I'll Always Let You In (Ricky Horror Fan Fic)

Her Lips So Inviting

AN: Hi everyone! I just opened an Etsy store! It would be awesome if you guys could check it out. The link is in the external link. Most of the stuff I'm selling is band related, like there's Motionless In White shoes and earrings and a Chris Motionless pillow and stuff for other bands, too (All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce The Veil, Tonight Alive, Issues , etc). Also, everything is custom made, so I can do other bands, too. On a different note, this chapter is dedicated to Mars421 for leaving a comment on the last chapter. Sorry that I took a bit longer than expected to update. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Song: The Edge Of Tonight By All Time Low

Liz

The worst part of my job as merch girl was having to transport the heavy boxes of t-shirts, bracelets, and CDs from the band's trailer to the place where the merch tent was set up. I would usually enlist the help of Telle or Paul, but that day both of them seemed to have disappeared as soon as they woke up along with the rest of The Word Alive. I let out a sigh as I unlocked the trailer and then stared at the boxes brimming with things I was expected to sell that day. I really  needed to start working out. Besides the fact that the the weight of a hundred t-shirts was more than expected, the boxes were also huge compared to my small frame.

As much as I wanted to leave the boxes in the trailer, I knew I couldn't and standing and staring at them wouldn't help anything, so I got to work. I picked up the first one, struggling under its weight, and tried to maneuver in a way that wouldn't make anything fall out of the cardboard box. Well, as you probably suspected, it didn't go too well. I had barely made it twenty feet when I tripped over something and everything went falling to the ground, including myself. I groaned in pain as my bare knee scraped against the concrete. Of course I couldn't have landed in the grass, which wasn't too far from my spot the sidewalk. I really didn't have anytime to waste because doors were opening in a half hour and I knew it would take me a while to move all the boxes, so I promptly started shoving shirts back into the box, ignoring the pain in my knee. I had had the shirts organized my size, but it looked like I would have to re-sort them when I had time today. Hopefully nothing had stains on it because I knew if it did, I'd be in trouble. I let out an aggravated sigh before I saw another pair of tattooed hands with black polish on the nails begin to help me put everything where it belong.

I looked up to see Ricky. He gave me a smile. "You ok?" he asked as he shoved another tie-dyed shirt in the big box. He practically had come out of nowhere, but I wasn't complaining. I liked Ricky and I thought it was sweet that he had stopped when he was doing to help me when no one else around had made any move to aid me.

"Yeah. I just scrapped my knee," I responded, looking down at my newly tattooed leg. I had just had a tattoo done before the tour started and I loved the way it looked, but it now had a bit of blood splattered on it.

"Well, let's go put this at the merch tent and then we can go get you cleaned up," he suggested. Instead of having me carry the oversized box, he picked it up and started walking away. I followed obediently. I was so glad he had showed up to me. I needed someone like him to help me more often. The best part was that he didn't seemed bothered to help me. Telle always acted like I was asking him to move a mountain when I asked for help. He was a great best friend, wasn't he?

"Thanks for your help, by the way," I told him gratefully. Now he just needed to show my friends how to be so nice and eager to be of service.

"No problem," he told me as we reached the tent with The Word Alive's logo on it. He gently placed the box down on the ground much more gracefully than I would have been. For such a thin guy, Ricky seemed to be in pretty good shape. "We should probably get that scrape cleaned up before we get the rest of the merch over here so it doesn't get infected," he suggested. I gave him a nod, signaling that I agreed, and we started to walk back to The Word Alive's bus. As we strolled along, I couldn't help but notice how close to me he was. I could feel the warmth radiating off his body and I kind of wished he would hold my hand, but I didn't make a move to hold his. I wasn't one to make the first move.

When we reached the bus, he held the door open for me, which I thought was super cute and polite of him. I nodded my thanks before entering the front lounge of the bus, which was completely vacant. I had no idea where everyone had went that day, but usually everyone was hanging out in the front of the bus. Whatever the reason was, I shrugged it off and made my way to the bathroom. My knee was still painful, but I had ignored it on the walk. Maybe Ricky had just kept my mind off of it.

When I got to the bathroom, I went to the cabinet over the sink, which didn't actually work, but Ricky quickly shooed me away. "You're in pain. Sit down," he ordered. I didn't argue. Instead, I put down the toilet lid and took a seat. I brought my thigh to my chest so I could get a better look at my wound. It didn't look too bad, but there was some of the gravel stuck to my skin.

"There's some Neosporin and band-aids on the bottle shelf," I told him after he spent a few moments looking around for supplies. We were quite disorganized, so finding anything was a feat. Well, it was more I was organized and kept everything in a specific place, but then the guys would come and screw everything up.

Ricky then turned around with a wet towel in one hand and a large band aid and the tube of Neosporin in the other. He then started dabbing at the cut with the towel to clean it up. I winced in pain from the pressure that he was putting on my new wound. "I'm sorry," he apologized when he saw my face. I knew it wasn't his fault. He was actually being the nice one and helping me out.

"It's cool. It's not your fault," I responded. After another few minutes of slight pain, the cuts thankfully looked to be pretty clean. He then opened the bottle of Neosporin and started to apply it to my skin, which caused more dull pain to shoot through my knee. I tried to conceal it, though, because I didn't want him to feel bad for making my skin hurt more than it already did.

Another few minutes later, he finally had unwrapped the band-aid and was about to stick it to my skin. I watched him intently as he neared my knee. To be honest, I liked having him so close to me. When my scrape was covered, he looked up at me and our eyes caught. I swear, he had the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen.

Before I really knew what was happening, he was moving closer to me until his face was mere centimeters away from mine. Seconds later, his lips were on mine and one of the best feeling I knew was entering my body. Soon he was deepening the kiss and had found a way to get his tongue in my mouth, not that I was complaining.

I was so into him and that I didn't even hear the tour bus door open or the footsteps in the front lounge. "Um, can I use the bathroom or what?" someone said, interjecting into my thoughts of Ricky. The words caused us to break apart and my cheeks to burn. When I looked up, I saw Telle giving me a grin. He had sounded a bit mad, but it looked like he was just teasing.

"Uh, we should, uh, probably get the rest of this boxes to your merch tent," Ricky stammered, showing that he too was a bit embarrassed. With that, we exited the tour bus to tend to the t-shirts.