Can We Fall In Love Now? [Nicole Row]

Chapter 8

After that day, nothing seemed quite as bad as it did before. Then again it didn't seem as good, but I had a new friend, granted I didn't know them in real life. Elizama was turning out to be a good person. Plus Nicole visits me nearly every day, whether it be asking for song inspiration, or just a pleasant conversation. Angie also seems to be doing well, and though I now have to go 1 time a week, I'm doing okay.

All in all, life isn't so shitty right now.

I'm still not allowed to look at the media, or leave the house, but I'm doing fine now.

I laid in bed for about an hour after I woke up, both trying to wake up and looking at memes, until I heard a knocking on my door. 'C'mon in!"

To my surprise, it wasn't Nicole but Ryan who came in. "Hey Addy, how're you holding up?" He asked concernedly, his voice muffled from the blankets I was hidden under.

"I'm better." I popped out of the blankets, patting the space next to me on my bed. "Hop over you Once-ler looking cupcake."

"Once-ler?" He hopped on the bed and I nodded.

"Once-ler. The character from the Lorax." I explained as though it was common knowledge, a small smirk on my face.

His eyes widened then he glared at me, "I do not look like that!"

"George Ryan Ross III, your Pretty. Odd. era self disagrees." He sputtered for a bit, taken aback by me using his full name. "oh! And, I should let you know, favorite Urie isn't gay." He blinked and poked my cheek.

"What are ya then?"

"I don't even know!"

"Pllleaase tell me first when you figure it out?" Ryan pouted and I poked his cheek back.

"No! Fuck ya chicken strips!"

"Well fuck you too Addy." He smirks and then suddenly I'm intrigued, because he never usually smirks like he has a secret (Except for when he made Young Veins).

"Ryan what're you hiding?" I poke his cheek relentlessly and he laughs at me.

"Not telling!" He stuck his tongue out like a toddler, determined to spite me, apparently.

"Pleaaasseee?" I give him the infamous Adeline Urie puppy-dog eyes and he sighs, giving up.

"I may or may not have gotten a boyfriend." I gasp dramatically and he groans, "This is what I was worried about."

"Ryan! I'm so proud of you! Congrats! What's his name? What does he look like? What's his personality like?" I shook his shoulder, trying to get him to answer my questions.

"Chilll! He's got dyed purple hair, like Josh Dun's from ye olden days, with these dark brown eyes. He's very pale, like vampire pale, but he's got a few freckles. Not giving out his name yet," He put a finger to my lips, "Because you're a blabber mouth and I don't trust you. He's super sweet, but sometimes infuriatingly sweet. Like I feel like I have to one-up him in everything nice-wise. I mean he baked his neighbors a four layer cake when they moved in next door! Who does that!" I giggled as he kept rambling, and he died off.

"Nice to hear that Ry. I'm proud of you." I smiled, poking his cheek one last time.

"Also I'm here to take you to therapy. Giddy up kid."

"You ruined it." He laughed and I smiled as well, unable to contain it.

"I can show you where your phone is?" H offered as a treaty, and I nodded.

"Yes! I miss Milo!" I frowned and he grinned like a dork, sprinting down the hall. I took this time to change - in my bathroom, in case he came back - for therapy.