The Boy with the Guitar

Fluff and Angelo

Chris:

As the end of tour rolls around, I couldn't be happier. I got a boyfriend, almost all the band members I need, and I learned a lot about touring all in the past three weeks. Incredible. We also decided to just bring TJ with us as we'd end up in Scranton at the end where the rest of the band was anyway. I'll drive him back to his town which is about an hour and a half away. He said he's okay with the long drive once or twice a week for band practice but if the band does well he'll look into getting his own place or finding a roommate.

Ricky's gonna spend a while in my apartment because I don't want him to come home and just stay in the van. I don't like that he lives in the van, even though I get why. It's not fair to him. He's literally homeless and no one deserves that.

"Okay, you can either sleep on that couch or in my bed with me," I explain. "You're welcome to anything in the fridge or cabinets, the bathroom is at the end of the hallway, feel free to watch TV, you can use the Xbox, just make yourself at home. What's mine is yours."

"Could I have...a glass of water?" Ricky asks.

"Of course you can." I get Ricky a glass of water and we sit down on the couch together.

"Your apartment is bigger than Gabriel's." I'll bet that's not the only thing I have that's bigger than Gabriel's. Ew, shut up Chris.

"Yeah?"

"He never let me stay over without paying for my own stuff."

"Are you serious? That's not cool." Ricky grumbles to himself and takes a sip of his water. "Anyways, we're going to Ryan's house in a few hours. Just to meet up with the other guys. TJ is already over there talking to Ryan. They're just gonna hang out until we all go over, I think they'll get along well. I told Ry we'll be there at 3:30 because I know you're probably tired and I want some alone time with you. We haven't really gotten to just sit quietly without strangers around us, no stress, no one talking to us. Just you and me...doing absolutely nothing."

"That sounds really nice," says Ricky. "I want to take a nap."

"Okay. Can I join you?"

"You most certainly can."

"Fantastic. We can sleep in my bed."

"Cool." Ricky puts his now empty glass down and yawns.

"You look sleepy."

"I am," he says. I stand up and stand in front of Ricky.

"Cute sleepy." Ricky gives me a confused look and I smile. I swiftly pick him up, put him over my shoulder, and he laughs. "Come on!" I run down the hallway, carrying Ricky, and into my bedroom. I throw him down on the bed and he laughs. "You have such a cute laugh, you know."

"Shut up."

"You shut up, love bug." He laughs even more as I join him under the covers.

"I love it when you call me names."

"I know you do, Rickybear." He giggles and I kiss his cheek, to which he reacts by kissing my lips. "Cutie pie...okay. Come here, you." Ricky rests his head on my chest and I put my arm around his shoulder, gently drawing circles on his chest with my thumb. I plant a few kisses on the top of Ricky's head and whisper, "I love you."

Ricky mumbled a quiet, "I love you too," but since he's so sleepy, it comes out more as "ull've yotu."

"You fucking cutie." He nuzzles up to me and I hold him tight. We soon fall asleep on each other and I couldn't ask for a better end to tour.