The Gayest Of Gays (A #Cricky story)

Chapter I

//I hope I ruin your whole fucking life//

*Back in like 2009*

Ricky was in the crowd of an Emotionless and White show. This was the first time he attended a show that was in his home town, Seattle. He got pushed and shoved by a bunch of sweaty scene fags. He looked up and met sight with the lead singer, Crisp Cereal.

Immediately, he felt his pale white cheeks turn red and his knees get shaky. Being as tiny as he was, he was able to get to the front row to get a better look at Crisp's miraculous face...

After the show ended, Ricky headed towards the back of the stage to hopefully run into Crisp.

"Yo, who are you? You shouldn't be here." said some tall anteater.

"I was hoping you'd let me chill with your band." responded Rick realizing the anteater was none other that Crisp Cereal himself.

"Fuck" he thought.

"You have a pretty fac- I mean you have a cool style..." Ricky started, then stopped himself out of fear of looking idiotic (too late).

Silence.

"GOD, I FUCKING BLEW IT" he thought to himself.

Chris wanted to make the moment less awkward.

"So what's your name my fellow emo?"

"Ricky...Ricky Horror..yours is Crisp Cereal, right?"

Chris laughed, "Ricky Whore? And no, it's Chris Cerulli or Motionless to the fans." he winked.

Ricky tried to sound amused, "What kind of music are you into, Chris?"

Ricky screwed up big time with his name lmao.

Chris' face shinned bright like a fucking diamond, "I love HIM, The Cure,Bleeding Through, etc."

"DUUUDEEE, I FUCKING LOVE THOSE TOO!"

Chris chuckled thinking he was probably a fake fan lmao.

He thought maybe the dudes would want to meet someone of their kind, so he guided Ricky to their bus.

"Allow me to introduce these fine fine gents,"

Balz glared at Ricky, feeling replaced by him immediately.

"That's Balz, he's special when it comes to letting random emos into our majestic bus."

Ryan was being as unproblematic as ever, sitting and tuning his guitar,

"You're Ricky, right? Oooooooo, Chrissssssss..you found a new 'friend'." Ryan said with a small grin forming at the corner of his lips. He knew that Chris had been wanting to meet a cute lil emo lord at one of his concerts.

Ryan could hear them talking all the way from the venue so he assumed that the lil chico's full name was Ricky Hammer or whatever.

Chris' face turned bright red, but he brushed it off.

"Don't mind him, Rick, he's just being a prune."

Then came out a buff looking dude with extra cheese stick-like legs who appeared to be a drug dealer.

"Hey...I'm Angelo, but feel free to call me Ange though."

"Ricky." he stated, trying to act cool in front of the eel-looking man.

"Yo TJ, come out, we have a guest!" Chris shouted to a little man child heading to the restroom.

"Well, look what we have here...Chris is this your new boyfriend?"

Both tried to look annoyed, but couldn't help but blush and try to hide their smiles.

"Shit, it's getting late, Chris." Ricky said abruptly.

Ricky remembered he had to take care of his lil gato (cat if u don't know español), Satan, after the show since the cat-sitter probably already left.

"That's fine, can we exchange MySpace usernames?"

You know shit went down when he asked for his MySpace.

"Sure."

"Mine's xxxdarkemoprince666xxx," Chris told him.

"And mine's Xx_gothicpunklordofdeath_xX," Ricky said.

Ricky left, waving to Chris who waved back as he walked off to his car.