generation lost (Cricky)

1.My name is Ricky Olson

~Ricky' P.O.V~

My name is Ricky Olson, I am 17 years old and I Recently moved to Pennsylvania with my family - well technically just my mum, my dad was killed a few years ago and I don't have any siblings. My mum was worried about me because I didn't have any friends at my old school , I was beat up constantly for looking goth. My mum never understood that I didn't need friends, sure it would be great to have some, but I like being alone .

"Ricky wake up ! Time for school !"
I sat up and slowly crawled out of bed. SHIT its already 10 to 8 I only have 15 minutes, I guess I could do without a shower today. Quickly , I fumbled around in my draws until I found my HIM shirt, and some ripped , jet black jeans. I raced down the stairs and plugged my straighteners in before going back upstairs to apply my makeup. I left the bathroom with black eye shadow and liner around both eyes - I'm gonna get beat up so much this year- I quickly straightened my black , shoulder length hair before leaving the house. I finally arrived at the reception of my new school, nothing too bad happened on my way up to the building, I just got called an emo fag and got pushed over. Which is a GREAT improvement from what happened at my old school.

*FLASH BACK*

"Hey emo over here ! "
It was kye and his  group, I just ignored them.
"Hey dipshit I'm coming "
I saw him cross the road , I tried to run but I tripped and fell , Ben (one of the gang members) held me down while kye beat the shit out of me. I was left there for hours everyone who passed just edged around me and laughed. I couldn't move.
~END OF FLASH BACK~

I arrived at reception and asked the wrinkly woman behind the desk for a schedule.
"Sure sweetie , what's your name?"
"Ricky Olsen "
"Okay dear I will just call a student to show you round. Ah I know who you will get along with "
She pressed a button and said into the microphone "Please can Chris Motionless come to reception."
I heard some heavy footsteps coming and turned around to see a gorgeous teenager probably the same age as me . I felt like a shrimp next to him, he was at least 6 feet tall and had the most gorgeous brown eyes.
Wait did his eyes just flash red ?

I'm probably just imagining it.

And yes , I'm gay , get over it. Nobody knows yet , not even my mum , probably because I've never been in a relationship...
Yet

~Chris' P.O.V~

"Can Chris Motionless please come to reception "

I trudged off to go and see what she wanted. I arrived and see a small boy that doesn't look my age at all , but I guess he is, I mean I have just been called over here to show him around.
"Hi , I'm Chris ! "
It seemed like he was hesitant to speak to me.

"I'm Ricky" he said , shyly
"I uhh guess I will be showing you around , can I see your schedule ? "

He handed it over and it turns out I have just about every lesson with him.
He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes , I just brushed it off and said " Ricky you have every class with me today but tommorow you don't have two with me ,"

He was still staring at me weiredly, the bell went and I told him to follow me to maths . halfway there I looked around for him and couldn't spot him. I decided to retrace my steps when I found him in a deserted corridor getting beat up by two guys , the jocks of the school , Luke and Tyler. Wow Ricky was getting a serious beating , he was slammed against the lockers getting punched repeatedly in the face. Without hesitation I grabbed the two guys and slammed them against the wall , my hands 'slipped' to there neck and I squeezed hard before dropping them, leaving them gasping for air.

~RICKY' P.O.V~

My face kills but I can't cry in front of Chris I hold it in. I must be as red as a tomato , some (gorgeous ) kid I have only just met just saved me from getting my face kicked in... Too badly. My jaw was just hanging there, Chris turned around and said "Are you okay that was a real beating ? "
My eyes were lined with tears , he must have noticed because he pulled me into a hug and said " Rick its okay " his body is so perfect for mine , my head is in the crook of his neck , his skin is flawless, so nice to touch.

I let the tears spill freely now, good thing I'm wearing water proof makeup. He strokes my hair and pulls me in closer, tighter. I calm down and he slowly releases me. I stare into his beautiful, chocolaty brown eyes .
"Feel Better? "
"Yeh thanks Chris I've never had any one do something like that for me,"

"Well I promise to always be here for you okay ? "

"Thank you "

we exchanged numbers before he gave me a small hug.

We hurried to maths , believe it or not there was still a massive crowd in the hallways , he insisted on holding my hand so I didn't get lost again . I loved the feeling of his skin against mine , cold but gentle , it gave me butterflys and I went bright red, hopefully he didn't notice.

I can't tell you how many people shouted "emo fags" at us but all it took was a look from Chris to make them stop.We finally arrive at maths , and I took a seat next to Chris . I was still concentrating on not crying when the bell went and sir entered the room .

He was a small stubby middle aged man , he seemed quite nice.

"Okay class so as most if you will have realised , we have a new student today ! Would you like to introduce yourself ? "

I immediantly thought "no" but I stood up and said "hi I'm Ricky Olsen." One kid shouted " goth " and every one laughed. I sat down and I..I..I think I heard Chris hiss at them before they all stopped , in fact the same horrified face was plastered on the kids in the hall way and now the kids in here .....