A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 15 ~

Abigail's POV

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We all spent the rest of the day together and now Devin is checked in to his hotel room and Ricky and I are back at the dorms.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him, braiding his hair while it's in my lap.

"My face hurts," he responds.

"I'm sorry that he punched you, but I think that went a whole lot better than I had planned. I mean, he doesn't seem to hate you anymore," I tell him and he nods.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" I ask and he grabs my laptop from the desk. We watch Edward Scissorhands and cuddle for the rest of the night.

Sunday

"I'm really going to miss you," I whimper into Devin's chest.

"I know, I'm going to miss you too," he says, hugging me tightly.

Right now we are at the airport waiting for his flight to be called. I really enjoyed having him here, even if it was only for the weekend. We also visited my mom, which something I needed. He pulls away and puts his hand on Ricky's shoulder.

"Listen, I trust you, but if you ever hurt my sister again, you'll have a lot worse than a broken nose," Devin tells him sternly and Rick smiles.

"I promise that I'll never hurt her again," he says, looking down to me and kisses my forehead. Finally they call Devin's flight number, and once again we'll be apart. I give him one last hug and all to my surprise, he gives Ricky a hug too. He whispers something to him that I can't make out and Ricky smiles and says 'okay'. I wave him goodbye and so does Ricky.

"So, what do we do now?" I ask.

"I guess go back to the dorms," he responds.

"I hate those fucking dorms," I sigh as we walk out.

"I do too, you know, we could always move into an apartment together?" He suggests nervously.

"Maybe, well after I get a job. I'm broke and there's absolutely no way you are paying rent by yourself," I reply. I haven't really thought of moving in with him before, but it sounds like a good idea. I mean we're always together anyway, it would be nice to have some privacy.

The next week
Tuesday

Today's my interview. I have no idea why I'm so nervous. Right now, its 9:00 am and my interview isn't until 12. I go down to the showers and turn the water up as hot as it will go. When I step in some of the tension leaves my shoulders, but I'm still stressed the fuck out.

I take over an hour trying to fix my hair the way I want it. I curl it in large, loose waves and am finally happy with it. I do my makeup a bit more professionally, then add just a bit of blush, but not too much. I step into my dress and zip it up. Its a tight, black dress that comes just above my knees and has sheer short sleeves. I pull on my black pumps and meet Ricky at the door. He absolutely refused to let me ride the bus so I guess he's skipping most of his classes today. When I open the door his jaw drops.

"Wow, you look hot," he says and I blush. He licks his lips and pushes me into the room, closing the door behind him.

"You know, we have quite some time before you have to go to your little interview and you seem a little tense." He whispers into my ear and slowly pushes me down on the bed. His lips meet mine and he slips his tongue in. He starts placing kisses all down my neck and bites my skin gently.

"Ricky, I don't want to be late and we still need to get something to eat." I tell him, not really wanting to stop him.

"C'mon, fifteen minutes," he pouts and I laugh.

"Nope," I say and he gets off of me. We head out the door and decide to eat at a little breakfast café down the street. I order bacon and eggs and Ricky orders pancakes. The whole time he just tries to calm me down but that only helps until we pull up in front of a tall building.

"Don't think about it, everything will go fine," he says and puts his hand on my thigh. He leans over to kiss me and I get out of the car.

Well. Here goes nothing.