Ellie's POV

Trying to shrug it off, I answered Cry's question. "I made us some salad, sandwiches and bacon of course." "Oh, that sounds delicious" "Well, I'm going go clean up the water. Come out when you're...able to." I told him, grinning. Walking into the kitchen, I picked up a towel and started cleaning up the water. I tried to push that awkward moment out of my mind, but part of me couldn't. In all honesty, it actually surprised me. I was always that ugly duckling growing up, I didn't fully mature until I hit the age of sixteen.

Wringing the towels out in the sink, I rinsed them out. Hearing footsteps behind me, I turned around and saw Cry awkwardly standing there. He ran his hand through his brown hair, and was drying off his glasses on his shirt. "Ryan..." I said, moving towards him. "What?" he said, still not looking at me. "Did you have fun time fapping?" I asked, smirking at him. "Oh shut up, Ellie." he replied, laughing. Sitting down to eat, Cry pushed his food to the side and laid his head on the table. "Tired?" I asked, taking a bite of salad. "Uhuh." was his response. "Common baby," I said in a baby tone. "Let's go take a wittle nappy, yes?" "Ellie, I'm not a baby." "Shut up, Cry." mocking him, in what he usually said to me.

Dragging him out of the chair and into his bedroom, I pushed him onto his bed. Since his bed was already unmade, it would be easy to tuck him in. "Well, I mean...if you really want to." he said, with a tired flirty smile. Laughing, I replied "No Cry, go to sleep." "Yess Ellieeee." he whined. Getting under the covers, he took his glasses off and placed them onto the small, black nightstand next to his bed. "Will you still be here when I wake up?" he mumbled, looking over his shoulder to look at me. "Most likely, I don't have anything else to do. Sleep tight, Ryan." Leaving the room, I left the door open just a little bit. Going into the kitchen, I started to put away Ryan's uneaten food