《Dear Diary, I Have a Mate》Chapter 18
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Dear Diary,
My father is dead.
He burnt down our house.
I don't know how to feel; numb?
I know I love Tyson Benson.
I know things are getting better.
Mission accomplished.
~Aria
I woke up in Ty's arms we were at the bottom of his bed curled up in a ball. I silently chuckled and then looked at the clock it was already four in the afternoon.
I untangled myself from Ty and then crept out the door. I walked downstairs to find Carter watching some weird movie and of course eating pizza.
He looked over and smiled when he saw me.
"Hey Carter," I smiled.
"Hey Aria," he greeted.
"I just wanted to make sure we're cool," I added.
He looked relived as he nodded his head.
"We're cool as ice," he smiled while fist pounding my knuckles.
I laughed.
"Okay good, sorry you were put in that position," I commented.
"Oh trust me it will happen again," he clarified.
"Looking forward to it," I teased.
"Looking forward to what?" I heard a voice ask from behind me; Ty.
I turned around.
"Sleeping beauty awakens," I announced while running over to him and hugging him.
"Are you going to answer my question?" he chuckled while hugging me back.
"The next time you're being a dick," Carter stated from the couch.
I laughed.
"Oh you find that funny?" Ty asked.
I nodded against his chest. He then lifted me up so I was eye level with him.
"Please don't drop me," I pleaded.
"Please have you seen these guns?" he smirked.
"Yes so again I say please don't drop me," I smirked back.
I'm pretty sure the spitting sound was Carter spitting out his pizza. I could hear him choking and laughing at the same time.
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"Is that so?" he asked.
"Indeed," I smiled sweetly.
He then lifted me up over his head and placed me on his shoulders.
"TY," I squealed.
"Tell me you love me," he teased.
"I love you," I shouted.
"Who's the strongest person alive?" he asked.
"Um Taylor Lautner," I replied.
"Arrabella, I am four times stronger than that chump," he pouted.
"He is not a chump Tyson," I scolded.
"I guess you want to stay up there," he threatened.
"What if I fall backwards and die?" I asked. He froze for a second and now he was holding my hands.
"Tyson Dalton Benson is the strongest wolf person there is," I stated.
"Aw thanks," he teased while squatting down so I could get off.
"Never again," I demanded.
"Yes ma'm," he chuckled.
I looked over at Carter who was picking up the pizza on the floor. So he did spit out his pizza!
I giggled.
Carter looked over and fake glared at me.
"Sure laugh about it I could have died," he dramatically stated.
"Yeah but you didn't," I smirked.
He snorted and then continued eating his pizza. I rolled my eyes at him and then turned back towards Ty. He was still obviously proud of being called the strongest wolf person alive so I rolled my eyes at him as well.
"What was that for?" he pouted.
"You can't honestly believe what I just said," I shrugged trying to play it cool, of course I know Ty is like the strongest person alive!
"Yes I can because you said it," he smirked.
"Only because you made me," I replied.
"No you actually believe it," he grinned.
"No I actually don't," I smirked.
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"Arrabella," he demanded.
"Tyson," I stated.
"Who do you think is the strongest person alive then?" he challenged.
I tapped my chin pretending to think about it.
"I don't know I haven't met everyone in the world," I replied.
He rolled his eyes and then mumbled something about me being ridiculous under his breath.
"I think you're the ridiculous one," I replied while walking over to Carter and sitting down next to him.
"Ew Carter what are you watching?" I asked while shielding my eyes.
"Oh come on that scares you?" he asked.
"Let's see a man going around slitting people's throats, no shit that scares me," I demanded.
Ty sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap.
"I'll protect you," he chuckled while nuzzling into me.
"Thanks babe," I laughed while hiding my face in his chest.
It didn't really help I could hear the screams. Carter and Ty were both enjoying the film; what idiots.
"Is the scary part over?" I asked while lifting my head.
"YES," Carter shouted over Ty's no.
I peeked at the scream and regretted it. Of course I look at it right as a guy's head gets shot off.
"Please turn it off," I groaned.
"No way," Carter protested.
"TY," I pouted.
"Put in something else," Ty told Carter.
Carter muttered something under his breath and I think caught the word pushover.
"Just wait until you find your mate," Ty defended.
"I feel bad for whoever that person is," Jason added while grabbing chips from the pantry and walking up the stairs.
"Shut up dickwad," Carter shouted at him, dickwad? Is that even a word?
"Aw Carter I want you to get a mate so that you become all soft," I added.
"I will never be soft," he grunted while taking out the tape.
"Yes you will," I nodded.
"Yeah you will man, I mean you are already soft when it comes to Aria," Ty commented in approval. Apparently everyone was supposed to protect me and stuff because I'm the alpha's mate, weird right?
"That's because she's so tiny and fragile," he pointed out.
"Hey don't underestimate her until she punches you in the arm," Ty stated.
"Come at me," Carter challenged.
I shrugged and then walked over to him. As soon as I brought my hand up, planning on socking him in the stomach, he threw me over his shoulder.
"Ty catch her," he called, wait catch?
Before I knew it I was being tossed in the air like a football and landing in Ty's arms.
"Are you kidding me, I could have died," I shouted dramatically.
"I would never let that happen," Ty stated while kissing my cheek and putting me down.
He led me upstairs and then looked over his shoulder for a second.
"Oh and Carter ever touch my girl like that again and I will cut your balls off," Ty stated.
I shook my head and laughed, werewolves will be the death of me.
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