Things Arent As They Seem Sequel to "I'll Always Be Here"

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Ryan.

Ricky straddles me holding a bowl of icecream.

"Eeeaatt." He shoves the spoon in my mouth.

I wait until he sets the bowl down to attack. I pin him down tickling him. He squeaked and laughs hysterically.

"I'm gonna pee." He gasps. Uh oh.

He was still laughing when I stopped. I leaned down to kiss his neck, I remember exactly where his sweet spot was. He gasps and tangles his fingers in my hair. I kissed up his jaw up to his lips, slowly moving them against his.

A loud bang came from a few feet away. We break apart to see other Ricky. Perfect timing, note the sarcasm.

"Really, right now?" Ricky asked impatiently.

"Sorry to break up the cute moment it was rather disgusting. Speaking of disgusting, what was up last night. Sounded like you were being tortured."

"Fuck off asshole." I growl.

"Nah, I'm bored." He sits in front of us. "Did you really have to pull me off that asshole at the mall yesterday?"

"I felt like it. Oh and don't talk to my friends."

"I didn't." It defends itself.

"Don't lie to me, I'm aware of what you do...most of the time."

Other Ricky scowls. He didn't seem as dangerous as he did obnoxious. Then again like my Ricky I shouldn't underestimate him.

"Did you come here for a reason or are you just being annoying." My Ricky sighed in annoyance.

"Right now I just feel like annoying you. Later I suggest you keep an eye on your boy."

"Ya know when you give me a warning it never works in your favor."

"Yeah yeah whatever." He disappears once again.

"Babe stay by me, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you." He turns his attention back to me.

"What's he gonna do?"

"Never know. He seems harmless now but don't underestimate him."

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I tried not to fall asleep so I could stay up with Ricky but my eyes slipped shut anyways.

When I woke up again it was 2am and the bed was empty. Shit, what do I do. I go to the hallway expecting to see the worst but it was empty.

"Ryan, I need help." Ricky sobbed from the bathroom. I swung the door open but it was empty. Fuck. The door slammed behind me, Ricky appears in the mirror. Both of them were capable of doing that making it almost impossible to tell.

"Ryan I can't get out." Tears streamed down his face.

"Its ok, I'll get Devin."

"No Ryan don't listen to him!" Banging comes from the other side of the door. I felt confused and conflicted.

The mirror cracked, I watch as other Ricky turns into a creepy ass demon thing and jumps ontop of me. He pinned me to the floor digging his sharp talons in my shoulder. Well now I know. I struggle to get him off, feeling helpless when nothing helped. "How does it feel Ryan, to be weak and helpless?" He snarled down at me.

The other Ricky gets the door open and throws him off me. He stays in the creepy form and hisses.

"Upping your game huh? That was pathetic, if you ever touch my boyfriend again I fucking swear I'll find a way to kill you."

"Really?" He taunts.

"Have I ever made an empty threat?"

"To kill me would be like killing yourself." Other Ricky growls and jumps out the window. Ricky turns to me.

"I'm so sorry, I should've put you to sleep longer. That way you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Wait, you put me to sleep?" I look at him in disbelief.

"Yup." I sigh and help him clean up my shoulders.  "Angelo should have something for that. I'll tell him to come over." I dial his number and hand my phone to him.  "Oh, I already told him."

"You have telepathy?"

"Yeah, me Dev and Ange do, I thought you knew. I'll teach you but it takes alot of time, patience, and practice."

Angelo walks in with Devin following and puts a cream on my shoulder. It instantly relieved the pain.

"I was thinking that we should figure out a way that Ryan can identify Ricky so he doesn't get confused again." Devin suggests.

"I could give him a tattoo, it won't show up on your doppelganger right." Angelo suggested.

"Nope, how about a little heart on my thumb."

"Sounds good, come over tommorow so I can tattoo it."

Why the fuck didn't we think of this before?

Aaaahhhh this is shit