Love is a Broken Window | Cricky [C]

11 | Sleepless

| Ricky's POV |

I shot awake from another nightmare. Of course, I was so used to being home, and I hit my head against the top of my bunk. Fuck, that hurt! I groaned as I fell back on my pillow, rubbing my forehead. The nightmare was even worse than hitting my head though.

I dreamt about someone choking me. In the dream, I knew who it was, but now that I woke up, I forgot. Damn it, I hate when that happens, when I remember the dream just barely. I laid there, staring up at the darkness. There was a reading light in my bunk, which I turned on because I was so spooked.

"Ricky?" I heard Ghost whisper in the silence.

"Yeah?" I muttered back.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Oh yeah, his bunk was above mine. I'm sure he heard, and probably felt, me hit my head.

"Um, kind of, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I guess." I mumbled. "It was just a bad nightmare."

There was quiet for a moment. I heard what I assume was his bunk curtain opening or closing. Then someone yanked mine open, and Ghost peered over the side of his bunk at me.

"Ricky, be honest. Are you okay?" He asked sternly.

"No." I stubbornly admitted, pouting like a little kid almost.

He sighed. "Come here."

"What?"

"Come get in my bunk, dork. We have a show to play tonight and you need sleep. C'mon."

I really wanted to, but I didn't want to intrude. "Are you sure you won't mind?"

"No, just get up here." He chuckled as he leaned back into his bunk.

I climbed out of my bunk. Peering down the isle, I saw Chris was driving at the front. Ryan was snoring like a bear! He was the only one that snored loudly. I've heard Chris snore, but it's a cute snore, like a puppy or something.

Ghost is like his namesake when he sleeps. You wouldn't know he was even breathing! Probably why I fell asleep on him a few weeks back. That made me think of what Jani said... He didn't want Ghost touching me. How would he know though? He was arguing with me a few days before we left, so I'm kind of mad at him anyways. Screw him and what he thinks, Ghost and I are purely platonic.

I got into his bunk, which I hate doing because getting into top bunks takes a lot of effort. He has the strength to do it, that's why he has a top bunk, and I don't!

Ghost laid on his side to give me room. I was timid about getting close to him, but he made me more comfortable be pulling me against his chest.

"Your bunk smells like roses." I muttered. I loved the smell of fresh cut roses. There was more than that; it also smelled like cologne. Really sexy cologne.

He chuckled. "Actually that's me. Does it bother you?"

"No, I like it." I replied, then rested my head against his chest. "It's soothing. It'll help me sleep."

"Okay, goodnight then."

"Goodnight."