To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

5| After shock.

(A/N: please take a moment to appreciate CHRIS MOTIONLESS'S ASS... okay, you may continue)

*Ricky's POV*

I don't know how i got home that night. All i remember was Ryan's lips on mine, then the next thing you know, i was in my apartment again. My head was pounding like a gong and i could barely move. Oh god, how much did i drink?

I shifted uncomfortably on the mattress, not bothering to open my eyes because i knew the sunlight pouring through the window would blind me and make my head ache even more. I heard a groan from next to me and i'm pretty sure it wasn't mine. Snapping my eyes open quickly, i looked around desperately. Who was that? How did i get home? And who did i bring home with me?

After a few moments of frantically searching around my room, my eyes lay upon a half naked body in bed next to me. His long hair and tattoos were definitely a give away. I brought Ryan back home with me? How did i manage that. I thought he was mad at me. "Ryan?" I whispered cautiously. I didn't want to scare him, nor drive him away with me. What if he wakes up and realizes what he has done and then just leaves me? I don't think i could stand him leaving again. Not again. "Ryan." I said again, manning up and eventually nudging him until he woke up.

Eventually his eyes fluttered open, revealing his gorgeous greenish-brown eyes that I've been dying to see for about three days. "Ricky?" He groaned, his voice raspy and strained. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and glazed over me. "Where's your shirt?" He looked at me oddly.

"Funny, i was going to ask you the same." I chuckled, gesturing to his bare abdomen. He rubbed his eyes then laid back against my bed.

"Where are we?" He tossed his arm over his eyes to block out the light.

"My place, i think." I pushed myself up to my feet and found my shirt strewn on the floor haphazardly along with Ryan's whose was not too far away from mine. I staggered over to the door to my bedroom, and opened it, peering out into my living room. There lay Ghost and Chris positioned on top of each other. Somehow that wasn't that surprising though. I couldn't think of any other way to wake them than to slap them... so i did. "WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY." I slapped Chris into falling off of Ghost.

"What... the... FUCK!" Chris growled. "Oh, Ricky, it's just you."

"Umm..." I scratched my head awkwardly. "How did i get here?" It was kind of embarrassing that i didn't even know how i got home from the club, let alone what happened there. I wish i hadn't drank because i was extremely sensitive to light and sound from being hung over.

"Me and Ghost carried you because you were practically passed out... Ryan somehow managed to walk home with us." He informed me, finding his spot back on the couch. "You really don't remember anything?" Chris blushed. Why was he blushing?

"Not a thing... what happened with Ryan and I? why isn't he mad at me anymore?"

"You guys kind of just made up when you made out in the bathroom last night." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Well that was strange.

*Chris's POV*

Awkward wasn't even the word to describe this situation right now. It was beyond awkward.

I was kind of thankful that he didn't remember anything, but i don't even know how to feel at this moment. I had feelings for Ricky, at least i think i did. I've never had feelings for a guy before so i don't know what that feels like. I guess i'll just have to push those feelings away for now to take care of my two most definitely hung over friends.

"Is Ryan awake?" I changed the subject, hoping that he wouldn't change it back. Ghost had yet to wake up still.

"Yeah, he's in my room..." He shrugged.

"Yeah, no shit, i heard you last night. Let's just say you'e not that quiet when you're drunk." I smirked, trying to sound casual.

"W-what did we do?" He murmured. "Ow," He groaned, holding his head in his hand.

"What's wrong?" I rushed over to Ricky, concerned as always. He looked definitely in pain but i'm not sure what happened. His face contorted with pain.

"Just a headache." He smiled reassuringly.

"I'll get you some aspirin, c'mon." I ushered Ricky to his room and laid him down comfortably on his bed. I made sure to tuck him in under his blankets because he had goosebumps sprinkled all over his exposed skin. I didn't think it was that cold, but alcohol does crazy stuff to the body. He shivered uncomfortably then eventually laid still. I rummaged through his medicine counter and found multiple neon orange pill containers littered in them. Most of them were anxiety pills and then some didn't even have his name on them. He stole pills? What was he doing with them?

I just decided to block it out and grabbed the bottle of Advil to give to Ricky. I heard the familiar sounds of mail being slid through the mail slot and went to receive the pile of papers and probably junk mail.

In the pile i saw a piece of paper that was unlike the others. It was much larger and look a lot more official.

"What is that?" Ghost's voice was croaky and rough from just waking up.

"Its a court summons..."

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sorry this chapter was bad... it was kinda just a filler...

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