not like the others ♠ marie

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"Good morning or night or afternoon or whatever time it is." Ryan turned onto his other side, burying his face in his pillow. The girl chuckled, sat up and told him that it was noon. Ryan had came home and slept with none other than Christina Pierce. The girl got up and said she was going to make herself coffee. They had been sleeping together for about two months now and it was great. She was a cute girl with tan skin, long dark hair and green eyes. Ryan wasn't too sure if he'd call himself a "whore" but he definitely got around quite enough for it to be somewhat "concerning" to some people. At least, as far as he knew, he hadn't gotten anyone pregnant. After a minute or two, he sat up and put on boxers. Going into the kitchen, she was leaning against the counter in her pink bra and underwear. "Well, look at you." Ryan teased, pouring himself a cup of coffee in a simple green coffee cup. Setting his coffee down on the counter, he went in a search for his iPhone. Picking it up, he unlocked it. It was white, an iPhone 5 like all the fake hipsters he knew.

There was a text message from his aunt. His stomach turned and he read it in his head. Hi, Ryan. Hi? How're you? Uh. I'm fine, yourself? Is anyone with you? Um, yeah...why? No reason. Who's there?. A girl. A girl? What girl?. Why does it even matter? Just wondering.. It's a girl named Christina. "Okay, Bye.". Ryan rolled his eyes and didn't reply to the last text message. A couple feet away he heard Christina speak "What's wrong?". Ryan smirked, set his phone on the arm of the black leather couch, went over to her and kissed her cheek. "Nothing's wrong.". Ryan was nice sometimes. He kind of wanted Christina to leave but he didn't want to be rude. "So what are you up to today?" Ryan asked the girl. She smiled, shrugged and said she was going to a party. When Ryan heard a knock on the door, he rose his eyebrow. "One second!" He shouted towards the door. Christina and him went into his room and got dressed. Ryan brushed out his hair and got dressed. He looked over at Christina's outfit and wanted to roll his eyes. She looked like a stripper. She wore a crop top, that was slightly unzipped at the top. It was tight and made her cleavage bulge up. She wore short shorts and barely covered her ass, stripper heels and glittery nails.




Ryan walked over to the door and opened it. He felt a smirk creep up on him as he saw his sister. At least her random visitation would explain his aunt texting him. After they went into the foster care system their aunt and uncle offered to take Delilah not him. Ryan was glad though. If anyone ha to be out of the foster care system he was glad it was Delilah. Christina smirked, kissed Ryan's cheek and walked out of the apartment with out saying another word. Ryan just stared at Delilah, not giving Christina another glance. He couldn't think of words to say so he just leaned forward, glanced at Christina as she left and said "First, I swear to god, She's not a hooker or stripper. She just dresses like one." Ryan said. This was just too much for him to handle. "Second, What are you doing here? Popping for a random visit?" Ryan asked Delilah, stepping to the side to let the girl in. His sister was truly a beautiful girl. She wore no makeup aside from some contouring makeup to make her cheek bones stand out. She had a rough look to her. She wasn't going to take anyone shit anymore and it make him happy. She didn't have to. They spent the rest of the day going out and going to the movies, lunch and walking around. Eventually, he drove her home about an hour away and came home at nine or ten at night.

The sun was down when he came home. Stepping into the house he went into his room, pulling off his hoodie and just wearing his wife beater, boxers that were poking out and dark washed jeans. Coming down the stairs, he called out "Who's up?"