Love is a Broken Window | Cricky [C]

31 | Wasted

| Chris' POV |

Ricky's tear stained face felt so soft in my hands. I held his delicate face in my hands as I stayed locked on his lips. The sounds of celebrating didn't bother me. In fact, I downed it out. All I heard was his light whimpering.

My arm snaked around his back. He melted into me, only for me to suddenly feel his warmth ripped from me. I opened my eyes, blinking for a moment when I tried to understand of what happened. I clenched my fists to see Jani's neon hair out of the corner of my eye.

He had Ricky by his arm. Jani was looking at him with pure hatred. I've never seen someone look so cold and evil before.

"Let him go!" I spat as I saw the fear on poor little Ricky's face.

"Don't you fucking dare touch him!" Jani yelled. "And I can't believe you'd date do this to me again, Ricky!"

"I-I-I'm sorry, he-he kissed me." Ricky muttered. Waita throw me under the bus!

"I don't want to hear it!" He snapped.

"You were kissing Kuza down the hall! I saw you!" I shouted at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, yet didn't say anything because he knew I was right. "Ricky, let's go. We're going home."

"Can I please clean up the mess I made at least?" Ricky fearfully asked, referring to the pills on the floor.

"Only if Chris leaves. I don't want him around you."

I tightened my fist. Oh I can't tell you how much I wanted to deck him! It would be more trouble than it's worth though.

Ricky looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please, go." He whispered.

I glanced at his arm that Jani wasn't letting go of. Then I saw the tears tempting in his eyes. I sighed, nodding my head and leaving. Might as well go deal with Mike.

He was still in the hall, but on the floor this time. His head was down and he was fiddling with his the lid of a Jack Daniels bottle. I kneeled down, becoming sick from the smell of alcohol. He wreaked of booze! That explained it at least. I don't think he'd make out with Ricky's boyfriend if he had his head on straight.

"Mike?" I said as I set my hand on his shoulder. His head nodded a bit but he didn't say anything. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah." He choked out. "I-I-I... I needa stop drinkin... Chris. It, um, it doesn't end w-well."

I sighed. "Did you drive yourself here?"

"Ye-ah." Kuza hiccuped. "I'll be... fine."

"There's no way I'm letting you drive. C'mon, let me take you home."

"I don't wanna go home." He mumbled.

"Why?"

"It's depressing. I... I... I have not a fuckin cent to my name an-and, my rent it due... an-and... It's depressing, and dirty and I just... I-I'm all alone."

I thought for a moment. Spending New Years alone would be terrible, for both of us. "Would you like to... come home with me?"

Kuza took a moment to think. Then he raised his head to look at me. I could see in his eyes, he was beyond wasted! "I, uh... y-yeah."

"Let's get going, before the roads get busy from everyone leaving their New Years parties." Besides, I probably only have twenty minutes until he starts puking all the booze up.

I helped him to his feet. He could barely stand! God he was drunk. Ryan came down the hall, giving me a worried look when he saw Kuza hanging off of me.

"Is he okay?" He asked.

"Really drunk." I whispered. "Can you help me carry him to the car?"

"Yeah. You need to get your car out of the drive anyways, so Jani and Ricky can get out."

I sighed. "Yeah... okay."