Consume || Ricky Olson || Discontinued

ᴛᴇɴ: ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ

• ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴄᴏʀᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ

A/N: I'm stuck with this book at the moment. So this maybe last the update for a bit so i can get a better idea of how imma get to the ending as well as a few more chapters written up.

He stares at you, a smile spreading wide across his face. He knows you are annoyed, it radiates the way you stare at him. Maybe you aren't annoyed even, but unsure. He just knows that his little question confused you to no ends. It's a dead giveaway the way you mess with the ends of your red and black sweatshirt.

Eyes searching his in a way for the punchline of the joke. He can tell by the way you keep looking at him and then looking down, repeating the same actions over and over again.

He asks again, just to ask again.

Maybe you will see he means no harm.

"Do you wanna go grab lunch?"

The lead singer's tattooed hands go to his pockets, finding their way inside of them. The change in his pockets rattling as he does so. He figures it may be a good change of scenery for you. It's been three months on the bus. You hadn't even explored anything, even when offered.

He figures maybe it's his time to be nice.

"Figured it may be nice to eat something other than noodles you bought a few weeks ago."

He seems genuine.

His brown eyes don't show any hint of anything else other than kindness. This bus has been getting more cramped by the minute. You had expected to be able to move around and explore the places they went too. Instead, you felt like a thorn in everyone's side. An extra person that definitely was not meant to be going.

You guess you could..

"Sure."

You didn't exactly think about it, but what's the worst that can happen?

Well, he could leave you there.

Stranded.

"Great, i'll go get ready and see you outside in like.."

He looks at his phone.

He is gonna leave you there isn't he?

"Thirty minutes?"

You nod, meeting his eyes.

•••••••••••

It's awkward.

No one's speaking.

No one even had as they walked to the restaurant that was just a few blocks down the street. Surprisingly that sat near a Starbucks. Chris's eyes practically lit up at the sight.

His eyes keep landing on you and you him.

Yet, it's silent between the two of you.

It's like he wants to say something but can't quite figure out what he wants to say. He just knows after three months, you have to feel even more outcasted than normal. Despite his best efforts of telling the band, it didn't seem to work.

His usual breaking bad on all asses didn't work this go around. Of course Ricky, he was in his own head. Much less concerned about anything else that involved you and the arranged marriage.

This was his turf and you were just in the way.

So now Chris was taking this into his own hands.

Even if it was super awkward right now.

You push the empty plate out of the way, sitting it on the side of the table. Your arms resting in front of you as you look around the place. It's a small little dinner. It looks as if it was meant to be set in the 70s but according to Chris, it had the best food in this town.

He had talked about it for weeks.

Not that you were eavesdropping but when he is in his own element, he isn't the quietest man.

His tattooed fingers slide his own plate next to yours, copying your actions as he sits and stares around the restaurant. The silence almost embarrassing for him.

He can't help but be thankful for when the waitress shows up, her warm smile on display as she grabs the plates, "Any dessert for the two of you?"

You give a soft smile, shaking your head.

Chris mirroring the actions of yours before he is looking to where the check is set down in the middle of the table. His eyes going to yours as he reads the thoughts behind the beautiful orbs of yours.

Before you can even grab it, he snatches it away.

"My treat."

He smiles, his tongue popping through his teeth.

The widest smile he has ever graced you with yet.