One Shots

Ricky Dillon

It was one of those lazy days where the rain had been falling steadily the whole day, making a constant hum and ping on the windows of my small flat. My best friend Ricky was laying on his stomach next to me on my bed. I was flipping through the pages of a magazines as Ricky fidgeted with one of my stuffed animals.

He was probably my best friend. He was my best friend. We literally did everything together except for when he was on tour or out promoting with O2L. He’d always been attractive, but as we got older, he grew, and puberty had treated him very well. He was basically the most desirable guy for a lot of girls. Even some older women, clearly with his relationship history.

A lot of people think fame is the reason he’s been able to do so well with the ladies, but truthfully, he’s always been that way. One glimpse of his charming smile, the way his eyes are always like calm, brownish hazel that follow your every move. He always been that way, but as he got older, he just learned to manage himself a little better.

I guess I fell into the trap though. I loved him. He was my best friend. We could talk for hours, cuddled up next to each other, holding each other, but we never got carried away because that would be weird. It was weird to even imagine being with him as more than a…friend.

I looked over at him, perfectly content playing with loose strings on one of my blankets. I slid over closer to him, wrapping my arm around his and snuggling into his neck. He giggled and slid over, sliding his legs through mine until we were almost completely intertwined. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Bored yet?” He asked.

“Nope, you?”

“Of course not.” He winked before poking my nose like he always did.

“I read the other day that people with dorky personality were probably twins in another life.” I twirled a piece of his perfect dirty blonde hair .

“Mmm, I was a twin?”

“Probably. I mean…you are a dork. ….. Dork”

“You’re so mean to me!” He joked, pretending to pout.

“But you’re my dork at least.” I smiled big pretending to comfort him. He smiled back and nuzzled his head into my neck.

“You are incredibly silly, Ricky.” I poked his cheeks lightly with my finger causing him to smile wider.

“It’s like cheek sex.” I joked, poking his cheeks a few more times until he rolled over on his back, laughing uncontrollably.

“Speaking of sex…” He said, his voice trailing off. My eyes widened at the mention of it, not exactly sure where he was going with this.

“No…no! I’m not…I mean…I was just wondering if you have…have you?” He asked, nervously. Ricky wasn’t really one to let his nerves get the best of him when it came to awkward topics.

I looked down at my fingers and laced them together, already feeling my face warm up. It’s always interesting to see what my emotions will do when I’m nervous. I’ll either laugh uncontrollably…or cry.

“Oh, it’s ok, we don’t have to talk about it! I just thought I’d ask…” His voice trailed off. I could feel his body tense up next to mine.

“No, it’s fine. I…I haven’t yet.” I said quietly. I wasn’t ashamed to be a virgin, but I’d never spoken about it with anyone until now.

“That’s incredible. I commend you.” Ricky said completely serious.

“Commend me? I’m not like the Virgin Mary. I just haven’t had the opportunity.”