He slowly pulled his lips off mine. I kept my eyes closed, trying to focus on trying to breathe. "Does that answer your question?" He asked, still holding me in his arms.
I smiled, and opened my amber eyes, looking him straight in his icy bluish gray eyes. "Maybe," I smiled.
"Maybe yes or maybe no," he asked.
"Maybe maybe," I replied.
"You're still stubborn, I see," he smiled, laughing slightly. I laughed along with him until a giant yawn escaped my lips. "Tired?"
"No."
"Uh huh. Yeah right. Let's get you to bed," he replied.
"What about my uncle?" I asked, peering over at the still knocked out body, lying on the bloody floor. Wow…Ryan surely kicked Drake's ass…Then again, it wasn't really a fair fight. A ghost verses my slow uncle. My uncle had no chance.
"We'll lock him in one of the glass cubes! Let's see how he likes being contained." Ryan laughed.
"Perfect idea," I smiled, as we began to drag him to a cube, then pulled down one of the levers with the symbol of the angry princess on it. The machine behind us began to stutter and slow. I turned around to make sure it didn't explode like it did last time. "Okay...the house isn't exploding..."
"And your uncle is in a cube and won't be able to be released. Now you are going to bed!"
"I don't want to go to-"I was cut off by Ryan scooping me up in his arms. "Put me down!"
"Not a chance in hell," he smirked, beginning to carry me bridal style out of the basement. I kept waiting for a ghost to appear but surprisingly none did.
"Ryan?"
"Yes, Autumn?"
"Where are all the ghosts?"
"I don't know. I don't have a ghost tracking device!" He exclaimed, as he went up the stairs then began to walk to my bedroom. He laid me gently on my bed, covering my body with the black cotton sheets. He kissed my forehead. "Sleep tight."
He turned to leave, when I grabbed his sleeve. "Ryan…."
"Yes?"
"Will you sleep with me for the night?" I asked, looking into his eyes. "I don't want to be alone…"
"Why?" He asked, turning towards me completely, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Because...uh...what if one of the ghosts tries to attack?" I asked.
"Give me the real reason."
"No. You should feel grateful I even am letting you! I'm not telling the reason!" I growled. He sighed and laid down next to me, as I turned to face him.
"Why are you so cocky?"
"Cause I have a high self esteem. My dance teacher taught me that it is better to have high self esteem when you're a dancer or you won't take risks and your dancing will fail," I answered, cuddling closer to him, as he wrapped his cold arms around my thin waist.
"At least you're truthful and accept your cockiness. And you have a right to be cocky...you are beautiful," he mumbled, as I pressed myself against him, blushing madly.
"Thank you. You're beautiful too," I smiled, pinching his cheek softly. He rolled eyes but smiled. I chuckled and laid my head on his chest.
"Night, Autumn."
"Night, Ryan." I whispered, closing my eyes, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I heard my mom in the kitchen, with my sister, singing. I yawned, and swung my legs over the edge of my bed, my feet not touching the ground. Curse my shortness...I need to grow! I stretched as I walked to the bathroom, not bothering to close my door. I turned on the shower, and looked at myself in the mirror, brushing my hair and teeth. I took off my clothing, taking my time, put them in my laundry basket and wrapped a towel around me. I went back into my room, not looking at my bed, and grabbed some clothing to wear. I spun around to walk back to the bathroom, when I saw Ryan, glaring on, my bed. In surprise/shock, I dropped my clothing...and my the memories of last night came into my head.
I looked down and saw I was naked, squeaking, and blushing. I wrapped my towel back around myself, and picked up my clothing.
"I'm so sorry Ryan! I didn't know you were still here."
"Sure...another peep show," he growled.I huffed and went back into my bathroom, closing the door and locking it.I put my new clothing on my counter, with my towel, and stepped into the warm shower. I relaxed my muscles and enjoyed the sensation of warmth creeping over my entire body. I washed my long black hair and my pale thin body, then got out of the shower, slowly.
I dried myself with my black fluffy towel and put my hair into a bun, getting dressed in my dark ripped skinny jeans, and a black tank top. I walked out of my bathroom, releasing the stream that had heated the room. I saw Ryan, sitting on my bed, reading one of my horror movie magazines. I tip toed to the front of the bed, and was about to pounce.
"Don't you dare," he said, not looking up from the magazine. I stared at him, my eyes widened.
"How..What...Huh?" I asked, completely confused how he knew my evil plan. Does he have an 6th sense? Do all ghosts have that?
"I heard you open the door but pretended not to notice you to see your reaction...I was waiting for you to huff and puff about me not paying attention," he smirked, putting down the magazine on my bedside table.
"I know I'm an attention whore...and you love it," I smiled, before sitting at my vanity table. I put on moisturizer, black eye shadow, and eyeliner. When I was done, I turned to Ryan.
"You're pretty...but. I prefer you with out make up," he smiled. I smiled, and tackle hugged him.
"That's the sweetest thing I've heard from someone else." I laughed.
"Autumn," I heard my mom call.
"Yes?"
"Who you talking to and where did those glasses come from?"She asked, entering my room.
"I was talking to myself and I found them," I replied, getting off Ryan, trying not to blush. Thank god she can't see him.
"Let me try them on," she said, reaching towards them. I stepped back.
"No! Find your own!"
"No! Just let me see them for a second," she asked.
"No," I answered. She grabbed them off my face, and quickly put them on her face, looking around her.