'Oh come on! He's a loser!' Gavin was following me again, his hair disheveled and sanity long gone. 'A-And I've changed!'
'No, you haven't. The only way someone can truly learn a lesson is to lose something they can never get back and you lost me.' I continued to storm down the street, desperately needing to get away. I could see Ricky in the distance, his butt planted on the hood of his car and arms crossed in front of his rapidly heaving chest.
'B-But I need my car? Where's my car?'
'I sold it.' I couldn't help but smirk as Gavin froze, his once intense frown turning to a confused stare into the back of my head.
'You sold my car? Why? What the fuck?' He shouted, watching me storm away from him and everything he did to me.
'Ricky and I are leaving so we sold your car.'
'Where're you going?' I approached Ricky, planting a gentle kiss on his cold lips.
'We have no idea.' Ricky replied for me, his jet-black hair falling in front of his eyes as he pushed himself off the roaring metal and crept towards my pathetic ex, his hands stuffed into his pockets. 'However, seeing as how you care so much about your car, I'll tell you who (Y/n) sold it to on one condition.'
'What is it? What do I have to do?'
'Leave. If you ever see us again, you will leave us be. I do not want to see your sorry-arse near (Y/n) ever again. If you do, I have a few friends that will take care of you.' Ricky threatened. He lifted his hand out of his pocket, revealing his black nails and the crimson red nail-polish on his middle finger. In his hand was a small strip of paper and his friends address written on with neon green ink. 'Here's the address. Now leave.' I could tell Gavin was slightly offended by the offer however, he snatched the paper from between his fingers and scampered off with it like a rat.
'Didn't they take the car apart for parts? What address did you give him?'
'I gave him Devin's address. He said he needed a new sacrifice for some ritual shit I couldn't care less about. C'mon then, let's get going.' He turned back to me, a triumphant grin on his pale face. I was surprised by how far he and I had gotten in the span of one year. Just last week Ricky shot into my room like a bullet and proclaimed that he was bored and wanted to leave the city because he was bored. I grinned, stepping beside his car and hopping in through the window into the passenger seat.
'Come on then! Hurry up!' I shouted, watching as his eyes wandered over his clothes that I was wearing. I could tell he had something on his mind. He always chewed his lip ring when something was on his mind. I ignored it, however. I knew that if it involved me he would tell me instead of hiding it and leaving me to find out. He silently crept into the drivers seat and commented on how I probably shouldn't climb in through the window. I still didn't care. I was too exited about the world I was dying to see. We had sold everything but our clothes and a few souvenirs, even his house. We had enough money to last us four lifetimes and we were going to waste it on having fun like I always wanted.
'Now then, my beautiful little doll. Where shall we go?'
'New Jersey! I wanna see you get beaten up by some guy in a muscle tee so I can care for you in the back seat!' I replied to him in excitement, knowing he'd do exactly what I wanted. He always said that he'd do whatever I say as long as it made me happy.
'Thin guy or muscly guy?'
'Muscly!'
'Sweet.'
We went everywhere, from Canada to Mississippi. We had met more people than I could count and Ricky won more races as the months passed. Soon, we were bored once again. Gavin had been sacrificed to satan and couldn't bother us, we had more money than we knew what to do with and we only found happiness in each other.
'I'm bored...' I complained, wiggling my new denim shorts I had won from some chick up my hips. Ricky was fiddling with his phone, swinging it around his slender fingers while laying in the back seat. We were pulled over at 6th street down in Austin, Texas and according to Ricky, it was our last state to visit. 'Let's buy a home and do that again...'
'Or...we could buy a home and get married.' Ricky suggested, sitting up to graze his eyes over my back and thin bikini top I was dressed in. I turned around, eyes widening at his statement.
'Are you serious?'
'That depends on what your response is.' I didn't even think before shouting "yes" and pouncing onto him, my knees either side his hips on his leather seats.
'Holy shit we're getting married!' I exclaimed, leaning down and pressing our lips together for the first time as an engaged couple.
Holy shit I'm so in love.
