You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

*Ryden's POV*

I woke up the next day and stretched, looking around. Everything was packed, due to the copious amount of time that I stayed up making sure I had everything packed and in the boxes by my door. It was quiet, like usual, but everything felt different. I assumed the parents didn't come home last night, as to the fact that they went out, and never came back. They deserve it a bunch and I'm glad there happy.

I got up, picking out my outfit for the day. it's winter, so I slipped on my black "I Survived Sharknado" sweater that Brian got me a while back. It was like.. 3 sizes too big, so I had no problems fitting into it, and I put on my black skinny jeans, and put on my jacket and my scarf, bending down to grab a couple of boxes to take downstairs. They were pretty heavy, but hey, I'm a big girl. After I had picked up a couple of boxes and I walked into the hallway, I absolutely dreaded the stairs. Before I reached them, I held the boxes off to the side, placing one foot on the steps at a time, and in maybe about 3-5 minutes, I was safely at the bottom of the stairs.

I had everything loaded into the back seat of my car, a 1949 Cadillac Series 62. It wasn't exactly the biggest car, so it didn't really have much room, but it worked enough to fit about 7 boxes worth of my Hello Kitty things. I checked and reevaluated everything, making sure it was all in place before getting into the driver's seat and started up the ignition.

In just a few moments I was at Brian's house. It was a walking distance, so it didn't really take too much time to drive. I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, getting out and raised my seat up to pick out a couple of small boxes, and walked up to his door. I set down the boxes, bending down to lift up the matt which Brian said that the spare key would be under.

There was no key.

I ran my hand through my hair and looked over to the garage to see if his parents were hime, but to my disappointment, they weren't. I tried jiggling the doorknob, and it didn't work either, so knowing that this wouldn't work, I rang the doorbell and banged my hand on the door repeatedly until someone eventually opened the door, which surprised me enough that I nearly jumped out my my skin. When I finally recovered from my fit, I looked up to see the spiky-haired man that I call my best friend and gasped.

"Brian!" I yelled, instantly jumping onto him and he caught me, wrapping his arms around me and I smothered his cheek in kisses.

"Kitty!" He yelled, just as excited as I was. I hopped down from him, straightening out my sweatshirt and I just couldn't stop smiling. "You need any help with those boxes?" He asked. I nodded a few times, picking up the closest box and handed it to him.

"If any of your friends are here, have them help me? Pretty please with sugar on top?" I begged, he nodded back and turned to face the downstairs entrance to his basement, cupping his hands over his mouth.

"Matt! Get your lazy ass up here and help with these boxes?"

Matt? He was here? My face instantly brightened up and Brian shook his head, chuckling. I pouted. "You're so not cool, Brian." I poked his chest pretty hard, hard enough to make him rub his chest afterwards.

*Brian's POV*

After I was done rubbing my chest to sooth the pain from her aggressive poke to my chest, I took the box downstairs. Once I was downstairs, Matt was still on his ass, finishing the rest of whatever he had gotten to drink and I set the box down on the couch.

"After you're done bringing her things down here, we should look through it." Matt snickered and smirked, setting his can down. I shook my head quickly.

"Oh, no. We aren't going to do that. Nope, nope, nope, nope." I disagreed. "That woman has photographic memory and can tell when even my hair is out of place. Much less where her things have been moved to."

"Oh wah-wah." Matt pouted, getting up and tossed his can over to the garbage can, leaving a loud thunk. "I know how she is, dude."

"'Cause you're obsessed with her!" I pointed, backing out of the doorway and back up the stairs, where Kitty was still unpacking boxes into the living room. It was true though. All he would talk about after the cruises was how beautiful she was and how he'd had an amazing time with her. He even made me swear not to tell her anything he said, and so far I'd kept up to my word.

Surprisingly.

She sat on the arm of the couch, rubbing her eyes, and fell back onto the seat of the couch. No makeup whatsoever. I could tell she wasn't planning on impressing anyone today, and definitely wasn't planning on seeing Matt and I either. She looked rather exhausted, with her hair covering her face like that. She huffed, and it all went up in the air, falling out from her face and turned to me.

"Where's Matt? I thought he was here." She asked.

I shrugged, pointing to the basement. "He is. He just doesn't want to come help us. Because you know how much of a lazy bum he is, right?" That question made her giggle, and that put a wide smile on my face. I ran my hand through my hair and it got stuck on a few strands of hair that I'm guessing had way too much hairspray, and instantly drew it back.

"Yeah, yeah. Not really. He was pretty energetic when we were on those cruises." She said. She perked her eyebrow when she heard music coming from downstairs and grinned, sitting up slowly and walked over to the downstairs entrance, hanging on the doorway. I walked over to her, picking her up and I slung her over my shoulder, walking downstairs as the music got louder with each step.

Of course, it was Kitty's favorite band. My Chemical Romance. Matt knew so much about her, but she only knew so little about him, which kind of made me feel awkward in a sense. After she stopped kicking and hitting my back repeatedly, demanding that I let her go and that she could walk, I let her her down, stepping back a little.

"Thank you." She nodded. I nodded back in response, and she opened the door to my game room, where Matt was dramatically singing into one of the Hello Kitty brushes he'd obviously snatched from one of her boxes and I could hear her gasp. I instantly wrapped my arms around her before she could pounce on Matt and she snarled at him, seeing that wide smirk spread across his face as he put the brush back in the box.

*Matt's POV*

I put the brush back in the box after I had almost had a near death experience, and sat back down on the couch. "Come on, Ry." I said, "It's just a brush. It's not that big of a deal, right?" Her blue eyes flashed with a hint of grey, and I could tell that she had actually been upset about me going through her things. I instantly regret it. I could see Brian whisper something into her ear and she nodded slowly as her let her go, and she rubbed her sides.

"Yeah.. Just a brush. Just a brush." She agreed. I bit my lip, something that I apparently always do, and played around with my lip ring with my tongue. She didn't look too surprised to see me after that accident, sitting down on the couch opposite from me and curled her legs up with her. I slid off the couch and made my way over to her on my hands and knees, guessing that it would at least make her smile; and it did. She turned away from me, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "That little trick isn't going to work, Matt." She pouted.

"Oh, come on." I repeated, turning her head to look at me. My face was just inches from hers, and her eyes flickered over to where Brian was standing, and Brian backed out of the doorway slowly, closing the door in front of him. When I turned back to look at her, she was still looking off over at her boxes, and I snapped my fingers in her face to get her attention. She gasped, jumping a little, and looked at me, again, my face inches from hers and she tried to lean in closer, touching the tip of her nose with mine. I could tell she was getting tense, and was wanting me oh so badly, to kiss her.

"You're not going to mess with my feelings like you did on that last cruise, are you?" She whispered, staring me dead in the eyes. I, yet again, bit my lip and shook my head.

"I don't plan on it, Sweets." I said, and pushed my face close enough to brush my lips over hers, and I pulled back. She was still blushing, and it was adorable as always, honestly. She scratched the back of her neck as if she didn't believe me, and got up to walk back upstairs, and I soon followed behind her.

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