(A/N: so i'm thinking about writing another story after this one is finished in about five or six chapters and was wondering what two people you ship the most (in general, not just MIW) because i might use them for that new story... so comment your favorite ship! ENJOY)
Music: I know i'm a wolf (by Young Heretics)
*Chris's POV*
The door swung open with a creak and a chorus of croaky laughter and chants. "Look who it is." The aray of voices tainted the air, the smell of smoke not making the air much better either.
"Rickdick, come to join the party?" I knew that voice, it was nasily and elongated like a siren, a high siren. Ronnie. "You owe me five bucks, guys." Ronnie hollered back into the apartment where there was a few grunts in annoyment. "Well, come in, we've been expecting you." Then i lost sight of him. It didn't take me long to sneak in through the window that was ajar in the kitchen to vent out the old smoke smell and fog that was left to waft through the room. Just what i expected, five or six dirtbags were slouched on a couch, one with a bong in between his ripped-jean clad thighs, one with a rolled up joint in his mouth and two or three still shoving the needles into their elbows. Ricky shouldn't be with these people, ut there was no wasy he was going to listen to me.
I was hidden in the dark, using the shadows as my cover like always.
"What brings you here, Ricky?" A boy with an english accent sniffled and looked his way, eyes slightly squinted like they've been like that for five years. "That monster of yours?" My heart jumped a little in my chest. How did they know about me? None of them are supposed to know about me!
"No," Ricky muttered. "Just tired of being home." He was lying and I totally knew it.
"Then take this, looks like you need it." The british boy passed him what was left of his rolled up joint and Ricky happily obliged to taking it. I wanted to pull ricky away by his ear I wanted to knock some sense into him because i knew he was smarter than this but he was pissed at what i said to him. Maybe i was the idiot here.
"Are you kidding?" Ronnie strolled up to the group, oosing social presense and power. I hated him already. Ronnie clapped his hand roughly against Rickys back with a chuckled. Ricky nearly lost the joint out of his hand, but just barely anaged to bring it to his lips without looking like a terrified chihuahua. "He needs something stronger than that."
"No, no, i'm fine." Ricky protested. I waited riggedly in the corner, every musle in my body was coiled and tense.
"If you say so, Rickdick." Ricky flinched at the name.
"I'm just going to sleep." Ricky muttered ebfore crashing on the floor.
It took maybe two hours before the others burnt out too, limbs hung over eachother as their mouths were gaping open with drool and bad breath. I should just go back to Ricky's closet. He didn't need me right? That's what he kept saying at least. So went back to where i belonged, in the darkess of Ricky's closet, but not before growling at Ronnie's sleeping form. If you hurt him, i swear i'll kill you.
*Ricky's POV*
"You never learn do you?" I barged in the next morning, hair a mess on top of my head and my clothes all wrinkled in all the wrong places. "You really are just a monster." My voice was heated.
"What are you talking about?" Chris was utterly confused, eyebrows furrowed together and eyes squinting from being exposed to the light as i swung the closet door open abruptly.
I snatched the remote off my bed and switched the tv on, the first images popping up on the screen was the "mysterious death" of Ronnie Radke, the boy who I had stayed with last night. His mouth hung open in complete shock, which had to be fake.
"You really stooped low enough to kill the guy who i was hanging out with last night. What were you jealous or something?" I snarled.
"Ricky, i didn't kill him!"
"Yeah, sure."
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Did Chris kill Ronnie out of jealousy or was it soe freak accident (drug-related) or something else?
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