The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 12

---Sylvia---

A few minutes later, while I was sitting on my bed watching something called Hell's Kitchen  and stirring my sugar infused lemon water with my coffee straw, there was a knock at the door. I guessed it wasn't Meg, cause she had her own key. I cautiously wandered over. 

"Sylvia...It's me. It's Ricky. Please let me in." I opened the door and after a brief pause, he walked in. Standing in the middle of my room, we made eye contact and there was silence.

"...Well?..."

"I came to apologize. I'm an asshole, and I shouldn't have been pissed at you without even knowing the whole story. Do you forgive me?"

"...I don't know."

"You don't know?" he arched an eyebrow at me. 

"Don't pressure me you little shit."

"I'm not little."

"You're almost as short as me."

"No I'm not." And so began the sarcasm laced back and forth conversation. 

"How tall are you?"

"5'7"

"I'm 5'4" 

"I have three inches on you."  

"And that's what? The size of your dick?" I smiled at my remark as he looked genuinely offended by it. I plopped down on my bed and he hesitantly sat next to me. 

"My dick is much bigger than that."

"Really? How big?"

"Bigger than your band's future." I gasped at that and we laughed. The tension evaporated. For a moment, he grew serious again, "I'm sorry for almost ruining everything."

I nodded, "To be fair, I did get you punched in the face." He nodded, smiling and I playfully swiped at the top of his head.

 "Hey!" He swiped back and we play fought, gently shoving back and forth until he rolled off the bed on the floor. He lay breathlessly on the ground as I climbed on top of him and pinned him to the carpet. He tried to flip me over but I shoved him back down. 

He raised an eyebrow and flipped me over so he was on top and I was pinned down. I tried to push him off but now he was actually trying and he smiled as I struggled. 

"You asshole." I laughed. He wrapped his legs around mine so he had me in a tight grip. Our laughter died down and we made closer eye contact. He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back and he ran his tongue over my lip. 

We made out for a few minutes on the sort-of-clean carpet of a shitty hotel before I broke the kissing to whisper in his ear;

"I forgive you." 

Then Meg opened the door and there was a semi-awkward exchange where Ricky got up and left and Meg offered me some cookies she stole from the guys. We flipped over the five channels they had to offer and she got excited when we stumbled upon a movie called "Bridge to Terabithia." I'd never seen it and this shocked her so we watched it.

I brag that I only cried a little bit. 

***

The next few days passed in a kind of blur. We drove. We ate. We slept. We performed. This was the cycle, the only significant difference being the ever-changing view outside the windows. I texted Ricky a bit, sending him memes or strange thoughts and things that occurred to me at weird moments. I spend a lot of my time sitting in the shower with pillows.

I skyped with Mena or my family sometimes. Abby hardly answered any of my messages or calls. She said she's just too busy with her work. I filmed videos that were mostly vlogs or Q&As because really what can you do when you're trapped in an RV with four other people?

There was one amusing incident where I was sitting in the shower in the dark and Ian walked in, half asleep. He stumbled over to the toilet, unzipped his pants and began to pee. I waited a few seconds to go:

"Uh...Hi." In which he responded by screaming and blasting the toilet seat with piss.