Unspoken (Sitkolson Threequel)

6|Blue-Eyes In Disguise.

(A/N: Ricky and I are going to be friends one day, i already have it planned out lol... ENJOY!)

Music: Smells Like Teen Spirit (Cover from 'The Gallows' trailer)

               Happy Song (by Bring Me The Horizon)

*Ryan's POV*

       Everything was just so confusing right now. Like, why was Ricky acting weird like this? I mean i know he's not good around new people, and neither am i really, but the way he's acting with Frank is kind of suspicious. But i should trust Ricky, which i do. 

       I was happy with him in my arms as we lay for hours in our bed. He looked frustrated while he slept though, i on the other hand caught no sleep whatsoever, i was content watching his facial expressions though. Ricky's eyebrows furrowed together every once in a while as he'd grab tighter onto my loose-fitting t shirt. I wonder what he was thinking about.

        He woke up maybe an hour later, looking distressed but calmed down when his frosted eyes fell on me. "What's wrong?" I casually pulled my fingers through his long, painted black hair as his eyes wandered the room. He only shrugged. I noticed that he was being unusually quiet, but when wasn't he? I could never tell when something was up with him or if something was bothering him because he put on this mask to disguise all of his emotions that he would let out on rare occasions, if i was lucky. And to think i thought he was getting better with this. He promised to talk to me. He promised to let me help him. 

        Watching him as he stood up from the bed and stretched his long, tattooed arm i once again noticed how skinny he was. I decided to over look it though because I've watched him eat before and maybe he was always just slim. I shouldn't be worried for him, i'm sure he's fine. 

*Ricky's POV*

        Yeah, i guess i was being quieter than usual, but compared to the blaring voices inside my head, i thought everything that's how it should be. I could barely hear over them anyways. The way they mocked me and called me names and criticized me when i looked at myself in the mirror. It's like little demons caught inside my head, but refuse to come out. No, i don't have schizophrenia, but it sure as hell feels like it. It's most likely from all the pressure i've been put under lately, i have no other explanations for it. 

        "Silence, huh?" Frank mocked me from where he had hopped up on the counter behind me. Well the voice was either Frank or someone inside my head, but when i turned around to find him staring at me with a smirk, i knew it was him. "It will get you no where, trust me." he rolled his eyes and looked down at his denim-covered lap. I wasn't going to talk to him. I wasn't going to talk to anyone, let alone him. Whenever i spoke i just made everything worse, so why even try? There's no use. 

       Good thing he didn't start asking anymore questions because the phone began ringing loudly. After about two or three rings, Ryan had gotten to it and answered. "Balz!" He greeted with a smile. "Waazzzuuupppp???" There was a long silence. "Uh. Okay." Another pause with no speaking. "You can come in an hour..." Then he hung up.

          I don't think the air could have became any thinker with intensity. i could probably cut it with the butter knife that i held in my hand. "Josh is coming soon...." His voice went flat and unemotional at all. My heart fluttered and raced in my chest  as Ryan went back into our room/

        "Ohhhhh.... you're in troubleeeee." Frank sang mockingly with a smile dancing on his lips. I glared.

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Only a kinda filler chapter... i was thinking about doing another smut chapter eventually... but i didn't want to do it without your permission/opinions?????

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