Song for this chapter: True Friends - Bring Me The Horizon
Vamp's POV
"Ugh," I groaned and threw myself on to the couch.
"What's up with you?" Craig asked, as the whole of Escape The Fate, minus TJ, were on the bus.
"She's just missing Ricky," Galaxy teased.
"True. However I am also insanely bored and none of you are helping that so I shall be going on a walk," I smiled at them and grabbed my phone and earphones before stepping off the bus without another word, something I do quite often that must annoy them quite a lot.
I strolled down the streets listening to my Attila playlist when it was interrupted by Not The American Average by Asking Alexandria which is Ricky's ringtone for some bizarre unknown reason that I most likely decided to do when I was drunk. I eagerly pulled my earphones from the earphone jack and held the phone up to my ear.
"Welcome to Vamp's sperm bank, you wank it, we bank it, how may I be of service?" I answered deadly seriously, earning a few weird looks from passers by, not that I cared.
"Jesus Christ Ricky the one time you ask me to call her off your phone," I heard Ryan yell, meaning he had the phone.
"Does she always answer like that?" Devin asked meaning I'm mostly likely on speaker but it seems to just be the three of them.
"When she's happy," The beautiful voice replied that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"So how may I be of service to you my dearest Ryan?" I asked sweetly, trying to ignore how happy the simple sound of Ricky's voice made me and more on the fact that I was out in public next to a busy road and I did not need any more injuries.
"Ricky wanted to know what your plans are in a months time once you're off of tour, but he's playing this NFL hockey game with Devin so he was too occupied to come to the phone." Ryan explained.
"Well I was planning on sleeping and eating so unless you have something better to offer I'll be eating and sleeping for the next three weeks until you guys come home." I told him.
"Well I was thinking that since our tours line up again twice, one in three days and one for the last four days of your tour, you could come onto our bus on the last day of your tour and instead of going home come on tour with us for three weeks and since I know you always overpack ridiculously, you'll be able to live for five days until we stop off in Scranton for a night where you can then get all of your things for the next sixteen days," Ricky explained to me, occasionally pausing for a moment to concentrate on his game, but he's obviously thought this through
"Hm, I don't know, I mean I have such a busy schedule," I teased.
"Vamp," He groaned.
"I suppose I could fit you in," I sighed. "Anyway I must go because I'm outside alone and getting strange looks from strange people so I bid you all farewell and remember Vamp's sperm bank is open twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, you wank it we bank it, freeze it, store it, sell it, burn it, whatever your preference. Have a wonderful day and thank you for calling," I said into the phone and then hung up, probably leaving them all speechless.
I sighed in content as I imagined seeing Ricky in three days for two days and then again in a month for four days and then going off with him for three weeks and at the end of it all being able to go home with him again. It's the little things in life like being able to go home that matter.
I stepped into a small corner shop that I conveniently came across and started wandering the aisles in search of some energy drinks and a pack of cigarettes because even though I'd promised Ricky I'd stop, it was a hard thing to do when the one person willing you to stop and your only reason to stop is a hundred miles away.
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