My Life In Two

Fast asleep, it's all in your head now

Pennsylvania is so different from LA. Definitely an adjustment and..cold. It's now November and I have settled into Ricky's home quite nicely. He gave me the spare bedroom not sure if I was ready to dive head first and sleep in the same bed, and that was so sweet of him. And Starks is the goodest boy ever, always wanting to snuggle. I think he might like me more than Ricky.

I unpacked all of my things in the spare room however I just ended up in Ricky's bed every night anyways. Missing LA, I have settled nicely and it's starting to feel more like home here. Since Ricky has a studio in his basement he offered to help me write and produce some songs with me, starting a little side project together.

Saying goodbye to the boys after tour was
so fucking heartbreaking. They are my family, my brothers and I miss them like crazy. They said we'll stay in touch, but we know how that usually goes.

Ricky and I are packing up to fly back out to LA., Ice Nine Kills are meeting up to finish a new song and putting together a deluxe version of Welcome To Horrorwood which I am very excited for. They have so much fun in the studio creating their masterpieces and it makes me so happy.

    "Hey there." Ricky came over to me and snaked his arms around my waist as I was facing the bed and packing. He started kissing my collarbone lightly, definitely distracting me from doing any packing. I turned around in his embrace to face him. He looked so hot in his tight fitting white tshirt, his hair disheveled and his light teakwood cologne. He noticed me checking him out and smirked only to start kissing my neck. "Ricky..we have to get packing." I tried my best to speak sternly but it came out in mumbles.

"We can definitely wait to pack." He assured me as he traced his fingertips down my back only to break away to let Starks out. I crumbled under his touch and gave in as he walked back to me and kissed me passionately. We've been seeing each other for 4 months now and I couldn't get enough of him. We've grown so close since moving in together. He backed me up, leading me until I felt the bed against my legs and softly fell back on the bed. He wasted no time pulling his shirt over his head and throwing in towards the bedroom door, hovering over me, kissing me passionately. Not even 30 seconds later, his phone rings. "Do you need to get that?" I asked him in between kisses. "No, I'm too busy for anything or anyone else right now." Sending my heart into flutters.

His phone keeps ringing. I groaned and lightly pushed Ricky up to signal him to answer the phone, causing him to pout.

I instantly rolled my eyes when I heard Spencer's voice on the other end. "Hello Spencer we are busy!" I yelled annoyingly, cockblocking from over a thousand miles away. Ricky walked out of the room talking to Spencer, clearly about business. I rolled my eyes and pushed myself back to my feet to finish packing.

***

I hate flying. I hate everything about it. Thank god I have Ricky to comfort me. After many hours and a layover later, we arrived in L.A. Spencer waiting for us in the car. "Hi!" Spencer dramatically yelling in our direction, drumming on the steering wheel. The energy that this weirdo has never failed to surprise me. "So! How about another tour in the beginning of the year?" I swear Spencer loves touring more than anyone I have ever met. "I'd be down, as long as the rest of the guys are." I just stared out the back seat window daydreaming about what the hell I would do in Pennsylvania without Ricky.

"Jace?" By Ricky's tone it sounded like he called my name a few times trying to break me from my daydreaming. "Oh sorry. What'd you say?" Giving both men my full attention. "Sarah can't make this tour and Chevy could use some back up. You down?" Spencer asked, making eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and winking. "Yeah sure. That'd be nice." Going back on tour would be fun, I would just miss playing shows every night.

We arrived to Spencer's, all of the guys sitting around with papers and instruments everywhere, this place was such a mess. I instantly roamed to the kitchen and started to clean up. Someone hugged me from behind, and I could instantly tell it was not Ricky. It was Spencer. I had to admit, his cologne was intoxicating. He had wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Hey pretty girl." He whispered. I could never tell if Spencer is just being Spencer or actively flirting, but this sent a shiver down my spine, not knowing if that was good or bad.

Spencer's POV

"Hey man." Ricky plopped down next to me looking frazzled. "What's up man? You look upset." He sighed. "Just tired. Jacee's been having these nightmares, I guess they started a while ago at the beginning of tour. She said this man was asking her creepy shit like asking her if she'd kill for him. They went away and now they're back and worse." I put on my best poker face and tried my best to help my friend without smiling. Obviously, my plan is in effect. "Who is the man?" I asked him knowing damn well it's me. He shrugged. "I don't know she won't tell me any more information." He looked visibly freaked out, as he should be. "Wasn't Nadia having a similar nightmare before she passed?" He asked quietly, not wanting it to strike a nerve. I didn't want to talk about the bitch.

Before I could reply, Jacee walked down the steps making eye contact with me. She looks like she's seen a ghost.

"Spence, we need to talk."