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

After about an hour of waiting for Matt to come pick Brian up, Ryden and I headed to my car. I had to park it somewhere else, because I had ended up getting a parking ticket due to the fact that I obviously was not supposed to park where I was. But did I care?

Nah. Not really.

I watched as she climbed into the front passenger side seat, and I did the same by getting in the driver's side. After we were both buckled up, I started the ignition, and pulled out of some dude's driveway that I asked to borrow for the night. I looked at the clock on my dash, and it read 12:40. I hadn't planned on getting home that late, but we waited with Brian - after about 15 minutes of arguing about us staying with him - and Matt took his sweet little time getting there. I looked up and down the streets, looking at street signs and whatnot, and I heard Ryden laugh. I looked through my peripheral vision and I smiled to myself when I seen her sleepily looking out the window with her forehead pressed against the glass.

"Someone tired?" I asked. She jumped a little and nodded.

"Just a tad." She said, and gave me a faint smile. I nodded and kept driving, then stopped at the red light.

"God damned red lights.." I mumbled. She looked up at me and I flushed. "Are you hungry? At all?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I'm fine, thanks." She nodded, focusing her attention out the window once more.

"Tell me about yourself." I mused, driving once again after the light had changed. I ran my hand over my hair and yawned, myself. I was getting sleepy and planned to get home as soon as possible before I passed out behind the wheel.

"There's nothing to say. 'M pretty sure Brian told you everything." She chuckled and sat up, brushing her hair from her face. It was platinum, just like Brian described, swooping over her eyes perfectly.

"He didn't tell me everything. Just the important things." I lied. I pretty much knew everything about her from her head to her toes. I knew her favorite color was pink, where she applied to college, (much to my dismay, the same one that Gena had went to.) and everything else. I knew she and Brian had been best buds since they had met, and all that other jazz, and I could tell that everything that Brian had said was spot on.

"Hm.." She said. "He didn't tell you that I slept with a Hello Kitty doll did he?"

"He did, actually. He told me about all of those Hello Kitty stuffed animals you have, and that little tea set you had. Whatever you had of Hello Kitty, he named it." She started to blush as I started listing off the things that he had told me about.

"..Aaaand here's Casa Baker." I said, pulling into my driveway. She looked up and looked around, and I watched as her facial expression turned from embarrassed to excited.

*Ryden's POV*

As he pulled into the driveway, a smile instantly spread across my lips. Brian and I had been through this street and we had looked at houses the last time we were here. The last time, this house had actually been for sale, or for rent. Either way, I didn't know that he was the one who had bought it. It had always been such a beautiful house.

It was victorian. I had always wanted a victorian house when I grew up, and now I'm staying in one for the night? It was black, and reflected the lights from the street lights. It looked gothic. There was white detailing on the windows, and when I looked at the door, it was pink. I looked over at Zack, who had opened my door for me and helped me out.

"A pink door for a black house." I stated, chuckling and shaking my head. Zack looked offended by my comment, and hurtfully lifted his hand to his chest.

"It's... er... just the lighting.." He said, rubbing his chest. "Anyways who cares? It's just a door."

I raised my eyebrows. "I care. That door was not pink the last time I looked at this house."

"I wasn't living here the last time you looked at it, either." He smarted. I scoffed. "The door was the only thing I didn't like and my friend Johnny had gotten pink paint instead of the red that I had asked for.." He walked up to the door and unlocked it, and walked inside. I followed, and closed the pink door behind me.

The living room looked normal. Almost like all others, except for the skeleton hanging in the corner. I shuddered and shivered a little, because it had freaked me out a little at first before I had realized that it was fake.

"Sit down. Make yourself comfortable." He said, walking to the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and looked around. It looked like he had been doing some remodeling in here, because there were also tools and whatnot in the corner where the skeleton was as well as the other corners of the room. I sat back and crossed my legs and watched as Zack came back with two glasses and plopped down next to me, handing me one. I took it, looking into the glass with my eyebrows perked. "It's just water. I'm not drugging you, I promise." He chuckled and took a sip of his, placing it on the coffee table, which was black as well.

"You better not." I said before taking a drink, "I'll have Brian take care of you."

"Take care of me? I'm a grown man. I can take care of myself." He stated, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest, giving me the pouty lip.

"With that facial expression, you look like you're 15." I said, smirking. "But that beard makes everything different." I added. He ran his hands over both sides of his face, rubbing the stubble that had appeared across his face and down his jaw.

"I forgot to shave last night. I've been getting too lazy with it."

"Then don't shave." I insisted. "Don't make me throw away your razors. That beard you're growing makes you look handsome, and sexy."

He raised his eyebrows and laughed. "You're joking right?"

"Not joking. A hundred-percent honest." I replied, shrugging."

"You're lying."

"I'm a very truthful person. If I didn't like it I would have said something by now." I said. "Would you rather tell me that I absolutely hate it and that I want you to shave?"

He snickered and chuckled. "Maybe I would. You wouldn't know that."

"If you would have wanted me to say that, you would have shaved by now." Everything had gotten quiet. He ran his hands over his stubble again and shrugged.

"True, I guess. I just don't see why anyone why find a beard on this face attractive. I mean yeah I can pull it off but at least I don't look like those other dumb asses that can't seem to know how to grow a beard properly."

"I didn't know there was a correct way to grow a beard." I said, rubbing my chin. "Now if you shave wrong, it's not gonna look right. So I guess I see where you're going with that."

He clapped his hands together after I had finished talking and looked at me. "Well, enough about my beard and growing them. It's time to get to bed, because it's well past one." He said. "None of your things have arrived yet, so you can sleep in one of my shirts if you'd like. My ex moved all her shit out the other day, so I don't have anything girly for you to wear to bed. After I find a shirt for you to wear I'll show you where your room and bathroom is. Sound good?"

I nodded. The thing that had caught my attention was the whole 'My ex moved all her shit out the other day.' thing. Which made me kind of uncomfortable. I nodded again and got up. He better had some shorts I can wear too, because there is no way that I'm sleeping in the same house as a man that I don't really know without pants on.

He got up and held out his hand to help me up also, and I took it, pulling myself up. I looked at his hand, his left one, which had been tattooed as well as his right, and his arms had been covered in tattoos, with one on his neck. I looked earlier but couldn't tell what the one behind his ear was, but I didn't bother to ask. He lead me up the spiral staircase to the second floor and down the hall to the guest bedroom. The bedroom walls were a plain white, I'm guessing because it's just a guest room and he didn't really care to paint a room that barely anyone would stay in.

I sat down on the bed, which was made up and really, really comfortable. "Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a moment." Zack said before disappearing out of the room. I looked around. There were a few pictures hanging up on the wall, and a desk in the corner, and that was pretty much it. Pretty plain, honestly.

After a few minutes of waiting and judging the bedroom, Zack came back with an over-sized NOFX t-shirt. "Not sure if you're into this band, but the shirt's cool and whatnot." He said, tossing it beside me. "The bathroom's down the hall as well, right at the end by my bedroom. Do you need me to show you?" I held his shirt in my lap and nodded, getting up slowly and flung the shirt over my shoulder.

"Yeah, that would be great." I said.

Notes

Here's how I envisioned Zack's house to look like, with a little inspiration from Google, since I literally have no creativity when it comes to making up houses. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, with getting my internet taken away during the week due to my grade
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Sorry I haven't updated in a while, with getting my internet taken away during the week due to my grades, I can only really update at school and on the weekends.