Trapped In The Rabbit Hole (Cricky)

Chapter III

Chris POV:

I lead Ricky to Ryan's designated smoking room. After turning a few corners & up a flight of stairs we arrived at the room. I open the door for Ricky allowing him to enter first.

"Sit wherever you'd like." I insist as I sit down near the window with the large fan, previously installed.

"I'll just stand.." he replies in a hushed tone. I nod as he takes out a pack from his deep pockets. He pulls out a cigarette before grabbing a lighter along the windowsill. He lights the cigarette, inhaling deeply before he blowing the smoke past his lips. Ricky sighs softly with a small smile dancing on his lips. My lips turn up slightly at the edges. Such a beautiful smile...

"What was that?" He questions with curiosity playing on his features. Did I say that out loud?

"Oh, nothing," I smile "I just remembered something I have to do today." Nice save!

"Mmkay.." I hardly hear. I lean down opening a diminutive cooler stashed beneath the couch & pull out a bottle of water for Ricky.

"Here's some water." I say, gesturing the bottle toward him. He catches it clumsily with his right hand while fetching a drag of his cigarette with his left. He cracks the seal & removes the lid. He brings the bottle to his lips as he tilts his head back. I cock my head slightly to the side in admiration, my eyes fixated on his throat. I watch as he quenches his thirst, & whisper of longing rises in the pit of my stomach. My gaze falls upon the concrete floor as he sets the flimsy bottle on the coffee table in front of me.

"Thank you, Chris." I tear my eyes from the ground in time to view his dashing smile.

"No need to thank me, Ricky." My reply seeming to hang in the air awkwardly. He offers a nod to accompany that lovely pumpkin grin.

>>FWD>> 20:36

After Ricky finished his cigarette i asked if he would like the 'Grand Tour' of the vicinity. I took him through the basics; kitchen, living room, & bathroom. Then we ended up in our sleeping quarters. Thankfully, Balz had changed the sheets on the extra bed, which now belonged to Ricky.

"Uhm.. Chris?" I hear Ricky ask from behind me. I hum in response as I turn my body around to face him. I give him a reassuring smile.

"I'm gonna use the restroom.." He replies softly. I nod at him, proceeding to my, top bed only, bunk. I lean back into my computer chair beside my desk. I grab a pen and my notebook off the desk. I open the book to my last used page. Arranging the utensil in my hand, press the ink to the page.

[Entry 64:

Angelo, Josh, & Ryan had brought back a living person after returning to base earlier today. His name is Ricky. His features include: long raven hair, blue eyes, three piercings adorning his lower lip, a thin body build, & a lovely smile. Usually, I try not to write too much of my personal emotions. I'm not sure if I can resist when I am writing about Ricky. I don't know what it is about him exactly, being that we have just met, but something about his presence makes me question my entire existence. I'm hoping it is in a good way.]

I close the journal & set my pen on the cover. I stand up out of my chair & scurry up the ladder. As I lie down in my bunk Ricky walks through the doorway.

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A/N:

Good evening, my darling readers.

I present you chapter 3.

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