A Wish Come True (Ricky "Horror" Olson)

Chapter Eight (Possibly Triggering?)

"Give me my fucking cake-pop!" I was awoken by Balz's voice yelling at someone, followed promptly by four male's laughter.

Being that I was still in a half-asleep state, I completely forgot where I was located, rolled over, and belly-flopped onto the floor out of my middle-bunk. This was coupled with a chuckle and a hand on my bicep.

"You alright?" The amused voice asked. The voice belonged to Ricky. I nodded and got into a position where I was properly sitting, there my vision was met with an extended hand, beckoning me to grab it so he could pull me up, and that's exactly what I did.

"Thanks. Did you sleep okay? Sorry you had to take the couch. I would've been totally fine with sleeping on i-"

"No," Ricky interrupted me, gently pressing his index finger to my lips. "I told you you're not the one sleeping on the couch. Don't try to convince me because it's not working. You're sleeping in my bunk, period."

"You're the one who barely gets sleep, plus you have to jump around on stage every day," I tried to argue.

"You're the guest," he raised an eyebrow in amusement. Even if his argument didn't make sense, I couldn't counter it.

"We can at least share," I muttered so quietly I wasn't sure if he heard or not. "What's up with them?"

"Ryan stole Balz's Starbucks cake-pop; and I don't mind that idea," he smirked at me before tapping my forearm, "come on."

I followed him through the short hallway of bunks and into the kitchen, where a definite ruckus was. We entered slowly, looking over the path of intended travel to make sure it was clear.

"Mine!" Balz shouted, I saw his face pop up from the opposite side of the small counter and he ran passed the four guys seated on two separate couches facing each other and dove into his bunk, turning his body as he jumped so he didn't face-plant the wall.

The following laughter was prominent and I couldn't help but join in too.

"Hey Sam," Chris greeted me.

"Hyvä huomenta," I replied. 'Hey' and 'Hei' sound almost exactly alike, so you can't judge me for getting it wrong.

His face twisted into confusion, he rest of the band's facial muscles mimicking his.

"Fuck! Sorry, that means 'good morning' just so you know,"

"It's fine, don't worry about it. We're going to Starbucks, any requests?"

"What's 'Starbucks?'" All of them looked at me like I had just murdered a family and I raised my arms in question, raising my eyebrows as well. "Yeah, staring at me really helps!"

Ricky gave me a chuckle and explained, "it's a coffee place. Obviously, they sell other things too. Like cake-pops," he turned to fake-glare at Balz who was laying sideways in his bunk and sucking the remains of cake crumbs off the Popsicle stick.

"I've heard of the place, I've seen it, but I've just never been there. You can get me whatever you want," I waved my hand to signify I didn't really care. If they loved it so much, they could get me what they usually do. It couldn't be that bad. Plus, I'm not very picky when it comes to food. Salmiakki. Enough said. "I'd also want a surprise, so I can stay here to keep watch on the bus. Ricky told me about the three guys who we're rummaging through your van a few years ago."

"You sure?"

"Of course," the truth was I didn't want to be around them because they're in a semi-popular band; people were bound to surround them. That'd put me in an anxious position and I'd like to keep Ricky as the only one to have seen me have an anxiety attack.