A Wish Come True (Ricky "Horror" Olson)

Chapter Two

"Here you go," Ricky said handing me a makeshift ice-pack. He'd used a Ziplock bag and placed ice-cubes into it.

"Thanks," I muttered, giving him a small smile which he gladly returned before leading me into the living room to one of two couches. 

His house was beautiful. I know many people would think of it as creepy, as the style of the interior was Victorian, in a gothic way, of course. Indescribable, really. Hardwood floors. Picture frames were copper and had very beautiful floral designs, though they were not what would be considered girly. Far from it. Many having the occasional skull. I also noticed a Ouija Board. Very many books. I saw a gray cat slaloming through the wooden rungs of the nearby staircase.

He sat beside me, looking at me with concern. I'd just formally met him about ten minutes ago, yet he was looking at me as if I were an injured best friend of his.

"Feel any better?" He asked, flicking his tounge over his lip rings licking his lips directly afterwards.

I nodded, "Yeah. Thanks again." I said, trying my best to give him a sincere smile. The truth of the matter was, I was scared. Not of him, as he'd shown me I had no reason to be, but given the situation, I felt instictually scared.

He eyed me speculatively before reaching down to my feet, where my purse sat. Reaching into one of the outer pockets, he pulled out the Tylenol bottle, "I know you took some before, but I want to be sure. How many, two?" He asked, I nodded.

Ricky took two tablets into his palm, and faced me. I held out my hand, and he dumped them into it, our pinky fingers grazing eachother in the process. I felt a tingle take over my entire hand, and a blush begin to creep onto my cheeks.

 I doubled over slightly and coughed, a fake one, of course. But now, I had an explaination as to why my face was red.

I sat regularly again. "Thank you."

He smiled slightly. "Are you alright?" He took notice to how flushed my face was. After the fake cough gimmick, he must've thought I was slightly winded.

"Yeah, just fine," I breathed, averting my eyes from his as I tilted my head back to take the medicine tablets.

"You sure? You look a little red. Let me get you some water," he questioned, stepping over my legs and walking over to the kitchen, taking a slightly tall glass from the mahogany upper-cabinet.

His comment made my disappearing blush appear again. I tired to fan my face with my hands, until I heard the soft padding noise his feet made as he walked. I really didn't want to make myself look like a total freak.

"Thank you," I smiled slightly as he handed me the glass before sitting next to me again.

He smiled back. "Don't mention it."

The sudden flash of light, then following deep rumble shaking the house and filling my ears made me flinch. And I blushed with embarassment. Oh. A thunderstorm started.

Ricky chuckled, "you alright?" He asked jokingly.

I rolled my eyes slightly and smiled at him, taking a sip of the cold water. My brain finally registering the sound of raindrops pelting the house, the crack of lightning, and the deep rumbles of thunder taking over the sky and the surrounding earth, shaking it gently but violently at the same time. 

I cleared my throat and moved so I was sitting cross-legged. The ice in the Ziplock bag was beginning to melt due to the heat of my hands and the temperature of the house. The sound of slightly swishing water making a small stream. Like a river. Only the ice would be the rocks.

I yawned, and a chuckle escaped Ricky's throat. "Tired?"

"A little," I said quietly. Looking up to a black Grandfather Clock, I read the time: 12:36. Shit! It was passed midnight! I gasped, though my limbs simply wouldn't allow me to jump up up and grab my purse. Though my eyes did widen.

"What's wrong?" Ricky asked, laughing lightly.

I, being too nervous to speak, pointed to the clock. His eyes followed the invisible trail my finger made, only when they reached their destination, he smiled. 

"That late already?" He asked rhetorically, "I'm not even tired."

This made me chuckle slightly, and I rubbed my eyes as much as my makeup would allow before reaching for my purse Ricky had set back onto the floor and standing up.

"Wait, what are you doing?" 

"Going home," I replied in a slightly nervous tone. My hand reaching over my stomach and grasping the opposing elbow.

"Sam, don't. You'll catch a cold if you go out now. I'd drive you, but a friend is using my car right now. You can spend the night. I have a guest room you can sleep in." He offered, genuine concern lacing his first two sentences.

"Oh, um. I don't want to be a burden," I trailed off slightly.

His eyebrows raised a tiny bit and be smiled sincerely. "You aren't being a burden. I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you to stay."

This made me blush a tiny bit, and I sat back down, clasping my hands in my lap, trying to stifle the smile that inevitably soon broke out on my lips.

Again, in any normal situation, I would've said no. Let alone take them up on their offer to get ice for my head. But, I figured since he's been nothing but kind to me since I got kicked in the head, and he had shown no signs of being a threat of any sort...

"O-Okay."