CHAPTER 36

NATE"S POV

I woke up to a whirring noise and flipped over. Wait a minute. Where did Rylen go? I looked at my watch and groaned when I saw it was 6am. I tried for a few minutes to get back to sleep, but I couldn't get comfortable. Sighing, I sat up and walked out to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the disaster area in front of me. It was worse then last night. There was still extra fabric and tissue paper all over the floor, only now there was MORE of it. Now it was hanging over every surface too. Not that it was much of a feat. It was a bus after all. I looked over at Rylen who was biting her lip in concentration. I watched her for a minute, her being to wrapped up in what she was doing to notice me. She was pushing fabric through the machine stopping every once and a while to remove a pin and straighten things out. She looked adorable with a piece of hair hanging in her face, which was scrunched up. She moved the piece of fabric back and forth on one spot for a second and then unscrunched her face. She pulled it out from under the needle and snipped some thread. She stood up and turned around, suddenly jumping and grabbing her chest.

"Holy shit Nate! You're seriously trying to kill me aren't you?" I laughed forgetting about yesterday. Well I DEFINITELY did not forget about it, just that part of it.

"No, I'm not. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep so I came out here. I was enjoying watching you. I've never seen you so into something before."

"Yeah I guess you've never really seen me in my full element huh?" I shook my head.

"Well I'm crazy, just a warning." I laughed at her as she waded through the mess on the floor and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, squeezing tightly and breathing in her scent. She must have already had a shower too, because her haired smelled like her shampoo.

"How long have you been up RyBear?" She looked up at me in confusion.

"RyBear?" she laughed.

"Oh, sorry, I won't call you that if you don't like it."

"No, it's cute actually. It kind of makes me feel like a Care Bear. It's just that you've never called me that before. Why now?"

"Oh, I guess I haven't, and I don't know. It just kind of came out." I laughed.

"Oh. Well now I feel bad."

"Why?"

"You don't have a pet name."

"How about sex god of the universe and the infinite beyond?"

"How about not? I believe that title requires you to at least have HAD sex before," Rylen laughed at me, "I could call you Beastly from Care Bears, and then every time I can't find you I can do that annoying BEEEASTLLYYY thing!" I looked at her with my eyebrow raised. She was most definitely crazy.

"Or not. As enjoyable as that sounds," I laughed again.

"How about Luv-a-lot?"

"Why do I have to be named after a Care Bear?" I groaned.

"You started it!"

"RyBear isn't a Care bear."

"Fine! No Care bears then." She stuck her tongue out at me and I mimicked her. I let go of her hug and sat at the table, blocking her from her sewing machine. My stomach growled.

"Go make me breakfast woman," I winced as she smacked me.

"Do I look like your bitch?" she put her hands on her hips in front of me. I put mine over hers raising an eyebrow. I quickly received another smack.

"Ok! I get the hint. I will be making my own cereal." I laughed. I pulled her down onto my lap and nuzzled into her neck, giving it a small kiss. She leaned back into me and forced my arms to wrap around her tighter. She turned and kissed me on my forehead. It was things like that, which made her so incredible. I watched her stifle a yawn.

"Hey, you never answered my question. How long have you been up?"

"Since like, 4:30. I was to excited to get started. I haven't sewn in like a month."

"You're going to pass out backstage tonight."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"Nuh-uh." I quickly blew a raspberry into her neck. She screamed and then laughed.

"DOOON'T! It tickles!" I did it again, stopping in the middle when she pinched me really hard.

"Ow! What the heck was that for?" I asked rubbing my arm.

"I said it tickles!" she laughed. I gave her my best pouty face. She sighed and rolled her eyes, giving where she pinched a little kiss and then pushing herself off of me. "Get out of the way you baby. I have work to do, and not a lot of time to finish it!" I sat up and found the stuff for cereal. I ate it leaning against the counter since there was no room anywhere else. I finally noticed that Shane was still sleeping on the couch. Oops. Oh well at least we didn't wake him up.

"Man, he can sleep through anything hey?" I said, motioning to Shane.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to sew at first because I was worried about it, and then I remembered I don't care." She laughed. I cleared a seat across from her after rinsing out my bowl. I just sat there watching her and making small talk for the next couple of hours.

"Ok Nate, I need you to try these on, so I can make some adjustments," Rylen handed me a pair of inside out pants. I just looked back at her. She rolled her eyes again. "They need to be inside out so that I can chalk them twit. I know you've been to a tux fitting before." I just grinned back at her. It was kind of fun being irritating. I started to walk to the back until she grabbed my arm. "Just put them on out here. It's not like I haven't seen you in boxers before." I shrugged and took of my pajama pants, slipping on the new inside out dress pants. They fit me almost perfectly. I did the button and zipper up, which was difficult with it being inside out. Rylen knelt down on the floor and moved some fabric around, marking and pinning every couple of inches. She started marking my inseam and I couldn't help but let out a little giggle. She was working just above my knee and I let out another giggle. This time it was fairly obvious.

"Seriously Nate?" she laughed.

"I can't help it! It tickles and it's so awkward!" I let out another laugh and she was right by my crotch, "I'm sorry." I burst out laughing now. She just dropped her chalk and looked up at me, rolling her eyes and then stood up. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down into a rough kiss. She reached her hand underneath my shirt, and raked her nails down my chest and pulled away, going back to what she was doing. I just stood there. She stood up again a minute later.

"I thought that would shut you up for a minute," she winked at me; "now take off the pants Grey so I can finish them." I did as I was told. Damn that was so hot. I shook my head and sat back down at the table. I think I am the luckiest man in the world. Rylen always does the last thing I would expect her to do. She is completely unpredictable. I mean, I NEVER thought she would actually go along with the whole bathroom stint yesterday. And even then, I thought we would just make out a little bit. What she did was, wow. Pretty much. I have never done any of that stuff before. Well, yeah I made out with someone, and I guess I copped a feel a couple of times, but it was over the shirt. She is the first one to ever get into my pants on any sort of level. I never let anyone else do that because I was always worried that the other girls were just using me to further their career, or dating me to brag to their friends. It just felt different with Rylen. I looked over at her, sewing away and just sighed. I don't think I could ever find someone more perfect for me. Not even if I tried. The other day, I meant it when I proposed to her, but it was just on a whim. Now that I actually stop to think about it though. It just makes sense. Us together makes sense. I wasn't about to propose again anytime soon though. Last time I did, I thought she would never speak to me again. If I have anything to say about it though, she's not going anywhere. Eventually she would have to give in and admit we're perfect for each other, and that will be the happiest day of my life. I jumped when I felt her hand on my arm, I guess I zoned out a bit. I smiled at her.

"What are you thinking about, you look kind of out of it," she had a look of concern on her face.

"You,"

"What about me?" she smiled.

"Just that you're perfect, and that we're perfect together." She smiled a bit bigger at me, looking down and fiddled with the pants. She held them up.

"They're done." She smiled. I looked at them. They were awesome. Exactly like what she had drawn.

"Have I told you lately how insanely talented you are?"

"Oh probably," she laughed.

"Hey don't laugh! You are!" she just rolled her eyes, and folded the pants. She got up and started gathering more bits of oddly shaped fabric. Sitting down, she pieced them together and pinned at random. She started sewing again and I decided to have a shower before the other two got up and tried to hog the bathroom. I got up and kissed her head before walking in the back. I saw my laptop sitting on my bunk and paused. I grabbed it, hooking it up to the printer in the back, and printed off her letter. I folded it into a little square like in elementary school, and found a pen, writing her name on it on both sides, decorating it with little hearts. I went to suitcase and pulled out a random pair of pajama pants and shoved them into the pockets. Perfect. She was bound to find it eventually. Sooner rather then later, knowing her. I still had no idea why she insisted on wearing my clothes all the time. Not that I was complaining, it was actually pretty hot. There's nothing quite like trying to find a shirt you wanted to wear and finding your girlfriend in it instead. Except when you have an interview to go to or something like that. Then it's annoying because you have to find something new to wear and your all riled up. Rylen was more then free to take whatever she wanted of mine though. Clothes didn't matter after someone had already taken your heart.