Haley's POV
The next day, Ricky had decided that it would be a good idea for me to get to know the guys a little better. The thought of sotializing with people honestly scared the living shit out of me. But, if it would make Ricky happy, I was willing to try.
Stepping out of his shower, I wrapped a towel around my hair and walked into Ricky's room where he was waiting patiently for me on his bed.
"Hey beautiful." He winked at me as I opened his closet doors.
"Don't be talking to yourself." I giggled. "I'm gonna wear your clothes again." I half-stated-half-asked. We needed to move my stuff into his apartment, but we hadn't gotten around to it yet.
"That's fine babe." He laughed. I chose a plain balck v-neck with grey skinny jeans. Slinging the clothes over my arm, I carried them back to the bathroom. Closing the door, I slid the shirt on with ease, the jeans not so much. I was forced to jump up and down to try and slide into the pants. Once they were on, I decided it was time to make myself look less like a man. Grabbing my bag of make-up, I took out the majority of my piercings and lathered on my foundation. There was a knock at the door as I was sliding in the last of my shark bites.
"Hey babe, you almost done?" I looked over at him and scoffed.
"Does this mess look done to you?" I motioned to my face.
"You always look perfect to me." He stated nonchalantly. Turning back to the mirror, I finshed my make-up and opened the drawer under the sink. Grabbing the hair dryer, yes, Ricky had a hair dryer (his perfect hair doesn't just happen ;P) I plugged it into the wall.
"Can I do your hair?" He asked seriously. Giving him an unsure look, I slowly handed him the hair dryer.
"Don't burn my hair off." Rolling his eyes at me, he started to attempt to tame my mane.
He was actually faster than me when it came to doing my hair. And I have to admit, it looked a lot better than any time I'd ever tried to style it.
"Thank you." I said, kissing Ricky's cheek. He blushed and nodded.
"Any time."
"Don't say that, cause I might take you up on that offer." He laughed and led me out of the bathroom. Lacing up my coverse, I felt his eyes on me.
"What'cha doin' there?" I asked him sarcastically.
"Wondering how I could be so lucky."
"Oh, you know, I just had to get hit by a car. No biggy." Standing up, we walked down the stairs to his car.
"So what are we doing?" I asked nervously.
"Just going to hang out with the guys and their girlfriends." Oh shit, more people I didn't know. I sighed, not wanting the car ride to be over. Turning on the radio, 'Gold' by Owl City was playing.
"Ew." Ricky laughed and leaned in to change the channel. I quickly shot him a glare.
"Unless you want to loose your dick, I suggest not touching that dial." Ricky's eyes widened and he briskly sat back in his seat.
"So is that your guilty pleasure music?" He asked mockingly.
"Actually, Owl City was my first love in music. Come on, let's not act like the only thing we all listen to is hardcore metal. Sometimes I like to sing about Strawberry Avalanches and Rainbow Veins. Don't judge me." {I'm referring to the actualy songs 'Strawberry Avalanche' and "Rainbow Veins'. I'm not making these names up.}
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Soon, we pulled into someone's driveway.
"Who's house is this?"
