Consume || Ricky Olson || Discontinued

ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ :ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱ

    A/N: short short filler chapter as i figure out how to end this book!

                 • ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱ ʙʏ ʟᴀʙʀɪɴᴛʜ & ᴢᴇɴᴅᴀʏᴀ

His blues find the wedding band sitting on the table. The pretty red band matching to his wife's who sits curled into the lead singers arm. Her eyes wide with a force he hadn't seen in her since they had been married. A bright smile covers her porcelain face.

She's happy.

Yet, he is angry and jealous.

Ricky knew the pair had gotten closer over the time period of tour. For which he was thankful for, she was coming out of her shell. No longer stuck in the back room with a book in her hand and avoiding the boys like a plague.

Ricky felt happy she was finding her comfort and such.

He otherwise had been fuming since the moment he had found out about this new friendship mere months ago with his wife and his best friend. He'd watched it happen thinking nothing of it. She was happy and he wanted that for her. He wasn't an asshole by all means. It's just the way his best friend would smile at her across the room.

He had thought about it, would it be really that awful to try something? To make it something that it could have been?

Yet, here he is thinking about it.

Thinking about how the lead singer coos something in her ear and Meadow just grins at the sight in front of her. His hand moves to hers, squeezing so slightly and moving his hand away before looking across and all over the room.

If things had moved faster than he hoped and they were a couple, he'd know. He'd had heard it from his friend who sat across on the other couch, a remote control in his hand as he was completely oblivious to the two who sat there.

Ricky knew some thing was up.

He was not stupid.

He also knows no one on the bus can keep secret and that's the last thing that would happen under his watch.

Yet how could he do this quietly?