Well, hello there. So, I get bored easily and while I was bored one day, I looked at .com and I found all of these little ideas on the page and me, being me, decided to use them as prompts for writing.
So, here I am, publishing one of the little things that have popped into my brain because of these prompt like things, so... enjoy!
Imagine your OTP preparing to go on vacation together. Person A is responsible and has everything ready well in advance, but Person B is throwing clothes into a suitcase at 3 o'clock AM the morning of their departure. Person A pretends not to be amused, but secretly finds it hilarious.
"Seven pairs of underwear?" Marley asked herself, walking around the room she shared with Ryder, counting on her fingers. She glanced over at her brown and pink suitcase on the bed. "Check." She grinned, turning to the cupboard again.
Ryder had organized for them both to go on a vacation for a couple of days, which Marley was absolutely thrilled about. She hadn't been on a vacation in years and was desperate to leave Lima, even if it was just for a week.
"You're so organized." Ryder chuckled, walking into the room suddenly, making Marley jump. "Sorry." He quickly apologized with a laugh, setting down two coffee mugs on a small table near the door. "Oh, thanks, Ryd." Marley whispered, walking over and pecking Ryder's lips softly. "Welcome." Ryder smiled, plopping down on the double bed and staring as Marley took a sip of the coffee he had brought before going back to the cupboard and organizing her things for the trip.
"As I was saying, you're too organized. Chill, woman." Ryder grinned, staring down at his mug. "Being chill isn't going to help us leave early tomorrow so we can get on the plane on time." Marley laughed, spinning around and looking at Ryder. "It doesn't take long to pack a bag." Ryder grinned. Marley laughed with a shake of her head and spun around, looking back at the cupboard and murmuring things under her breath. "I'm going to pack my stuff another time because Under The Dome re-runs are on."
"Fine." Marley replied, shaking her head. "Just don't make us late for the plane tomorrow."
"Never." Ryder smiled, walking over and pressing a kiss to her soft forehead before exiting the room, grinning excitedly.
"Come on, where is it?" Marley was awoken by some quiet muttering and the clatter of objects. She pried open her eyes and glanced over at the clock. 3:45am.
Marley frowned and rolled over in the bed she shared with Ryder, staring at where Ryder would normally lay when they were sleeping, He wasn't there. She frowned and went to sit up before she saw Ryder run into the room with a pile of his t-shirts, throwing them into the giant suitcase at the end of the bed.
"Pants, pants, pants…" Ryder muttered, turning around in a circle before darting for one of the cupboards. Marley raised her eyebrows and sat up, watching her boyfriend run around the room in a rush.
"I told you so." Marley sung. Ryder, taken off guard by Marley's voice, spun around in a circle and dropped the pile of underwear he was holding. "Oh, Marley," He whined, bending over to pick up the clothes he dropped. "I told you so. Admit it." Marley laughed, falling back on the pillow and staring at the ceiling. "You didn't tell me so—I'm not rushing." He muttered crossing his arms and pouting like a child.
"Okay, fine, whatever." Marley shrugged, staring at Ryder as he resumed packing for their trip in less than 4 hours.
"Um, what else do I need?" Ryder asked himself with a frown, tapping his chin lightly. "Toiletries." Marley chimed in, biting her lip to hide her smile. "Yes!" Ryder shouted, pointing at Marley, running to the door and escaping the small bedroom.
Marley let out a quiet giggle and put her hand over her mouth as soon as Ryder came rushing back into the room, flicking on the light as quickly as he could. "Um, um, um," He muttered, spinning around in a circle again and running to the nearest cupboard, hitting himself in the face with the cupboard door.
Ryder groaned and took a step back before looking into the closet and furiously pushing clothes aside and making a horrible mess of the cupboards.
Letting out a quiet laugh, Marley slid under the blankets of the bed and clamped her hand over her mouth to make sure she didn't laugh out loud. Ryder would be the complete opposite of happy if he knew his girlfriend was laughing over him getting hit in the face.
"Marley, Marley, Marley, Marley," Ryder shouted, crawling onto the bed and shaking Marley's shoulder lightly. Marley sighed and pulled the covers off of her, looking up at Ryder. "Can you kiss my face better?" He whispered, raising his eyebrows under his messed up hair.
"Did you hurt your face?" Marley asked quietly, letting out a small chuckle. "Uh, yeah." Ryder said, leaning down and waiting for Marley to kiss him better. She laughed and pecked Ryder's nose lightly, smiling at his childishness.
"Okay! Back to packing!" He shouted, kissing Marley's nose lightly. He stood up and looked at his suitcase on the bed, squinting as he tried to figure out what else he would need to pack. "I doubt I'll be getting anymore sleep tonight," Marley muttered, rolling on her side and curling up into a ball. "Nope." Ryder agreed, flashing a heart melting smile in her direction. "But at least you get to watch this sexy thang until we leave."
"Oh, dear God." Marley whispered, letting out a quiet giggle. She was in for a long couple of hours watching Ryder pack.