The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 47

---Sylvia---

"I would love to be in your band... but, and I'm really sorry, I can't right now. I can't afford to move there and I can't afford to leave the band I'm playing for now. We're about to go on tour for three months. Maybe after, okay? I'm really sorry. Maybe I can come visit, though." Willow said.

"Dude, it's fine. Don't worry about it and yeah that would be awesome."

"Are you sure? And what happened with Ian?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure. And he was arrested."

"For what?"

"Uhm.." I searched for the words, "Domestic violence."

"Oh... Is everyone okay?"

"Yeaahh everyone's greeaat." I laughed bitterly, "I'll talk to you later, bro."

"Alright, bye bro." There was a pause and then I said.

"Willow?"

"Yeah?" 

"I love you."

"I love you, too."  she laughed and the line went dead. It was sort of an inside joke between us that we were platonically in love. I hadn't seen her since high school. I missed her. I walked into the kitchen where the smell of pancakes wafted from the stove. Chris and Balz sat at the table while Ricky stood at the stove.

"So... How'd it go?" Balz asked.  

"Well... She can't join now. So that's... Not good. But it'll get sorted out. Everything'll get sorted out eventually." I sucked my lip and leaned against the wall. 

"Here," Ricky said, plopping the pastry on a plate and offering it to me, "A pancake for your problems."

"A pancake cannot solve my problems."

"A pancake can try."

"Why does she get a pancake first?" Chris complained

"Cause she's his girlfriend so she gets pancakes first. Pity pancakes." Balz responded

"You'll get First Pancake when your friend punches you in the face," I said and Balz turned to Chris.

"Hit me, dude."

"I'm starting to think you guys are just using me for my pancakes," Ricky said

***

Chris and Balz left around noon and Ricky helped me settle in the guest room. He threw the sheets in the wash and vacuumed the carpet and we brought my stuff from my car to the bedroom. It had stopped snowing but there was still a thin blanket of white splayed across the landscape. I got a tour of the house and he granted me access to the fridge. 

"Oh and uh." he did the thing with his lips and awkwardly shuffled on his feet. "Do you need any, uh. Feminine products?"

"You mean tampons?" I asked, smiling at his embarrassment. It was sweet of him to ask at all. 

"Yeah." 

"No, I'm on the pill. So, I'm good, thanks."

"Alright, cool. So, officially welcome to my house." 

"Thank you." I smiled at him, "Seriously, thank you."

"Mi casa su casa." he smiled back and kissed my cheek lightly. I spent the rest of the day on my laptop, organizing plans for a new video. I had my camera and all my equipment, I just needed to set it up and all. I wished I'd filmed a video at Mena's. I didn't want to film one here because I can get loud and embarrassing. 

I decided to be lazy and just film a Q&A. I did get a skit written out though for when I was somewhere where I felt more comfortable.

At about noon, after asking permission to film, I set up my equipment and sent out a tweet for questions to answer. Upon original filming, it lasted about fifteen minutes. It was awkward at first, filming in Ricky's guest bedroom, but I eased into it. Afterwards, I edited it down and it was cut down to about five minutes. Apart from the intro, I cut out much of the beginning due to my awkwardness in recording and the rushed quality of the first few questions.  

I watched it again and uploaded. By the time this was all done it was about 3:30 and I flopped back on the bed. 

Suddenly without purpose, I played Town Of Salem for a little while. I scored Jester. The Jester's purpose is to trick the townies into thinking he's a member of the mafia so they'll hang him. If the Jester is killed during the night by the actual mafia, a serial killer or executed by the Jailer then they're among the dead and unable to complete the purpose. However, if the townies did execute Jester, then he's able to seek his revenge from the grave by manipulating a person of his choice to kill themselves during the night. 

Sometimes I feel I executed the Jester. 

***

Around seven in the afternoon I smelled something good coming from the kitchen and I curiously wandered out to find him cooking burgers on a pan. He explained that the weather was too bad to grill them and that night we ate burgers in front of the TV and watched Dexter. 

Afterwards, I saw quite a few messages from people asking why I was staying with Ricky. For some reason, this really surprised me. I guess it never occurred to me that someone would inquire about that.