All The Things You Said (Ricky Horror)

Chapter 20

Multimedia are the platforms that she wore to the hospital.

*Rose's POV*

After the appointment, Chris insisted on driving me home. He wanted to make sure that I told Ricky everything about today. Which means, he'd find out I lied to him about going to the studio. We sat in silence on the way to my place. Chris was in utter disbelief of my condition and so was I. His knuckles ran white from his grip on the wheel. I had already texted Ricky, saying Chris was dropping me off at home and that he and I needed to talk about something important. My phone was going crazy with worried texts from him, but I ignored it. I was honestly worried about Chris at the moment.

"Chris..you need to talk to me." I whispered, my voice barely audible. It always frightened me when he got like this. We always ended up having really angry make-up sex. He stayed silent, not taking his eyes of the road. I sighed.
"Chris-"

"It scares me, okay?!" He finally spoke up, his voice rising. "Rosaline, you have a tumor, a large tumor. The doctor said you were basically shrinking!" He was silent for a moment as I kept my head down. "It's hard to know that the girl I had once fell so completely head over heels for, has some type of cancer." He admitted, loosening his grip on the wheel. I inhaled a large breath. "The fact that the girl I'm still completely in love with, is at a weight that is lower than her ten year old brother's." My eyes widened at his choice of words and I looked up at him. He was still in love with me? I gulped. I thought he had moved on by now.

"W-what?" I stuttered, going pale.

"You heard me Rosaline. The only reason I haven't been flirtatious or told you I loved you, is because I respect Rick too much to ruin your relationship. He deserves you much more than I do." I closed my eyes tight.

"Chris, we tried a relationship before. You couldn't handle Nathan. I loved you too, ya know." It was more of a statement than anything.

"I know. I regret how I went about coping with that. All the stress and anxiety of the new record we had coming out, mixed with the craziness at home, I took it out on you when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." He admitted.

"Don't apologize. What happened, happened. You weren't ready for kids, a family. I rushed you. You had so much going on and I asked too much." I returned, grabbing his hand and interlacing our fingers. We rode the rest of the way in silence, him dropping me off at my house. I hugged him in goodbye and walked to the front door, opening it to be bombarded by a worried ricky.

"Baby, come sit down. We have tons to talk about."

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I told him everything. From when I left this morning to when I came back this afternoon. He didn't say much, just there, a somber expression on his face.

"Cancer." Was all he said. I nodded my head reluctantly. He sighed and pushed his hands through his hair in a rather stressed manner. "I wish I could've been there with you."

"I didn't want you to worry if it turned out to be nothing." I spoke quietly, my hands folded in my lap with my head bowed.

"But it did turn out to be something. And Chris was there holding your hand through it all instead of me." He sounded disappointed, sad, and a little upset.

"In all honesty, he didn't help my nerves. I wish I had taken you instead. He was very aggravated, and he had outbursts of sadness when we talked. At least you would've actually been strong for me." I answered in all honesty.

"Chris is a very emotional person. He wasn't going to take the news lightly. Neither am I, I just want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens." He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Well, we'll change your diet, do anything it takes to get you back to a healthy size. How much does the doctor want you to gain?" He asked. I thought back for a few minutes, causing ricky to mumble. "Another reason I should have gone. You don't listen when it's about you." I slapped his arm and he chuckled.

"I think he said 20-30 more pounds."

"Then we'll get you to gain it. No matter the struggles we go through, I promise that I'll be here for you." He smiled, kissing my lips with a soft tenderness. I was quick to deepen it, grabbing the back of his neck to bring him closer. He began to kiss my jaw and down my neck, nibbling at the weak spot below my ear. I moaned and he pulled my body so I straddled his lap. He pushed down my tube top, sacking on the top of my breasts as his hand began to undo my shorts. I moaned again, and grinded against him. I could feel the hard erection in his jeans against my thigh. Then it dawned on me.

"Where's Nathan?" I mumbled as he lifted me from the couch, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"Liz picked him up. He's with her tonight." He mumbled in return, laying me down on the couch and slowly pulling off my shorts. My breathing hitched as he looked at me. I was topless, braless, and now, pantsless. I only had my black g-string and fishnets on, my tube top still sitting beneath my exposed breasts. He pulled off his shirt and jeans in two swift motions, his underwear soon following suit. I felt my core ache at the sight in front of me.

This was going to be incredible.