‡ They call me Ryan Dakobi ‡
ҲҲҲ I'm here to have fun ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ and live a life with no ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ regrets... ҳҳҳ
Because, really... What's the point of living a life with no fun?
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Ryan was chomping on his food, stuffing his face as fast as he could. He wasn’t hungrier than he first thought. “Yeah, I guess you could call it love. She’s always there for me, even when I play pranks on her or do something really stupid. She helps me with my homework sometimes and makes sure I stay on track.” He mumbled, mouth full of food. It was nice having a kid sister, even if he liked to pick on her sometimes. By the way Alise brought it up it seemed like she was an only child. It was nice talking to her and get to know her a bit better, it was actually pretty interesting.
Another giggle, score! He quickly gulped down the food in his mouth and chuckled at her answer. After being around so many damn platinum blonde girly girls it was always fascinating to see all of Alise’s various hair colors. It always seemed to be a little rainbow on her hair, and it was pretty sweet looking. It was a unique way of finding fun.
“Yup, no problem.” He grunted, wiping off the bread bits on his hands. His face quickly turned red as she wiped off his cheek, the same fluttering feeling returning to his chest. He felt bad for being such a sloppy eater right in front of her; it certainly didn’t make a very good impression. With his stomach good and full, he laid back and stared at the ceiling, just relaxing a bit. It seemed the conversation was going just fine, and it was nice.
“Hm?” her question seemed to come from nowhere, and it caught him off guard. He still wasn’t exactly sure why, if he had continued he would’ve had a good chance to get a scholarship into college. But there were a few reasons, and he didn’t have a problem with sharing. “Oi, well if I tell you then you have to tell me something. What’s your natural hair color?” It was a pretty girly question, but he was just curious. There wasn’t any good reason in having to know, he just wanted to. It didn’t make sense why she wanted to know why he quit, she just did, and it was the polite thing to do to answer.
“Well, I started playing football when I was a freshman in high school. Before that I used to be a master prankster, and pulled a few dangerous stunts that got a few people pretty hurt. My sis convinced me to stop and get into a sport, and tackling people as hard as I could sounded almost as fun as playing tricks on people. Err, so I played until this year, and then it just got really boring… I dunno’. The jock douches just pissed me off more than ever, and the dumb bitchy cheerleaders started to make me want to puke. So, I quit, easy as that.” He explained, grinning at the ceiling. It was an alright sport, just with the wrong type of people. “Why’d you ask anyway? Would you like me more if you knew I was still a big strong jock?” he joked, chuckling. She probably didn’t like him at all anyway, whether he was a real jock or not, since he kinda’ kidnapped her and everything.