Serial Killer (Ricky Horror)

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Emmett's POV

Two weeks later (Valentine's day)
Might be slightly smutty towards the end but I won't go into detail of the frickle frackle, just before
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Today is the most sickening day of the year. Valentine's day. Where single people drink and cry their loneliness away and the couples sex each other up or break up.

I will never partake in this atrocious holiday. Mostly because it's just an excuse for males and/or females to love their significant other when they should be doing that year round.

Maybe I just hate this day because I was always skipped when we were handing out valentines in elementary school.

Either way, this holiday is just a waste of time.

"This is the worst Valentine's day ever!" Ricky yelled. I glared at him.

"It's just another day" I said.

"Normally on Valentine's day, I'm getting laid or I have a girlfriend or my friends, this year, I have nobody and I got fucking kidnapped by a psycho" he said.

"I get it, you want me to set you free, but that can't happen. I hate this holiday with a burning passion, but I guess to make you happy, I'll be your... girlfriend for the day I guess." I said. He has a pretty face, I'll let it happen and just forget about it later.

"Fine. But after today, we forget it ever happened" he said.

"How do I be a girlfriend?" I asked.

"You act lovey to your boyfriend" he said.

"You'll have to teach me how to act that way since I've never been in a relationship nor do I plan on it" I said.

"Fine. Come here" he said. I did as told and he slipped his arm around my waist.

"How is this gonna teach me?" I asked.

"Well, if you'd shut up, I can teach you how to be a girlfriend" he said as he pressed his lips against my cheek. After he did that, I wiped the spit off of my cheek. I glared at him.

He smirked at me. I rolled my eyes.

"If you keep rolling your eyes like that, they'll get stuck" he said. I flipped him off and he smirked again.

"Come here"  he said. I nodded and got closer to him.

"After today, you need to forget that this ever happened" he said. I nodded as his arms snaked their way around my waist, he pulled me so close to him that there was no space in between us. His greyish blue orbs looked into my blue and green eyes, he then shut his eyes and leaned closer and closer to my face. He put his lips on mine and felt no other option than to kiss back.

I just got my first kiss.

-that night 9 pm-

"Emmett, do you have any liquor hiding around here?" Ricky asked as I put our plates in the sink.

"Probably, go look down in the basement, why?" I asked.

"I need some alcohol after today" he said.

"I do to, bring up any booze you can find we can both get fucked up" I said. He nodded and went downstairs.

-

He came back up with a bottle of vodka, key lime rum, jack, tequila, strawberry daquiri mix, mudslide, butter shots, jäger and orange cremesicle liquor.

"Damn. I could've been getting fucked up this entire time?" I asked.

"Let's drink" he said, popping the bottle of jack open and taking a swig off of it.

I opened up the butter shots and began to down the butterscotch tasting goodness.

"Calm down there Emmett" he said. I rolled my eyes as I put the bottle down.

-midnight-

"Emm, y-you know that you're really fucking cute?" Ricky slurred.

"Nah, I'm not cute. I'm just some psycho, serial killer teenager. You're the cute one" I said.

"We're both cute, case closed" he said.

"You're not just cute, you're fucking sexy" I said.

"Feeling's mutual" he said lowly, lust filling his eyes. He pinned me down to the couch, his lips rammed into mine. I kissed back, I ran my fingers through his long-ish, ebony colored hair.

Our lips moved in sync. His tongue glided across my bottom lip. Why? I have no clue but- ow, he just bit my lip. And now his tongue is in my mouth. I'm just gonna let this happen, I'm too shitfaced to do otherwise.

His hands wandered up my shirt and he felt me up. Soon he took off my shirt and he took off his. He began to kiss my neck, collar bones and chest, leaving hickeys here and there. I did the same to him.

Right as I pulled down my pants he stopped me.

"Look, as much as I want th-this right now, we can't" he said.

"Why?" I whispered in his ear seductively, I lightly bit his neck and drug my lips across his neck. He moaned slightly.

"Be-because... You're drunk, I'm not taking advantage of you, I don't have any condoms, and you're seventeen, I can't knock you up, I'll ruin your whole life. Plus, we'll both regret it in the morning" he said. I looked at him sadly and just accepted that he doesn't want to fuck me.