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

Chapter Three

Hummingbird

Ricky

The bus had finally come to a stop outside a hotel about 30 minutes away from our first venue to perform at this tour. From it's outer appearance, it seemed desolate and calm. I liked that. I was to be receiving my own room for this stop, it had to be either me or Balz,  but he leaped at the opportunity to room with Ghost. As I was still slightly shocked Chris didn't lunge at the chance to room with me, especially after yesterday afternoon. I just shrugged it off before unlocking the door to settle in.

Without any thoughts I carelessly set my stuff by a chair that was in the corner of the room. I felt as if I imagined yesterday. Today, Chris was nothing but normal. Friend-zoning me. I don't understand the simple thought.

It clouded my mind.

That was all I thought about that night, unable to get any sleep. After my fifth attempt to sleep, I growled in frustration and got up, putting on jeans, my jacket, Beanie, and shoes. I just wanted sleep...

I snatched my room key off the counter in the bathroom, why was it there of all places, then walked out of the hotel room, storming out the front entrance and to the side of the hotel. I can't relax, might as well smoke 'till I get drowsy. I pulled my lighter out before my cig for once, how odd of me.

"Can't sleep either?" I heard a familiar voice call out. I raised an eyebrow before turning to see Chris, leaning against the wall, the light barely catching his figure.

"Nah." I huffed before putting the cigarette to my mouth and lighting it. Taking a long drag before pulling it away and breathing it all out. Hearing Chris shuffle out of himself leaning against the wall, I brought the cig back up to my mouth before, once again, raising my eyebrow and looking at him.

"About yesterday.." He began, looking down at his feet before meeting my gaze at him.

"What about it?"

"We are together right..?" Chris questioned, in a dark and soft tone that was laced with enough amount of hopeless romantisism to tick me off the scales of angry a bit.

"I should be asking you that." I kind of snarled, which was not intended, after breathing out the smoke once more.

"I felt like it was just a dream yesterday so..." He paused for a second to adjust his stance and look me in the eyes. "Thats why I didn't jump at the opportunity to stay with you-"

"I wish you would've even if we weren't." I barked, looking down at my feet before giving up on the cigarette and tossing it in a nearby ash tray after killing the flame. Chris gave me a apologetic look after my words.

"Let me stay with you tonight then. "

"Okay.." No way in hell was I going to turn down that offer. I could faintly see a smile come across his lips as he held his hand out to me before mouthing 'come on'. I smiled VERY faintly and room ahold of his hand, walking back to my room with him.

It was quite a calm and collective ora that clouded the room when we had walked inside. It was so comforting I almost tripped on nothingness once taking three steps inside. I liked it a little too much.

Simple as that, I waltzed into the bathroom to change into shorts and a different shirt before returning to the room. Chris had already made himself comfy and right at home by the time I reached the bed. He smiled at me and patted the space beside him for me to join him, which I gladly did.

I couldn't resist cuddling up to him, he was really warm, then me on the other hand was freezing cold.

Warmth.

"I like you~" Chris hummed while playing with a few strands of my hair.