Lost in all the city lights (Ricky horror)

Making saints out of useless pop stars.

///AN- It's now the Friday, every night Wednesday would get stoned with Ricky and the boys. Ricky and Wednesday are still hiding the fact they like each other. This chapter starts at practice, Friday night at Josh's house.\\\

Ricky's P.O.V

I'm late. I was asleep and I forgot I had band practice and now it's half six but the guys wanted to meet at five.

Pulling into the drive, I hear faint chatter from inside the garage. I knock on the garage door and it opens, It's Wednesday and she's smiling at me, Every night she's out with us but I'm not complaining. The guys are all standing in the spots for playing, All of them glaring at me.

"Hey, Sorry guys, I fell asleep. I've not been feeling great lately" I'm not lying, I've felt like shit all day.
"It's fine man you look tired, let's just get started"
"Okay" I run over and grab my guitar, Chris wrote a list of song for us. He said we had a gig booked for the summer, which is in 3 weeks.
The list goes: immaculate misconception, devils night, America, hatefuck, generation lost, break the cycle, dead as fuck, infamous, reincarnate, death march. But we all agreed if we wanted to change or add songs we could.

Half way through America, my hearing starts to go all fuzzy, I ignore it, my guitars probably up to loud and it's just too overwhelming of a noise. Then my eyesight goes blurry. Something's not right. However I keep playing

Wednesday P.O.V

Ricky seems distracted, he hasn't spoke to me all night. Before he got here he text me making sure practice was still on but that's all he's really said today, He looked really pale like he was coming down with something. The entire practice Ange was still being weird with me. He would always stare at me and smile, I caught him a few times now.

Ricky and I drive back to his place since we have barely had any time together today. I walk in and head straight to the living room and sit down on the dark gray sofa, Ricky walks over and kisses me on the cheek handing me a tin of monster. He takes a seat next to me.

"Are you okay, I mean we have barely spoke all day and you look kinda sick?" The sincerity in my voice really shining through
"Sorry, I'm just feeling really drained and weak. I haven't been sleeping properly lately." He said looking down.
"What do you mean you're not sleeping properly?" I ask
"I'm not getting enough sleep thats all, don't worry about it." He says trying to divert the conversation.
"Well, I am worried Ricky, You need sleep, no wonder you look sick" The frustration in my voice now coming to play.
"It's fine, Now can we just put a movie on and chill for a bit, as you said we have barely seen each other. I swear I'm okay." He said trying to reassure me, He looked so pale, like, more than normal. His eyes looks so sunk in and he's not even wearing eye shadow.
"Okay, il drop it, what movie do you want to watch? You can pick" I say smiling because if I'm being honest this is what I've been wanting all day, just a quiet night in with my- em Ricky.

Ricky's P.O.V

"You can pick" she said smiling, my head is pounding, my ears feel like they are bleeding and my hearts racing. I really don't want to worry her, she's got enough to deal with, school must be overwhelming since she just moved and her parents, they are batshit crazy.

"Awe your so sweet, how about we watch something Tim burton?" I ask her standing up, the room starts spinning, I try shake it off. "I have pretty much all of his movies" I try to walk over to my movie cabinet in the corner but I suddenly start seeing white spots, the spinning is getting faster and faster. I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Wednesdays P.O.V

Ricky stopped walking after he got past his coffee table. He suddenly looks so much worse.

"Rick, are you okay?" He didn't answer, he turned to look at me,
"Ricky!!!" Suddenly there was no colour left in his eyes only white, Ricky started falling. I stand up trying to get to him in time to catch him.

I'm too late, he hit his head on the coffee table and was knocked out, I grab him and pull him onto my legs holing his head, my hand is wet. I then become aware that Ricky is bleeding.
"Shit shit shit what do I do" I say tears streaming down my face, I can't deal with these situations. I try to drag Ricky to the front door but my small frame can't take his weight, I grab my phone and dial 911

~911 call~
(CO- call operator W-Wednesday)

CO-hello, emergency services, which service are you requesting?
W-ambulance please, my friend passed out and hit his head, he's bleeding pretty bad .
CO- okay il send one out to you as soon as possible, just stay on the line now what is the address
W- em shit I can't remember.
CO-don't worry il trace the call it will only take a second your doing great now can you describe the house.
W-  the outside looks very old, Victorian style, the house is black.
CO- Okay, there is a team heading to you right now but stay on the line until they get here, how about you tell me what happened.
W- Ricky and I were sitting on the sofa deciding what movie to watch Ricky stood up and started walking, and he passed out and hit his head, it was horrible his eyes rolled back.
CO- well I'm tracking the ambulance and they are turning into the estate and will be there in a few seconds dear.
W- I think they just pulled up out side, thank you so much.
CO- don't worry dear it's my job, now you look after your friend, good bye.

I'm sorry, don't hate me, it's all for the plot.
I had planned for this to be a short chapter but I always get carried away and write so much, not a bad thing I guess

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