Dead As FUCK |Motionless In White||Ricky Horror|

My Old Pal,Lilith

{Chloe}

"Lilith...w-what are you doing here?" I smiled nervously.

"Just came to say hi." She smiled.
"And who's this?" She grinned while looking at Ricky.

"This is Ricky..."

She walked past and kissed his cheek.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Lilith."

He smiled nervously.

"Yeah, we were just about to leave." I laughed nervously.

"Oh! Where too??"

"I don't know, Ricky is gonna surprise me." I smiled while looking at her. Maybe if I tell her that we're on a date, she'll stop making goo goo eyes at him...fucking bitch..

"Oh that's nice. You need more friends like him anyways." She said while looking at me then Ricky.

I took a deep breath in and clenched my fists.
"I could say the same."

"Oh honey, but you can't. Closed mouths don't get fed...my mama use to tell me that all the time." She smiled while fixing Ricky's hair.

"Well maybe your mama should've told you, open mouths get punched in the throat."

She stopped fixing Ricky's hair then looked at me.
"Well, you guys best be going. I don't want you to be late to whatever. I'll stop by later on or tomorrow."
"Bye" she smiled while kissing my cheek then flipping her purple hair in my face and walking off.

Ricky put his arm around my neck and chuckled.
"Open mouths get punched in the throat. I should've thought of that one."

I playfully rolled my eyes.

"She's a fucking bitch." I said while looking at Ricky.
"I could see..." Ricky said.

We headed to his car and he opened the passenger door for me.
"Why thank you" I smiled while getting in.
He closed the door then he got in and started the car.

"So may I ask where you're taking me now??"

Ricky looked at me with a smirk.

"Well, it's Italian." He smiled.

"Oh wow. I love Italian." I smiled in amazement.
I turned the radio on and Twenty One Pilots played. Ehh they're alright I guess...

"Do you like tøp?" Ricky asked.

"Ehh...I don't really like them..."

He nodded his head and chuckled.

I quietly sang along to Ride.

"Ehh...I don't really like them." Ricky mocked me.
"Bullshit." He chuckled.

I playfully hit his arm.
"Shut up you."

I changed the station and another Justin Timberlake song played.

"I can see us holding hands, walking on the beach, our toes in the sand." I sang while grabbing Ricky's hand and holding it.
He chuckled.