heaven is you - rj oneshots

a hospital trip

i think this writing is meh and chaotic. more dramatic version of the transformation

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     "Ricky, are you sure that you want to do this?" EJ asked me softly. "The group and I don't even know if this whole thing is even going to work. We don't want you to get hurt."

     The two of us walked over to a pair of auditorium seats, while the other people on the stage tried to figure out the Blueprints for the Broadway transformation of the Beast plans. EJ and me sat down together. We had a couple minutes of down time, so we could just, talk to each other.

       "Yeah, yeah, I actually do. I mean, what good is it if I don't even try? Also, I do have full faith that you guys will have it all figured out. EJ, I'll be fine. I promise," I flashed him a reassuring smile.

      I smiled at him to prevent EJ from worrying, but the truth is that I'm honestly, pretty scared of what's about to happen. I knew that the group had it all somewhat under control, but I have no idea if I could be sure about this whole thing. I have no idea how long the rope we're going to try and use had been stored in the attic, and moved into the auditorium to stay there for eternity has been there. I looked back to EJ, and I could see the glint of worry that was glossed over his sage green eyes. I sighed softly.

      I've been in love with EJ Caswell pretty much since the day we met. I immediately thought that is eyes were gorgeous, and he was very hot. Yet, during that time we met, he was in a relationship with my ex-girlfriend, Nini, and my family issues had reached a peak, so I let my anger pretty much direct itself almost entirely to EJ. He was the thing I fixated on, I guess. Even now, we've become friends throughout this whole thing, but I want to more than just bros. I don't even know if he likes me back. Honestly, he probably doesn't, given my track record. I do know that he told us at the end of last semester that he was bisexual. After he did, it made me realize it as well. I haven't told anyone yet, except my dad, and my mom is homophobic and lives in Chicago. I don't think it would be the greatest idea to tell her.

      "Oi, lovebirds, get over here!" I heard Carlos shout from the stage. Both mine and EJ's cheeks turned a shade of bright red, both of us laughing awkwardly.

      EJ and I got up from the auditorium seats, walked up the stairs on the sides of the stage, and meeting the group in the middle, to where they were on the floor, looking at a set of Broadway blueprints. Gina stood up, and handed me my harness, and I checked everything on it to make sure that it was still fine. As everything looked good on the harness, I put it on over my clothes, which was mildly uncomfortable, and Natalie strapped the stage wires onto my back. Something still felt like it was off, as Ashlyn and I got onto our marks for the Beast death scene. The two of us started to run the lines, and made it a little funnier than it actually would be during rehearsals, just to have a little bit of unscheduled fun.

     "You came back," I said, making my voice gravelly.

     "Of course, I came back," Ashlyn said, and then gently put her hands on my face.

     "Belle...I'm just so glad I got to see your face...one...last...time," I trailed, fake choking to make it dramatic, and a little humorous. Of course, I won't do this on the actual night. Sometimes, it's good to have a little bit of fun.

      "No, no, no. Don't talk like that. Everything will be fine, we're together now, you'll see."

      "Belle...I...I...," I reached out to no one in particular, and choked dramatically as I finished talking.

       "No, no, please. I love you," She whispered that last part, and fake tears began to form in her eyes.

      I went limp on my side, to somewhat mimic the look of someone dying. I laid there for a moment, and Ashlyn backed away from where I was laying on the floor. I think she did this as a cautionary thing, so if I fell from the ceiling, I wouldn't take her down as well, which is completely understandable. She looked over to Big Red, and gave him a thumbs up. He started reeling the rope. As soon as my body came the slightest bit off the ground, I could tell that something was wrong, or something bad was about to happen. The rope felt unstable, maybe because I was hanging off the ceiling, but it was strange. I felt like it was about to snap under all of the pressure. It was probably just so hold from being in the attic all these years of this school being here. I looked down to the ground, and saw how actually high I was up.