To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

3| Cricky?

(A/N: i'm trying to update this as fast as i can without it being sucky, so bear with me lol. ENJOY!!!!)

*Ricky's POV*

It's been about three days since Ryan and Ghost has even looked at me, let alone talked to me. Josh has smiled at me once or twice but i have a feeling he's taking Ryan's side too. The only one left on my side is Chris and he's pretty much a neutral party, which is good. He won't let me stay in my apartment alone, since he thinks i will do something rash and unnecessary which i have been known to do in the past, so i have been staying with him.

I twiddled and played with the ring that was still on my finger. We were supposed to get married and i fucked that up. I'm just one big fuck up. "You shouldn't play with that, you'll
Just make yourself more upset." Chris looked at me sympathetically. I haven't done much since Ryan left, I barely got off of his couch. My depression was starting to sink back in and there was little I could do to help that. I didn't have any of my old antidepressant medication from high school so I was basically screwed. "We should go out tonight." He suggested.

"You know all the guys hate me." I murmured, refusing to look up at Chris.

"Just us, we should get drinks at the bar down the streets." He pulled my arm and lifted me off the couch.

"Do you remember what happened the last time I got drunk at my sisters birthday?" I was just looking for excuses to stay here and mope all day long.

"I'll watch you, just c'mon you can't stay in the house forever." Before I even knew it, I was in Chris's arms bridal style as he carried me out the door. I thrashed around in his arms but of course he was too strong and continued to hold me. "Hold still." He growled as he let me go dropping me to the floor on the sidewalk. I knew I had to go to the bar with Chris because otherwise he'd be pestering me all night and besides he was my only friend at the moment.

Chris led me through the large front door of the so called bar and instantly the music flooded my ears. The aura was awesome but just not my style. I'm not the dance club kind of guy. A crowd of bodies danced and swayed on the dance floor along to the beat of the music. "This isn't a bar, this is a club." I whined, finding my way to a bar stool at the front of the club.

"Whatever, same thing." Chris waved my comment off and made his way into the mass of people. I was left alone at the bar to probably drown myself in alcohol.

*Chris's POV*

It was my only option to force Ricky to go to the club with me otherwise he would have stayed inside forever. I really feel bad for him because everyone is taking Ryan's side when they don't even know the whole story. I don't think Ricky is the father because to be honest I think he's too innocent to even know how to have sex.

After a while of persuading him to come dance with me and actually have some fun, I gave up because he was practically glued to his bar stool. I ordered multiple drinks just to lighten the mood and gave half to Ricky, I consumed the rest. I usually don't drink this much or at all but I'm probably going to need it if Ricky is going to be a buzzkill. I don't blame him though, if i was in the process of maybe losing my husband, I would be depressed too. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid or unnecessary.

"Ricky, pleasseeeee." I was already feeling the buzz of the alcohol in my body. I just wanted to dance and have fun, and maybe I could convince him to join me. He swayed drunkenly and smiled at me, his eyes dull from the drinks. I managed to get him up from the bar and into the crowd of people who were dancing and kissing passionately.

We were both fairly tipsy. Okay, we were more than tipsy. We were probably the drunkest people there, but I wasn't complaining. At least Ricky was having a good time. "I have to go to the bathroom." I announced, walking away from Ricky. Somehow I managed to find my way to the bathroom without falling on my ass. I was the only one in the bathroom surprisingly until I heard the door creak open. I saw Ricky stumble in and walk over to me.

"Chris." He giggled getting rather close to me. His leg brushed up against mine as he pushed me up against the wall. I don't know what he was doing but I wasn't complaining. Let's just say, when I get drunk I get flirtatious and touchy. Apparently so does Ricky because the next thing I know he was practically on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously backing up into the wall as far as I could. I may be drunk and have a small crush on Ricky, but I'm not drunk enough to do anything with my friend who is supposed to be getting married soon.

"I want you, Chrissyyyyy." All of a sudden I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly inching his way up to my crotch.

"Ricky... No..." I pushed his hand away reluctantly. "You're with Ryan."

"I don't want RyRy, I want you." He slurred, hiccuping in the middle of his sentence. Within seconds his lips attacked mine, his hands wandering into my pants.

"Ricky stop." I grabbed his hands, unfortunately stopping this little moment. I know he wasn't thinking straight and I wanted this so badly, but I just couldn't do that to Ryan. I quickly overpowered him and pinned his arms to the wall.

And of course with my horrible luck, Ghost and Ryan walked into the clubs bathroom. I didn't even know they were here. Ryan's eyes were wide with shock, glossing over with tears. Ghost just gasped. "Chris?"
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