[Ryan]
We had a family dinner. I hadn't had one of those since before my mum left. To say I felt awkward was a major understatement. His parents, Boyd and Grace, asked me so many questions about school and life and stuff like that. It was more of an interrogation than dinner, really. We, afterwards, retreated back to my room with Brendon's pick of movies. Word to the wise; never let him pick. You'll regret it all night long.
We were cuddled up to the Little Mermaid before the ball of energy decided to jump up and sing his lungs out. "Why do I know you?" I asked, shaking my head to myself. He jumped onto the bed before me, smiling. "Because you love me." He kissed me softly before jumping back up and resuming his singing. "Or we won't have a romantic moment, that's cool too." He laughed. "But we did." "Hush you." I told him. He zipped his lips closed, sitting back down next to me. I noticed the song was over. "No more movies." I told him sternly, fake glaring to add. "Yes sir." He saluted, using the remote to turn it off.
"You're a good singer." I told him cuddling back up to him, my head on his shoulder and my arms around him. "Thanks." His arms wrapped around me too. "We're looking for a singer for our band." I commented. "Oh yeah?" I nodded. "That's nice." I poked him in the ribs. "Ow." He pouted. "That hurt, baby." " 'M sorry." I kissed over the spot I'd hurt. "You're a wuss. Anyway, wanna join?" "I'd love to." Oh, the things his smiles did to me. Man, I wanted to jump him there and then. "I'm sleepy." He told me, pushing me lightly off his shoulder and laying down after taking his jeans off. "Come, sleep." He held his arms out wide. I stripped mine off too before laying in his arms. "Goodnight baby." He kissed my cheek. "G'night." I snuggled in close and was asleep before I knew it.