His Little Sister (Motionless in White Fan-Fiction)

Possible Hope(7)

My mom unlocked our front door, everyone followed her inside.

If my neighbors were to look, it'd look like a cult meeting with all these goth kids in nice black clothes.

My graduation party was outside in the back yard, it was a nice setting.

My backyard had a nice tall fence, with some trees and fair lights hanging from them. There were tables set up and an expensive grill waiting for Chris.

"Wow, looks like the preppy side of Tumblr threw up all over your backyard." Ryan said.

I chuckled at Ryan's statement.

We all socialized while Chris grilled and my mom and I set up the food.

"So Ell's, how was Rehab?" Balz asked.

"It wasn't as bad as you all may think. I made a really great friend named Oli, if he wasn't there it would've been a shit show." I laughed.

Ricky looked upset when I brought up Oli. Ricky's been very quiet, he's really only talked to Ryan and Ghost.

"Wait Oli? A boy?" Chris asked, raising his drawn on eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yeah, Oli Sykes, he mentioned something about being in a band." I shrugged.

"No fucking way, Oliver's in rehab." Chris kinda laughed but not in a humorous way, more like a shocked way.

"You know him?" I asked, bringing all my attention to Chris.

"Yeah we toured with his band a while back." Ghost brought up.

"Interesting." I giggled, passing plates out to everyone.

"So does little Ellie like Oli?" Balz teased and puckered his lips.

"No! I mean he's a great guy but I don't know." I laughed, awkwardly.

"Ellie has a crush on Oli." Angelo teased, saying it in a higher pitch tone.

I just giggled, and shook my head.

Ricky just got up from the picnic table and stormed inside.

"Hey I'm going to go make Kool-Aid." I said, standing up and walking inside, quickly.

I'm glad no one followed me inside, thankfully.

Ricky was chilling in the kitchen, leaning on the counter on his phone.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hey." He said, not looking up from his phone.

"How have you been?" I asked, leaning on the counter across from him, trying to create conversation.

"Fine." Ricky said, still not looking up from his phone.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked, a little more firm.

"I don't have a fucking problem." Ricky spit, standing up straight, putting his phone away in his back pocket.

He tried walking past me, I pushed him back lightly.

"Fucking talk to me Ricky. I fucking love you and all you do is push me away!" I shouted, looking Ricky dead in the eye.

"You love me?" Ricky said, his eyes widened and his voice went soft. His cheeks turned bright red.

"Well yeah." I sighed, crossing my arms.

"But I thought you loved Oli." Ricky mocked.

"I do love Oli, as a friend. There's differences Rick." I giggled, poking his chest.