In Case of Emergency // Connor Franta (ft. R.D.)

Chapter 9: Ricky's sick

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Song:

Quicksand by Bridgit Mendler

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I woke up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, suddenly remembering my amazing dream I had. Ricky and I woke up early together and enjoyed the sunrise. He looked amazing, as always and did the unthinkable. Ricky Dillon asked me of all people to be his girlfriend. I sighed to myself. It had to be a dream. That was way too good to be true. Good things don't just happen to people like me.

I jumped out of bed to go take a shower and whatnot. As I slowly turned the doorknob, I heard Ricky mumbling something. I turned on my heel to face him.

"What'd you say, Ricky?"

"Come back," he muttered, eyes still closed. "I need my girlfriend in my arms."

My ears perked up when I heard that. So me being his girlfriend wasn't a dream? Score! I laughed quietly to myself and resisted the urge to do a weird happy dance. Content, I smiled and laid back down only to have Ricky pull me closer and wrap his strong arms around me. After about an hour of just lying there awake, I was ready to get up. Somehow I managed to get out of Ricky's strong grip. I gently shook Ricky to wake up.

"C'mon, Ricky. I think you've had enough sleep!"

He groaned. "I don't feel good."

"Aww, sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"My throat hurts," he whined. "I think I caught a cold or something."

His voice sounded pretty raspy.

"Aww. You sound sick. I'll be right back, sweetie."

"No," he whined again. "Please don't go."

That made my heart melt. "Don't worry. I'll be right back, okay?"

He sighed. "Fi-" His coughing interrupted his sentence. "Fine. Please be back soon."

"Of course!"

I grabbed one of Ricky's t-shirts and a pair of his sweats. I was sure that Ricky wouldn't mind. I left the room and shut the door behind me. Aww poor Ricky. I walked into the bathroom and took a really quick shower. I jumped out and got dressed in Ricky's clothes after drying myself off. I pulled my dripping-wet hair into a ponytail and brushed my teeth. I ran downstairs and saw Connor in the kitchen wide-awake.

"Oh, hey Amy," he said.

"Hey Connor! What are you doing awake at 9 am on this lovely Saturday morning?"

"Nothing, I usually get up earlier than everyone else."

"Nice. Hey, would you do me the biggest favor?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Um, it depends..."

"Drive me to WalMart please?"

"Oh, yeah sure. Right now?"

I nodded. "If that's okay with you."

"Of course, let me just grab my keys and my shoes."

I looked down at my bare feet. "I should probably put some shoes on too."

I ran upstairs into Ricky's room and found a pair of flip flops Ricky bought me. I smiled to myself. How the hell did he ever pick me? I'm so lucky. I put the flip flops on and was about to leave the room when I heard Ricky again.

"Amy, where are you going?"

"Connor's driving me to the store. We'll be back in about a half hour. I promise."