" I smirked sassily, flipping a very long bird to the boy. Then I began moving it on the glass where Ryder's mouth was almost pressed, transforming it in two fingers and smashing them on the door in front of his eyes.

    Ryder flinched, backing away and ruffling his hair on the sides of his head in distress. Then he threw his head backwards, stopping on the spot and widening his eyes when he saw something at the second floor.

    "Oh no! Oh no no no no! Don't you even think about it, Ryder! You're too heavy to climb up there!" I warned, assuming the window of my old room was open.

    The boy didn't listen to me, taking his jacket down and folding the sleeves of his shirt up instead. 

        "Ryder? Don't be stupid, the roof of the garage is too inclined, you're gonna slip and fall!" I pressed my head on the door, watching Ryder place his hands on the edge of the roof and start lifting himself on it with an inhuman force. At the same time a lightning stroke the world and it began raining, making everything a lot slippery.

       "Are you kidding me?!" I cursed with a sigh, opening the door and moving out in the rain. Ryder was now advancing slowly to the window, his body and clothes becoming soaked.

      "I've opened the door! Please come inside, Ryder!"

        I began biting my nails in worry, regretting ever thinking about this plan. I should have let the boy smoke his cigarette in peace and then make him sit on a pin or something. Now he might fall and get seriously hurt... snap his neck and die.

        As if the situation wasn't bad enough, a car parked in front of the house too, announcing me about my fathers' arrival.

      "F**k my life!" I hit the handle of my wheelchair in anger, letting out a loud gasp when Ryder almost slipped and slid a few centimeters backwards. Fortunately, he was able to catch the window frame in time and pull himself on the sill. He then disappeared inside the house, closing the window with a loud thud behind him.

       I made my way back in the kitchen, moving to the stairs leading to the second floor. A few moments later Ryder walked in front of me, his nostrils flaming and water dropping down his furious face.

       "You are dead!" He pointed a finger threateningly, making me gulp and give him a sheepish smile.

       "Depends oDepends on what he did this time"