Hit With Your Charm

Best Friends, Right?

***Chris's POV***

"Chris, man, get the fuck up. Show's in an hour." Ricky woke me up by pulling the curtain to my bunk open and shaking me vigorously. I growled at him and told him to go away, so he shook me and repeated that I needed to get up.

"It's the last fucking show of the tour, you can get your lazy ass up." I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of my bunk. "You're lazy too, dickweed." I shot back at Ghost, who had made the comment.

Devin Ghost Sola isn't really lazy, I just didn't feel like being fucked with upon waking up. Ryan tossed a shirt, vest, and pair of jeans, all of which were black, towards me. "Shower or die." he threatened.

I rolled my eyes and showered quickly, then got dressed. I went to work putting on my makeup as Ricky came in to do his. "Oh my God the king of the Creatures is clean!" Ricky joked, grabbing my eyeliner.

I snatched it back as I said, "I usually am, Gothic punk." Calling each other names like that was an inside joke of ours. "If you say so, emo faggot." Ricky shot back, and I laughed. I gotta say, he looked pretty great.

He really doesn't need the makeup; he looks perfect without it. Well, he's perfect either way, really. He's my best friend, how could I find a flaw in him?

***Ricky's POV***

"If you say so, emo faggot." I said, and Chris laughed. It was our little joke, something that bonded us. Not that anything else needed to bring us closer together, he was my best friend.

I was glad to be back in Scranton finally, to be back home. As much as I loved being around the guys, this tour had been pretty shitty. Our drummer, Brandon Rage, had left, so we used a couple alternates during shows.

"Fuck!" Chris yelled, throwing a brush at the mirror. I looked at him. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "My eyebrows went on fine but I can not get my fucking eyeshadow to cooperate." Chris explained.

I rolled my eyes. Of course he couldn't do the easy part, of course not. "Here," I took his makeup from him, "just sit and I'll do it for you." I offered. He obeyed and I asked what he wanted done.

"My black and purple I do sometimes."

***Chris's POV***

Ricky got black eyeshadow on a brush, then leaned closer to me to apply it. I shut my eyes, and I could smell his breath, which was still minty from him brushing his teeth. God he smells good... Wait what the fuck?

I sat for a few minutes till Ricky said my makeup was done. I opened my eyes and stood to look in the mirror. "How could you look at yourself in the mirror?" Ricky mumbled, and I laughed.

"That is cheesy as fuck, man." I told him, and he shrugged. "And yet you love me anyways!" Ricky teased, walking out of the bathroom. I do love you... Always have, always will... Damn it Chris stop thinking like this!

I sighed and ran a hand through my black hair, which was still wet. I dried and straightened it quickly, then joined the guys. "Took your princess ass look enough!" Balz laughed at me. "I happen to have a nice ass, not a princess ass, thanks!" I retorted, earning laughter from all of them.

***Ricky's POV***

Yeah, he does have a really nice ass... I wish that were my ass to grab every day, but he can't know I love him, he would hate me... "You wish you had a nice ass!" I joked with him, and he rolled his eyes.

Before long, we were on stage playing our hearts out to a super excited and energetic crowd. I watched Chris the majority of the time that I played, smiling at him.

There were a few times our eyes met, and we would smile at each other, and each time made my heart beat faster and I felt butterflies. I truly love Chris, I do, but I just can't tell him.

***Chris's POV***

We played our last show to a really amazing crowd that was super enthusiastic and had a ton of energy. I could feel Ricky's eyes on me most of the time, and I had to fight to not do the same.

Still, I couldn't help but look at him in all his perfection a few times, and as cliché as it sounds, it gave me a warm feeling inside. I love Ricky so much, but he can never know the truth.