A*M*E*R*I*C*A(Cricky)

Confession?

Ricky's POV:

Tears were running down my face as I looked down at my dad laying motionless in his bed.(a/n no pun intended) How could this be happening? Why is this happening? Why my dad? Dad...please wake up..

"Ricky?" I lifted my gaze up to see Balz and my mom. I knew Ryan Ashley wasn't my real mom but I still saw her as a mother figure. Her and Balz both gave me sympathetic smiles.

"Honey, Chris is going to be just fine. He just had a slight breakdown. He's just been stressed lately you know that." Mom gently placed a hand on my head petting me and I purred on instinct but I was still upset about my dad. What could he be so stressed about to get to this point? I've never noticed him stress about anything he always seemed so mellow. I guess he was good at hiding that from me.

I kept gazing down hoping my dad would finally open his eyes and took his hand in mine squeezing it. Please wake up dad...I need you. All the other freaks were with me in the medic tent awaiting for my dad to wake up. Manson walked in and stood next to me.

"Everybody Chris is going to be just fine. Please lets just get through with the show and then we can come back here after he gets some rest. Ricky stay with him please?" I nodded not looking away from my sleeping dad. After I heard everybody exit the tent I sat next to him in his bed careful not to wake him up even though I wanted him to. As I got a closer look at him i noticed how attractive he was. I've always thought he was attractive but I could never say anything because he is my dad. It's so wrong but I just couldn't help it. Sometimes I wonder how it would be if he wasn't my dad. I would probably try getting with him. He's perfect.

I softly caressed his pale cheek brushing some stray hair from his face and sighed. My ears perked up as I looked over to the tent door hearing Manson announce the next performances. Just then I felt a slight movement and I looked over to see my dads hand slowly squeezing mine. His eyes fluttered open as he adjusted to the light. He looked over at me and smiled weakly. I smiled back letting out a sigh of relief before engulfing him in a hug.

"Dad! Oh my gosh I was so worried about you!"

Chris' POV:

I rubbed Ricky's back as best as I could since I still felt weak.

"What happened?" I asked my voice coming out dry. Ricky picked up a glass of water sitting by my bed and handed it to me. I took it and downed the whole thing in nearly one gulp. Ricky took the empty glass setting it on the ground.

"You passed out on stage. We were all so worried. I was scared." he admitted giving me a look only a worried mother would give to her son.

Son....It came back to me now. I was over thinking about the whole Ricky thing that I overwhelmed myself and that made me stress too much. I needed to tell him...he's 17 now he should be mature enough to understand. I sat up slightly and took Ricky's small hand into mine looking him in his cat blue eyes.

"Ricky, there's something I need to tell you. I should've told you years ago but, I was afraid of what you would think. But i think you're old enough now to know." Ricky tilted his head slightly looking confused.

"Yeah? What is it dad?" I sighed not looking away from his eyes.

"Ricky I.."

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