There's a Monster in My Closet (Cricky) | #WattPride |

9| Day Out

(A/N: i should really be updating a few of my numerous other stories, but, hey, i at least have ideas for this story... i'm really considering doing a character questionare in the comment section so if you have any random questions about the characters in this story feel free to ask and i'll answer how the characters in this story would! Enjoy!)

Music: Exit Wounds (by Bad Omens)

*Chris's POV*

         "Shit, shit, shit." Ricky shot up out of the bed and threw on whatever articles of clothing were the closest to him; a miss matched pair of socks and luckily matching black t-shirt and sweatpants.

           "Woah, Ricky, slow down. What's wrong?" I stretched my limbs out until i heard a few of the bones pop and crack from stiffness. Demons like me didn't necessarily need to sleep, but a few hours every once in a while didn't hurt either. It also didn't hurt that i was sleeping with a flawless boy that made my insides wriggle apprehensively, i didn't know exactly what to call this feeling. 

          "I'm late for class. Miss McCarthy's going to kill me." I could hear the rapid thumping of his human heart and it was almost entrancing. Resting one hand on the mattress for balance, he slid on one of his shoes, then the next. My hand had moved without me thinking and the next thing i knew, my hand was on top of his  and then his gentle hand was in my palm. "I have to go." He gave me this look, This specific look with those big blue eyes and lips that made me want to- Woah, Chris. So, in response i gave him my best pleading look.

          "Oh, don't look at me like that, you know i have to go to school." He argued. I let out a gravely overdramatic sigh and sneaky look. "Don't sigh at me like that, don't you want me to do well in school?"

           "As the person who has watched over you since the beginning of your memory, yes... but as a demon i could care less." I bit the inside of my lip and gave him a cheeky smile before yanking him back onto the mattress and into my arms. "One day of skipping school shouldn't harm your grade that much." 

          "Gosh, so needy, are we?"

           "Well, it gets lonely in that smelly closet and Dexter doesn't like me." I chuckled a little.

           "Then what should we do today, if i am, in fact, ditching?" Ricky flipped on his stomach and propped his head up on his palm to look at me.

              

After a long (and, might i add, heated) discussion about where it was and apparently was not appropriate to take your demon friend in public, we settled for hanging out in this abandoned park just outside of Ricky's neighborhood. It took me little time to realise that it was only abandoned because a whopping number of homeless and drug addicts had decided to take over the grounds with small nomad forts to sleep in for the night. There was an astounding number of wanderers along the paths too, mumbling incoherently to themselves as if they were having conversations with the trees. And the other percentage looked to be knocking on death's door, only a thin layer of skin covered their bones, and their gums were prominent in their toothless mouths. 

           "Chris, you can come out of the shadows now." Ricky giggled, giving me an expectant look from where he stood in the sunlight. 

           "Are you crazy? I thought you said this place was abandoned. I thought you said i wouldn't be seen!" I started to freak out. I usually wouldn't mind being seen, i'd love to terrify the shit out of these people, but not with Ricky around, it's bad enough he thinks i killed Ronnnie. 

         "Oh, come on, do you really think they care about you? Half of them barely know what's going on around them anyways. Come out."

          "Nuh uh. " I stood firm in the dark shadow that i was perfectly comfortable with.