"Take a picture with me."

"What?" My eyes narrowed.

"I said, take a picture with me."

"Why?"

"Not everything has an ulterior motive, Jaylyn." He rolled his eyes for a change.

"Fine." I huffed.

"Fine." He mimicked.

"Do you want the picture or not?" I snapped.

He dug his phone out of his pocket and held it up. "Can I get a real smile?"

"That's asking too much." I smiled anyways, and just before the camera shuttered, I stuck my tongue out.

Ryker inspected the photo and laughed. "Better than the latter option, I guess."

"It's the only one you get." I smirked.

He shrugged and turned away from me to hide the screen.

"Wait." I asked, sitting up to try to look over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Ryker. Stop playing." The anxiety I hadn't felt all day came crashing back. "What are you doing?" I ended up on my knees, trying to climb over him.

"Nothing!" He laughed. "Just letting everyone know that Jaylyn has a fun side."

"Don't you dare!"

"Done!" His voice rang with victory.

"What did you do?"

"I uploaded it to Instagram." He looked smug.

"Take it down."

"No."

"Please, take it down."

"Nope. I'll tag you in it if you want." He looked over at me, humor swirling in those cerulean depths.

"I don't." I started and had to swallow. "I don't have one."

"Seriously?"

"Do I look like I joke around?" I raised an eyebrow.

Before he could answer, his phone started ringing. The laughter drained from his face and his shoulders tensed.

"I have to take this." He shot up and went straight for his room.

I tried minding my own business. His sudden departure had left the photo a distant memory. I stood and walked into the kitchen, trying to hum over the hushed yelling that had echoed from his door. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the tap, and leaned against the tabletop to sip on it.

"Why do you have to take everything so seriously!" Ryker roared from the other side.

I looked down into my glass, somehow trying to find the water more fascinating than anything else.

"You never take what I want into consideration!" His voice carried. "What about Emma!"

I looked around for anything to keep me from spying, but nothing came to my rescue. Ryker slammed something inside his room and came storming out. He stopped when he realized my expression.

"How much did you overhear?" He asked.

"Nothing." Short. Sweet. To the point.

"I'm leaving. Don't wait up." He grabbed his things and rushed out before I could ask him about the argument. Well, I guess that settles that. For now.