Unspoken (Sitkolson Threequel)

24| Stained.

(A/N: awwww, his smile is so precious, it's the only way i can describe it....ENJOY)

Music: Lullabies (by All Time Low)

*****MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE (idk who reads this story so just a precaution)****

*Ricky's POV*

          "Oh look, little tramp is at it again." I could almost hear Frank's fraudulent voice in the back of my brain as Chris's lips slid over mine. I didn't dare kiss back, well not a lot at least, i knew better than that. Ryan may not trust me, or put a lot of faith in me, but i was determined to win back his favor. And by kissing Chris back, i was definitely not going to prove that i was loyal to Ryan. Oh god, i was like a little puppy dog.

        Yet i had trouble pushing him away, it's not that i like Chris in that kind of way, i only thought of him as a really good friend, if not, a brother. But this kiss, it wasn't romantic, just passionate. I wish people would understand how much i crave affection and this kiss was the affection i desperately needed. It's like i could breathe better now. It's like a piece of my gangrene heart was being rebuilt and fixed, just with a small kiss. A friendly peck on the lips, that's what it was! Only a friendly peck on the lips, that's lasting longer than i expected it to.

         Eventually, and kind of reluctantly, Chris and I pulled away from each other. His light brown searched mine for i don't even know what, as my mind went blank. The all at once my thoughts began to criticize, scold and denounce me. Ryan will never love you. Look what you did. Tramp, slut. Unfaithful.

         "Ricky, listen to me." Chris gripped me back to reality, making me look at him as he cupped my face with his hands. His palms were warm against my clammy flesh as i heard the still burning tip of my cigarette sizzle against the cold,damp cement. "Ricky, i love you." His voice was blunt but at the same time conveyed so much emotions that his eyes were passionate enough to express. I didn't know how to respond to any of this. I was never good with spoken words, i was much better with writing.  "I've loved you ever since i met you." From the corner of my eyes, i glanced behind Chris's head at a blurry figure in the background that i could now see. Ghost. And right now, after hearing what Chris had just thoughtlessly professed, really looked like a ghost. 

          "Chris, stop." I half begged, but he was deaf to my pleading. He shook his head 'no' and continued. I couldn't stop glancing back to Ghost watching as his boyfriend caress my rosy cheeks and tell me that he loves me. I just didn't understand Chris's motives. "Stop." I tried to pull away but i couldn't bring myself to do it.

         "No, Ricky, i love you so damn much." He repeated, i saw out of my peripheral vision that Ghost had stormed away with tears slipping down his anguished face. "But i love you and Ryan together more." My eyebrows knit together in confusion as his look softened.  "And i need you two to be together because i can see you love each other beyond any explanation i could give, no matter what shit you have to go through." I don't know where this all came from. But it was all solidified when he hugged me briefly. But i was still worried about Ghost. What had he seen? or heard, for that matter?

          I rushed out of Chris's grip and back into Ghost's apartment building, not bothering to stomp out the still lit cigarette that i'd dropped.

          "Ghost!" Damn, that pregnant son of  a bitch is fast. I tripped up the stairs about a million times before i found my way to the Ghost's front door which, as i expected, was closed. I knocked on it three times before getting impatient and turning the doorknob and basically pushing on it with all my weight because i figured it was locked. But it wasn't and i went tumbling to the floor, knocking the wind right out of my lungs. "Unf!" I pushed my self up and glanced around, nobody was around, not even Ryan. But if i listened close enough to the buzzing silence, i could hear weak sobs. At least that's what i thought they were. 

          I got up and followed the whimpers. I went step after step until i was standing directly in front of the bathroom door which happened to be closed and there was a light illuminating from underneath the door. The sobbing got louder and i slowly turned the door knob.

        To my surprise once again, the door wasn't locked, i guess Ghost didn't have the time.  "Not.... Again..." I heard Ghost sob out in between wheezes and hiccups from the sloppy tears. 

        "Ghost, what's wro-" I began but stopped myself when i saw Ghost sitting on the bathroom floor, face smothered with tears.  And the bathroom floor was blood stained and smeared with the thick crimson substance. But Ghost hadn't hurt himself,  i don't think. I didn't see any signs of injury on his body. The blood seemed to be coming from his... pants?

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What do you think is going on??? And sorry about the wait, i'm going to blame that on writer's block and school. 

I was so tempted to make ricky kiss back just to make shelby_mcin scream! but this is a sitkolson story and alas Cricky was not meant to be...

Also, Read MIW69XD 's last update in "how can we possibly be?" And comment what you think the baby name should be from the choices she gives!!!!!

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