Sorry for all the Ricky imagines. I swear I've only got...uh...four more. Fight me he's gorgeous.
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I couldn't help but feel slightly paranoid. I sat in an almost deserted library with nothing but my copy of Fight Club and an odd feeling that something weird was going to happen. I had gone to the most deserted spot of the library, hadn't spoken to anyone and hadn't touched anything but my book. My father was arguing with my mother again and after 17 years of it, I needed a break. Flipping my book open, I scanned my eyes over every word, every syllable, every letter until it was embedded in my memory. I began to feel slightly calmer. Before I could finish the sixth chapter, something fell onto my head, knocking my book out of my hands. I winced at the pain before looking up to find a strange man staring down at me with complete concern. 'I-I am so sorry! I didn't mean to drop them!' He rushed his words nervously as he kneeled down and began picking up the tens of books he dropped on me.
'I-Its okay...Why were...you carrying all those books anyway?'
'Well, my band mates and I go touring a lot and so I borrow books from here to read there. The people here know me and trust me to bring their books back.' He took long breaths in between words, he was obviously tired from having to carry all those books around. He had at least ten stacked into his arms already and more were lying on the carpet. I couldn't help but notice the determination in his eyes as he lifted the 11th book into his stack of books.
'Wait.' I stood up and shut my book before staring into his eyes. He averted my gaze, obviously too nervous to look at me. 'I-I should...I'll carry some of them.' I kneeled down and lifted the last five books into my arms.
'I-Its fine! I can do it!'
'Really, it's okay...I'm not doing anything important anyways.' I was slightly flattered by the way he acted around me. I had never met him before and yet the black hoodie, black jeans and piercings made me think he wasn't exactly the shy type. Yet, he could barely get a word out without stuttering around me.
'T-Thank you...M-My name is Ricky...'
'(Y/n), pleasure to meet you.' I smiled as his face began to burn a bright red. 'Do you come here often?' I stood up and followed him to the front desk so the lady could scan his books.
'A-Almost every day.'
'So do I. I wonder why I've never seen you around here before.' I dropped the stack of books onto the counter, flinching slightly at the large thudding sound they made.
'Y-Yeah, I wonder...'
I could barely breathe with all the thoughts rushing through my head. I was finally talking to her. I had been dreaming about speaking to her for years and suddenly she was walking to my car with me. Granted, she was helping me carry books I dropped on her but still it was progress. 'So, you're in a band?'
'Y-Yeah, I play guitar for Motionless In White.'
'I think I've heard of you guys before.'
Oh my god she had heard of us. Okay, stay calm. Take a deep breath and don't say anything stupid.
'Have you song-ed any heards?'
Fucking smooth.
'I-I mean, uh...have you...heard any of our songs?' She was giggling at that point. She knew I was nervous, a blind man could see how nervous I was. My knees were clacking together as I stepped in front of my car and dropped my handful of books into it. She did the same.
'Kind of. My friend is really into your music so I just listen to whatever she leaves on in the car. You guys sound really good though.'
'T-Thank you!' I shut the car door before just standing there like a complete idiot. (Y/n) stared up at me as though she was expecting me to say something. 'I-I should...probably leave you alone. I'm sorry...f-for dropping those books on you...'
'Oh, no it's fine. Actually I don't have anywhere to be my parents are arguing again so I just snuck out.' I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty after hearing that. Her parents were fighting and I dropped books on her head. She must've been having the worst day. 'But, honestly, I like talking to you. You seem like someone with a lot of stories and I like stories. If you're not busy...would you like to go get coffee with me?'
'O-Of course! Yes! Sure! I-I mean, um...'
'And calm down. I can tell you're not used to talking to girls by how you stutter.'
'A-Actually I'm usually confident but you're really pretty and nice and I sometimes see you around the library and I get all nervous around you and I hide so you don't see me and think I'm weird!'
Again, fucking smooth.
(Y/n) stared at me in awe for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter. She must've thought I was such a dork. 'F-For someone in a metal band you sure are adorable!' She was trying her best to calm herself but the laughter was overwhelming and consuming her every thought.
'I-I...sorry...I just really like you...You always sit in the same corner every time you come in. You never speak to anyone, never borrow anything, nothing. You always look so lost in thought and yet when someone says hi you spiral through all these different thoughts until you figure out what to say. It's strange.' (Y/n) had stopped laughing at that point and was looking at me like I was some sort of angel. Her hair sat in front of her eyes, her lips slightly parted and cheeks burning red. 'Sorry, I must sound like the biggest creep but-'
'No, no you don't. I'm just surprised really...Most people don't even know I exist.' She smiled gently as I took off my hoodie, beginning to feel too hot to wear it. The moment I did, her eyes widened at the sight of my tattoos and Slipknot shirt. 'You just keep getting better and better. C'mon, lets go get coffee.'
We ended up spending the whole day together. First we got coffee, then we went to the park to talk and by the time we had told each other everything the sun was going down. 'Oh shit, my parents are gonna kill me...' She frowned, getting up from the swing set and sighing. 'I guess I should get going...'
'I-I'll walk you home...It's the least I can do after you helped me carry my books.'
'You dropped them on me, how could I not help you?' She joked as I stood up. 'However, I would love it if you walked me home...' She and I began to walk out of the park and down the street. I couldn't help but notice the way she stepped. Heel first, then gently tapping the edge of her foot on the ground. She was slow but careful not to trip.
'If you don't mind me asking...what's up with your parents?'
'They hate each other and me...I wasn't supposed to be born but when I was, they lost it...They...like to hit me...so I started sneaking out...' I couldn't help but feel empathetic for her. I knew how it felt to get beaten for just existing.
'I...know how you feel...I'm 21 and I still get picked on by people who hate our band. It's just petty comments but they still hurt...' I flinched as (Y/n) slid her hand into mine. I looked over and noticed the subtle smile on her face, one that told me she understood. Her skin glowed when she smiled.
'When're you leaving?'
'A few days...'
'Could I...give you my number? S-So...we could talk or whatever?' My heart skipped a beat as she paused her walking for a moment. I squeezed her hand gently.
'Of course...Lets get you home first.'
I watched as she scribbled her number onto my wrist with a pen before writing her name under it. "(Y/n) (Y/L/N)". 'I...hope we can hang out again.' She kept my hand in hers for an extra moment before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my cheek. 'Thank you for walking me home.' She wrapped her arms around my neck comfortingly, hugging me like she was never going to see me again. I snuck my arms around her waist and held her close, returning the gesture.
'I-Its...It's n-no problem...' I began to lose confidence again as her warm breath tickled my ear.
'(Y/n)? Is that you? Get the fuck in here!' A voice suddenly boomed from inside the house, making (Y/n) flinch. She slowly let go of me and looked up, the night sky making her eyes sparkle like stars.
'Sorry, I have to go. Thank you so much for today...'
'Sorry for dropping books on your face.' She snickered at my comment before saying goodbye and going inside. 'Bye, (Y/n)...I love you...' I knew she didn't hear me but I had to say it. She was just as perfect as I imagined.
