TheClosetKidnapper

Ryder I glance at her, "Y-you should go back...get cleaned up. You'll get sick if you don't."

Grayson I sigh and look up at the ceiling, waiting for her to come back.

Ryder I nod back and stop talking, not sure what else to say.

Morning. Okay. I've got all that homework I decided not to do yesterday.

Grayson I frown and sigh, nodding.

Okay. Night.

Ryder I study her before looking back down, "I lived on the streets for a good two years before someone caught me. It probably didn't help that I sold the ...

Grayson I kiss her back and close my eyes again.

Ryder "I wasn't an addict," I say. "But yeah. My problems all started with them."

Grayson I smile back and set a hand on the side of her face.

Ryder I bring my knees to my chest, "What's everything?"

Grayson I smile back and reach out to feel one.

Ryder I clear my throat and decide to start somewhere, "I'm not really from Phoenix. I moved there when I was thirteen, on my own, to try to get away ...

Grayson I sigh and smile, looking at her.

Ryder I glance around. What do I say? Why is this so awkward?