Synthetic Love. Ricky Horror Olson love story.

Synthetic Love

...Chapter 2

"Rick? What happened out there?" Chris asked me as soon as we walked off stage after we finished our set tonight.

"You're playing sounded off, Bro." Ryan added.

"What's on your mind that You can't concentrate anymore?" Balz said, walking behind me.

"Is it Angel?" Angelo asked quietly.

"Must be..." Ghost's soft voice mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, heading out the back doors and out To the bus. I wanted To be alone.

I sit on the couch and pull out my phone, dialing Angel's number. It rings and before it goes To voicemail, she picks up.

"H-Hello?" Angel's soft voice answered.

"Angel?" I ask With a smile on my face.

"Ricky, where have You been? You never called...In two months...I thought You forgot about me already..." She whispers With a sigh.

"I'm sorry...Ive just been out Of it a lot lately. I've tried, believe me but I don't know What's been going on With me." I sighed. Then I heard her doorbell sound In the background.

"You expecting company?" I ask and she stays silent, then speaks "Yes. I...actually am." She said With weird breaths.

I wondered "Who...?" my tone was uneven and she noticed

She chuckled "It's not a guy, if that's what you're worried about. Hold on." Then I hear a voice. A female voice. "Paula. Come In" Angel said.

Her mother Paula was there. Angel never called her 'mom', she somehow doesn't feel comfortable With the lady who gave her life.

They didn't have the best relationship and I wondered why she was there.

"Angel?" I ask

She sighs "Hey, Um can I call You after she's gone or...?" I sighed and forced a chuckle. "Sure. Call me." I said

"Bye, Rick."

"Bye, Angel..." And With that she hung up. I wanted To say ''I Love you'' but she's not my girlfriend anymore...I don't care. I'd still say it.

"Rick. Mind coming out here? Fans wanna see You, too." Balz said poking his head In the door. I nod as I put my phone away and walk out Of the bus. I was greeted by fans and the fangirls were screaming shit like "Ricky, you're so hot! Marry me, Ricky!" Or "I wanna have your fucking babies, Ricky!" Yup. Weird considering I don't want kids or Fuck younger girls or wanna get married any time soon. I ignore those comments and sign their merch and take a few pictures With them.

20 minutes later, we all loaded up In the bus To hang out until it was time To leave.

(Songs I listened To while I wrote this Chapter:

Black Damask by Motionless In White.

Breathe by Blacklisted Me.

Second and Sebring by Of Mice & Men.)