You're the reason why I breathe.

Breakfast

He brushed my hair out of my eyes and wiped my tears away. "You don't have to cry anymore, i'm right here and I always will be. You're my angel, Ricky. I love you."  I grinned widely and threw my arms around his neck, making him fall back onto the bed. He chuckled and rubbed my back in the most soothing way possible. "I love you too, Chris." 

I woke up to an erratic heartbeat and slow, steady breathing. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up to see an awake, tired Chris fumbling around with my hair. He looked like shit but I couldn't say anything because I knew I did too. "Nice hair." He said, joking around. I narrowed my eyes and slapped his arm "Thanks, Einstein. Yours doesn't look any better." I smirked and sat up to stretch and noticed his arm wrapped firmly and protectively around my waist. I raised an eyebrow and started to pull his fingers off of my waist one by one then unwrapped his arm from it. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable." He said, a bit of sadness in his voice. I looked at him and crawled on top of him to straddle his waist. The things I wanted to do to him right now I can't say. "I hope i'm not making YOU uncomfortable right now." I said, biting my lip nervously. He smirked and gripped my waist and I leaned down to the point that our lips were inches away from each other. We both locked eyes and he took a hand off of my waist to play around with my hair again. "You.. Will never make me uncomfortable.." He said in the most seductive tone I have ever heard in my life. His eyes slipped shut and he leaned in to kiss me but he stopped and opened them up when he heard someone knock on the door. He groaned and I frowned and sat up. "Hey guys, breakfast is ready! Tell me if I need to wash the sheets cause I guarantee I'm gonna have to!" I blushed furiously and looked down at him. "sorry about her.." I whispered and turned my attention towards the door. "We'll be out soon!" I yelled, crawling off of Chris.  He whimpered but sat up and crossed his arms, not liking the fact that I stopped doing what I was doing because of our little interruption. I giggled and said "We can continue later.. If you want." I said, chewing on my bottom lip. He shuddered and I swear I saw a bulge growing in his pants. "I'd love to." He said, winking and smirking at me. 

Can this day get any better?

~

Breakfast, breakfast, oh how I hate eating breakfast..

I was poking my waffle with a fork looking at it in disgust. "What's wrong?" Balz asked, looking at me worried. I shrugged and looked up at him. "I'm not a big breakfast eater.." 

"You mean you're not a big eater, period." Chelsea said, glaring at me from across the table. I shot her a death glare and narrowed my eyes, mouthing: You're dead. She smirked evilly and now all of the guys stopped eating and they looked at me.

"Why don't you eat?" Chris asked with nothing but concern in his voice.

"Because.. I just don't have an appetite."

"He thinks he's fat."

"WILL YOU FUCK OFF, CHELSEA!?" I screamed and shoved my plate out of my view. I got up and stormed upstairs.

*Chris' P.O.V*

Everyone death glared at Chelsea while I sat there with a look of confusion all over my face. Why did he think he was fat? He's lighter than me for fuck sakes! I sighed and got up, "I'm going to go check on him." I said, while turning to walk upstairs. I stopped by his door quickly when I heard silent sobs coming from his bed room. I frowned and slowly walked into his room, shutting the door back carefully. He was curled up in a ball, trembling, and he looked like a writhing mess. I walked over to him and kneeled down, pulling him into my lap and wrapping my arms around him tightly. All he did was bury his face into my chest and sobbed harder. "Ssh.. Calm down, Ricky.." I cooed into his ear, rubbing his back like I did earlier. It seemed to help because his cries started to slow down quickly. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I knew he fell asleep because there was light snores coming from the small, fragile boy.

I want to help him, I want him to trust me enough to open up to me and tell me all of his problems so I CAN help him.

Most importantly.

I want him.