Please

Part 8

"So, do you wanna go out some today?" Ricky asks lightly, playing with your hair as the two of you lay snuggled on the couch, your head resting against his shoulder, arm across his waist. "Do some shopping?"

"Not really."

"Hey, it's your birthday! You gotta want to do something," he sighs, sounding a little frustrated.

You knew what he was doing.

He'd been trying all morning to get you off the bus, for the two of you to go off around town and do something - from catching a movie, to shopping, to going out for lunch - everything possible.

And you weren't budging.

You didn't want to leave and then come back and the guys have done something elaborate in your absence.

You don't even want to celebrate your birthday.

So you're going to make it hard on them.

"I don't want to do anything."

Ricky frowns down at you.

Stubborn, difficult you.

"You don't even want to go see that new movie? What's it called, uh -?"

"The Forest?"

"Yeah! That one. They're showing it at the theatres nearby."

"You don't like horror movies like that, Ricky."

"So? You do? It could be fun, just the two of us, like old times," he says, letting your hair cascade from his fingers against your shoulder. "Just like we used too. Don't you want to spend some time, just us?"

"So you can distract me while Devin plans something diabolical for my birthday?"

"It's not diabolical."

"It's totally diabolical."

"More like nice," Ricky corrects, chuckling. "So, c'mon; pull some clothes on, let's get going, you got ten minutes."

"Ricky -."

"No, up up!" he orders, straightening so that you have no choice but to do the same. "Let's get moving, woman!"

You give a heavy sigh.

You just want to wear your pajamas.

You don't want to do anything.

Glumly, you stand, letting him push you towards the back of the bus.

"What's with the face?" Balz asks, laying half out of his bunk as he smacks at Ryan, both of them snickering, Ryan holding a football in his hand. "Why's the birthday girl looking like she wants to punch your dick?"

"Because I'm doing the horrible and forcing her to go out," Ricky rolls his eyes as he nudges you towards your bunk. "Now, get dressed; we're going to go watch that movie."

"But -."

"Just do it, will you?" he sighs. "Dont argue with me."

You glare at him, your hands going to your hips.

"Hey, if she wants to wear those shorts to the movie, then I totally wanna come," Balz says after a moment, half-grinning. You look down, and then over as you glare at him.

They were pajama shorts, of course they weren't long, but -.

"Yeah, I like those too," Ryan chimes in, catching on to what Balz was doing. "I think you should wear them more often."

You were never wearing them again.

You scowl at all of them, and then huffily reach for your bag at the end of your bunk, jerking it to you and slinging it over your shoulder. You twist around and stalk for the back lounge, intent on changing there.