Falling For You (A Ricky Dillon fanfic)

Chapter 9

Still Ricky's Pov:

"Um, yes!" She yelled hugging me.

"Okay.....Well, I'm going to head to bed..." I said wondering if this was real life.

I walked into Connor and I's room and saw him laying on his bed on his phone.

"Hello Mr. Franta." I said walking over to my bed.

"Hey, why did you and Alana break up?" Connor asked me taking a sip of his AriZona that was on his nightstand. My heart sank.

"I don't know, she broke up with me. Now I have Shelby." I said slipping under my covers and taking out my phone.

Connor spit his AriZona all over his bed. "What?" He asked wiping his mouth.

"I asked out Shelby." I repeated.

"Dude, what the hell?" Connor said.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Nevermind, I'm going to sleep." He said locking his phone and rolling over.

I was so confused...

Alana's Pov:

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time, 7:30 AM.

I can work with that. I got up and sat on my couch while looking at the room service menu. I sighed and put it down, I was too sad to eat anything. I stood up and walked over to my suitcase getting out a tank top that said 'Broken." With a picture of shattered glass around the letters, why did I pack this? Whatever. And a pair of short jean shorts. I went back over to my bed and turned on the T.V.

The first thing that came on was Keeping Up With The Kardashians. I quickly changed to another channel because it reminded me of Ricky the other night. Next channel, Spongebob, Ricky had an obsession with Spongebob, that was no longer an option. Supernatural, no. Teen Wolf, no. Pretty Little Liars, NO! What the hell, why is every show one that Ricky likes?

I shut off the T.V. and walked to my bed. I laid down and cried into my pillow. Why do no relationships work out for me? There was Clay, Jacob, Samuel, Kevin, Jack, Andy, Troy, Kristin, Lucas... I was naming off all my ex boyfriends in my head. I collected myself and got up.

Okay, let's curl my hair and just mascara right? I got my curler and my tube of mascara. Ugh, I hate myself at the moment, why did I break up with him? I curled my hair loosely and did my mascara pretty heavy.

I went into the hall and knocked on Connor's room.

Connor answered, he was ready to go, he was wearing a floral t shirt and maroon shorts with black VANS

"Where's Ricky?" I asked looking at the empty room behind him.

"Um... I don't think you want to know." Connor said.

"Con. Don't test me. Where is he?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"I'll explain when we get to Starbucks, get some shoes on for now." He said shutting the door to his room behind him.

I opened the door to my room and grabbed my pale blue low top converse.

I slid them on, took my phone and walked out.

I had one text message: from Ricky

I sighed and unlocked my phone.

'I'm sorry.' Was all the message said.

'For what?'

'I can't tell you.'

"Con, what is this all about?" I asked handing him my phone.

"I have no idea." He said handing it back.

"Oh okay." I said.

"I know you're lying." I said under my breath.

"I can't deny that." He said.

"Please!" I yelled.

"I can't" he said.

"Yes you can!" I yelled.

"Alana, I can't and I'm done arguing."

We arrived at Starbucks and I walked in and tripped.

"You okay?" Connor asked helping me up.

"Yeah..." I said embarrassed.

I walked to the counter.

"Alana, Connor?" A voice said.

I looked up into the person talking eyes.

"Clay...Why are you here?" I asked.

"I moved here after the break up." He said smirking.

"Okay, I'd like a tall iced coffee, please." Connor said breaking our conversation, Clay hurt me and that made Connor hate him a lot.

"Okay..." Clay said confused by Connor's firm tone.

I'd go back for Clay if things didn't work out for me and Ricky.

I got a small frappichino and sat down in a chair next to a window.

"So... are you going to tell me now?" I asked taking a sip of my coffee.

"I can't." He said.

"Alright. Fine." I said

"This day is all about you, what do you want to do next?" He asked.

To me Connor was one of the only people left who I could pour all my feelings, emotions, and thoughts to.

"I wanna take a walk on the beach so I can talk to you in private." I said taking my finishing sip of coffee.

I tossed out the cup and joined Connor back at the table.

"Okay, I understand." He said smiling gently.

I sighed again and he finished. We got up to out to the beach.

"Con, why can't you tell me?" I asked pushing back my hair.

"I promised Ricky." He said biting his lip and looking down.

"Connor, please, I want to know." I said pushing back tears.

I sighed deeply and looked at the water.

"I wanna swim." I said

"Alright . That's fine, let's go get changed." Connor replied.

We headed up to the hotel.

I walked into my room and put on my bathing suit while Connor waited outside. I walked out and he opened the door to his room. All I saw was Ricky and Shelby making out on Ricky's bed. That was all I needed to know that they were dating, that's what nobody would tell me. I was done with him. Literally bye, Ricky. And hello Clay.

"What the fuck?" My eyes widened and teared up. I screamed and ran.

Connor grabbed my wrist and hugged me. I was sobbing heavily into his chest.

"Everything's okay." He said running his fingers through my hair.

I pushed him away and ran into the elevator and down the beach as fast as my short legs could go. I slowed to a walk when I was at least a mile away from the hotel.

"How the fuck could this happen? I thought he loved me" I said to myself.

"I'm just a whiny bitch. No friends, everyone I meet hates me." I cried and let the tears spill out, there was no point in holding them back.

"Alana, this is all your fault." I screamed.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran back up to the hotel, packed up all my stuff and called my mom.

"Yeah?" She said into the phone.

"I-I'm c-coming back t-to Minnesota..." I said crying into the phone.