Love is a Broken Window | Cricky [C]

27 | Embrace

| Ricky's POV |

After the Salt Lake City show, we all were pretty tired. Having two shows two nights in a row wore us out! Jani was already in my bunk, sleeping, by the time I got back to the bus. He didn't even come watch the show.

I went to go check with Chris, to make sure he still was okay with us sharing a bunk. His voice was coming out of the back lounge. I went to go see him, but paused at the door when I heard the conversation happening.

"I'm not mad, Shiloh." Chris said.

"You say that, but I still worry. I like having you in my life still." He responded.

Chris sighed. "Which is why we can still be friends; the best of friends. You and Devin are good together. You fit perfectly in his arms. I could see it."

"Thanks, Chris. I just hope, one day, you get the nerve to tell Ricky how you feel."

I gasped to myself. How exactly does he feel?

"What are you talking about?" Chris asked. Yeah, Shiloh, what were you talking about?

"Maybe, admit it to yourself first." He spoke softly. "You say that Ghost and I look perfect together, like we belonged with each other. You and Ricky are the same way. You both smile at each other, in a way that only true love will make you smile."

"I-I-I... I don't know about all that, Shi. I'll... figure it out, I don't know."

"You, figure it out, Chris. I'm just telling you I already figured it out for you." Shiloh muttered. "I'm going to go catch some sleep."

"Okay." Chris sighed. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Chris."

I backed up from the door so they didn't expect anything. Shiloh walked out, obviously ready to hit the sheets. All he was wearing was pajama bottoms. Ghost walked out of the bathroom, in his girly underwear and a tight black t-shirt. He kissed Shiloh's temple, asking if he was ready for bed. They both got in Ghost's bunk, just as Chris walked out to the bunks.

"Hey, are you still okay with me sleeping with you?" I asked.

"Sleeping with me..." He mumbled to himself. "Oh! Yeah, yeah! Sorry, I'm tired."

I giggled. "Yeah, same. Let me just wash my makeup off."

~~~

Most the night I was fine. I slept peacefully, until all the sudden another nightmare came on. This was was so bad, when I woke from it, I fell out of Chris' bunk. Thankfully he has a bottom bunk, so I didn't fall far.

"Ricky, are you okay?" Chris asked through concern, and a sleepy tone.

"Yeah, bad dream. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I whispered.

"It's okay. Just get back in here."

So I did. I laid down, expecting nothing more than to fall asleep. Then he rolled over and put his arm around my waist. I tensed up at first, but relaxed when he spoke to me.

"It's okay. I'm here." Chris soothed. "You're shaking really bad. Don't worry, I'm here."

I took a deep breath. I did feel safe. His embrace made me feel protected, like nothing could ever hurt me.

"Thanks, Chris." I murmured.