Bree was passed out by the time we got back to her house. I looked at the time; 1:42 AM. I sighed and turned the car off, looking over at Bree. She shifted her weight but stayed asleep. I unbuckled her seatbelt and then mine and got out. I grabbed Bree's stuff that she bought, tossing it over my shoulder and then picked Bree up, carefully so I wouldn't wake her.
I carried her to her room and laid her down on the bed, taking her shoes off. I looked at the rest of her clothes, I was contemplating on whether or not I should take them off for her or not...I decided not too.
I sat her stuff on her desk and then went down the hall to the guest room and closed the door behind me. I kicked my shoes off and then took my shirt and jeans off before climbing into bed and sighing. I really wasn't even tired, I was actually thinking.
Ever since we left Subway, I was thinking about the band. I was wondering if I was making the right decision. I did want to be famous but I didn't know if I could handle it, could I?
I didn't get any sleep. I got up as soon as the sunlight started filling my room. I was up before Bree though, so at least she wouldn't have to come running in here and waking me up.
I grabbed some clean clothes and went across the hall to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I used the bathroom and turned the shower on and then pulled my boxers off and climbed in.
After showering, I got out and dried off and then slipped my clean clothes on and brushed my teeth before taking my dirty clothes back to my room; I'd have to do laundry later.
When I got downstairs, Bree's mom was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette. "Morning." I said. She looked up, "Good morning." she said, but her tone didn't sound nowhere near "good."
I knew something was up.
"What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting down across from her.
"I don't know how to tell you this, Ricky." she started, inhaling and exhaling and then taking a sip of her coffee.
I looked at her, taking a sip of my water. "Go on.." I said.
She sighed. "Bree and I are moving..you're going to have to find some place else to stay..maybe your parents will let you back in." she said.
I was quiet. I knew this was coming, not them moving, but me getting kicked out. I sighed and took a gulp of my water. "They won't." I said and got up.
"I'm sorry Ricky." her mom said.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. Thank you for letting me stay though." I said and walked outside.
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I sat down on the front step and pulled a cigarette out and then my phone, and the piece of paper with Chris' number on it. I wondered if he'd be up now.
I inhaled and exhaled on my cigarette and then dialed the number, putting it up to my ear.
Someone picked up a second later.
"Hello?"
So he was up.
"Chris?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, it's Ricky."
"Oh! Hey man! I was wondering if you were ever going to call."
"Yeah, I waited a while to see if you were up."
"I'm always up early."
"Okay, so um, where do you want me to meet you today?"
"My house. I'll give you the address...you okay? You sound upset."
How could he tell?
"I'll tell you about it when I get there. I'll see you in an hour." I said.
"Okay, see you then." he said and hung up.
I finished my cigarette and then put it out and went back inside. Bree's mom must have just told her about them moving because I could hear Bree screaming and crying from the kitchen. She was begging her mom to let them stay, that she wanted to stay with me. I sighed and went up to my room.
I packed my suitcases and then grabbed my bass guitar and went downstairs.
"Ricky! Don't leave!" Bree cried, running over to me, throwing her arms around me.
She almost knocked me down but I caught myself. "Bree, you're moving.." I said.
"I don't want to leave you." she cried.
I put down my suitcase and rubbed her back with my free hand. There really wasn't anything I could say or do. Her mom had already made the decision, why? I don't know. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing...or maybe her mom wanted me to leave but she didn't want to be rude about it so moving was the only other option.
"Promise me we'll stay in touch." she said, pulling back.
I nodded. "I have your number. Bye Bree."
"Bye." she said, looking down.
I picked up my suitcase and put my bass guitar on my back and then walked out of the house. This would be the last time I ever see Bree. Or at least that's what I thought.
