Drowning In My Own Mind

9

*Ricky*

"No, you're cute. End-of-fucking-story, Christopher." I laid my head against his shoulder as he grumbled under his breath.

"I am not cute... I am fucking metal as Hell..."

"Keep telling yourself that, cutie." I smiled, ignoring the irritated look he gave me.

"I'll fucking show you cute, Richard." He pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist, attacking my sides and making me squirm and laugh.

"C-Chris! Stop- stop this right now!"

"Then say I'm not cute!"

"I-I'm not gonna deny the t-truth!" I pushed up against him and rolled us over so that he was on his back and started tickling him, smiling as he started to squirm like I had a few seconds ago.

"R-Ricky! St-stop!" He was laughing so hard his face had turned red.

"Nope!" I kept attacking his sides and making him laugh like crazy until I felt he had had enough and dropped my hands to rest on the floor, supporting my weight. I was leaned over him, a smile on my face, both of us slightly panting. I got a little brave and leaned down further, kissing him softly. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer to him. I pulled away and smiled at him, sitting up and resting back on my legs. He smiled at me from where he was and moved so he was resting back on his arms.

"Okay... Now that you've made me laugh until I'm certain my ribs cracked, how about we go get cleaned up and do something."

"Chris, it's," I checked the clock. "Three A.M."

"Oh... Shit. I have to be in the studio at seven in the morning. We need to start looking for a bass player."

"What happened to Frank?" Their previous full time bassist was actually a rather nice guy, if a little too hyper.

"He had a huge family emergency that just... changed him, a lot. He said he couldn't play gigs or tour while he had so much to deal with at home."

"Oh... Poor guy."

"Yeah. He's been one of my friends since high school, and it sucks to see him go... Hey, why don't you try out? You're really good, and Frank did say he'd prefer you to take over." I gnawed at my lip and thought about it.

"I don't know... You're really the only person I've played in front of..."

"Please, Ricky?" His bottom lip was pushed out slightly, and he was doing that stupid fucking puppy dog eyes trick that he used on me whenever he really wanted me to try something.

"I really don't know..."

"Pretty please?" He drew the 'e' sound out, using the eye thing even more.

"Alright, alright! Just stop with the puppy eyes!" He smiled at me and I laughed a bit, rolling my eyes.

"C'mon, if I'm doing this, I'm gonna need some sleep." I stood up and pulled his lanky ass up from the floor and walked up the stairs, not really wanting to sleep alone.

"Do you want me to sleep with you? Wait, fuck, that sounded better in my head." I laughed at him and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure it did. But, would you?" He nodded and I opened my bedroom door, automatically finding my way through the dark room and hearing him trip, then hit the floor.

"Ow... Your floor is painfully hard to land on."

"It is hard wood..." I turned and grabbed his hand, helping him up.

"Just follow me, and you won't land on your ass again." I crawled up onto the bed and he laid out beside me, one arm around my midsection.

"G'night, Ricks." He kissed the top of my head and I curled into him a little more.