Disclaimer: Chapter 1
AN-BTW, the friend who Riley is based off of is getting a major ego kick from everyone saying good stuff about him… he says thanx! Oh, and this is fluff filled, so be warned…
Ruth sat in front of her vanity. She had hated how her cheeks were chubby, and made her face more babyish. She peered more intently at her eyes. At a glance they looked green, but if you looked long enough you'd see a swirl of blue and flecks of gold in them too. She leaned back in the chair, and began to take her hair down from the bun Wendy had made earlier that night.
While she was taking down her hair, the lights flickered on and off before they finally went out.
And then she felt two other hands assist her.
"AAUUGGHH!" Ruth shrieked, jumping out of the chair and backing away.
A male voice was laughing at her. The stupid man had the audacity to laugh at her fear.
"You again!" She snarled, kicking in the dark until she came in contact with something.
Instead of kicking the intruder, who had already barged into her room un-announced like last night, she had kicked the side of her vanity.
Ruth hobbled over to the bed, and tried not to cry.
"Are you okay?" He asked, all laughter gone from his voice.
She then felt his hands examining her injured foot.
Ruth was to preoccupied trying to not cry to answer him, or to yell at him for touching her.
He began stroking her foot, and whispering something in a strange language.
The pain began to go away, until it was finally gone.
But he continued massaging her foot, rubbing the muscles and squeezing the toes, and then moved onto the other foot.
Ruth was in heaven. No one had ever been kind enough to massage her feet, and it felt really good.
And then his hand moved up to her calf.
"No." She said, moving her legs away from him.
They sat in silence for once. Ruth was peering at the black shape that represented the man sitting on her bed.
"Can you tell me anything about you?" She asked.
"I'm sorry, but I cant. I really want to though." He replied, lacing his fingers through hers.
There was the secure feeling again. He was holding her hand, and it felt so… right. Like it was meant to be.
"Ruth? Can I brush your hair out?" He asked timidly, like a kid afraid of being yelled at.
"I don't know, its got some rats nests in it…" Ruth answered.
But he had already grabbed the brush off the vanity, and was gently untangling her hair with the brush and his fingers.
And even after he was done, he kept running his fingers through her hair, and massaging her scalp.
Which made her very sleepy. So sleepy that she didn't protest when he pulled the covers back, laid her down, and spooned her body to his.
And then he kissed her forehead, and she fell asleep.