Life; It's Worth Living (Cricky Re-Write)

Chapter Two

~* We're Gonna Party Like It's Prom Night *~

(Chris, First Perspective)

Something was in a way of off between me and Ricky. Since we picked him up from his home, he was, odd. I feel like he knows something, like something's getting under his skin. He was only like this to me though, he talked to Ryan and Josh, exchanged a lot with Ghost, but nothing towards me.

"Chris...?" A soft and ever so sweet voice called my name out. I looked to the side to see Ricky looking up at me with concern. "What's wrong..?" His tone was soft and relaxed, I enjoyed it.

"Nothing. Just thinking." I said with a big grin. Ricky looked away, down, then back to whatever he was looking at before. I can tell he knows something's off.

I really don't know what to say at all, I feel attracted to him but you don't just come out and say that to your best friend. It makes everything weird, especially for an entire band of close friends.

3 days passed since we were all picked up for tour. 2 days of actual performing had started, which was fun and amazing of course, but I need to get things straight between me and Rick. I MUST do it. It was a cold-ish day too, so I can't be outside like this for much longer.

"Chris..?" The soft and blissful voice of Ricky called, walking towards me at the back of the bus. I leaned against the bus a little and looked at him.

"What's up, Ricks?" I said with a big smile and kind eyes, he faintly returned the smile and look though.

"What's wrong.." He questioned me with serious concern.

"Nothing." I responded in a dull way and turned my back to him. I could hear him get frustrated as he then stormed to where I turned. Looking at me with stern, stubborn eyes.

"You liar." He growled softly, becoming angry with me a little bit.

"I'm not lying." I said calmly.

"You fucking liar! Do you not trust me or something? Is that it!" Ricky yelled at me while balling his fists in frustration, clearly upset with me by now.

It's now or never, Chris.

I faintly rolled my eyes, grabbed his arms, pinned him to the bus, and out of intention, smashed my lips against his. I pulled away and just looked at the speechless Ricky, his cheeks turned a bit rosy after a minute of him registering what happened.

"O-oh." He stuttered, l sighed and loosened my grip on his arms and let go, getting ready to walk away. But before I could fully turn away, Ricky grabbed my face and made me look at him, before he kissed me with what I believed was passion.

After we parted from each other, all we did was stand there in silence, staring into one another's eyes.

"Ricky....?" I said in a very hesitant and soft tone.

"Yes.... Chris..?" He paused between words.

"Would you.... Would you um... be... be mine....?" I said very slowly, cautiously, and nervously. Ricky smiled ever so wide and nodded a yes, kissing my cheek afterwards. "You're serious..?" I questioned, and received another nod of a yes. I smiled big and quickly kissed him again before we both walked back to to bus door, entering after a minute.