You're the reason why I breathe.

Please don't leave me.

Those three weeks passed by quickly, but the fact that I've been ignoring calls from Chris the whole time I've been with them pissed him off. The last day of the tour I sat down in Ben's bunk and finally went through my messages

"Ricky, honestly, PLEASE pick up. I'm getting extremely frustrated and all I want to do is hear your voice.. I miss you, and I love you."  ~Chris 

"RICHARD OLSON, you legit need to answer Chris. He can't focus on shows without you, and it's a complete total mess. I wish you'd fucking ANSWER his GOD DAMN CALLS." ~Ryan

"Ricky, seriously.. We miss you, especially Chris. He thinks you're cheating on him and he can't sing none less scream right. The shows have been a disaster and fans are complaining about why you're not there and why you're in AA. Please, just call one of us back." ~Angelo

I might  as well call him back, cause it seems like he's the only one keeping calm about this situation. I sighed softly and dialed his number, waiting for him to answer. 

*Angelo' POV*

My phone started going off and I didn't know who it was, so I just groaned and answered it. "Hello?" 

"Hey, Angelo. It's Ri-"

"Ricky? Jesus fucking Christ, thank god you called." I said, sitting up in my bed slowly and leaning over to turn on the lamp.

"I cheated on Chris." I almost dropped my phone and knocked over the lamp. "WHAT!?" 

"It just happened, okay? I was fucking intoxicated and it just.. didn't go as I planned." I just sat there, in my bed, trying to process what I just heard. 

"Ange, you still there?" He asked, a bit of hurt in his tone.

"I.. Uh.. Yeah, i'm still here. Is that why you've been ignoring him?" I asked, still extremely confused. 

"Yeah.." He replied, sighing quietly. 

"You gave yourself away to him, but then again you push Chris away?" I was starting to get pissed off at the fact Ricky cheated on Chris when all he wanted to do was love him.

"Angelo, you don't understand. I was drunk."

"Why the fuck were you drinking in the first place?" I spat, gripping the bed sheets so I wouldn't punch anything. 

"They bought me a drink for doing a kick ass job the first night, James didn't want me to drink because he knew I was edge, but I took the offer anyways. It turned into 20 shots, three bottles of beer, and a whole bottle of whiskey."

"Ricky, I honestly don't know what to say except go fuck yourself and never talk to me again. How the fuck do you think you're going to hide this from Chris? He loves you with everything he has, he'd give up being in the band if you said so. He obeys you in every way possible. His heart is right in the palm of your hand but you go and squeeze it until it stops beating. You are a fucking inconsiderate asshole that fucked over my friend and expected it not to get out. And don't think i'm not telling him about this, because when I get in contact with him that's the first thing i'm doing." He was sobbing now and I could hear it, even though he was doing a terrible job at hiding it. 

"P-Please, Angelo, don't. I love him so much-"

"If you loved him you wouldn't have drank in the first place. If you loved him you wouldn't have made the wrong decision."  

"Angelo, please. I'm begging you. Don't tell him." 

"Fuck you, Ricky."  Was the last words I said to him before I hung up and went back to bed. 

*Ricky' POV*

I hung up and laid there in the bunk, crying my eyes out. I guess I should call Chris and tell him before Angelo tells him first. I sat back up and wiped my eyes before telling Siri to call him. 

"What's wrong, Ricky?"  Siri asked. My own phone could even notice that I was upset. 

"Nothing, Siri. Please just call Chris."  I said. 

"Not until you tell me what's wrong, Olson." She replied. I sighed and explained everything that happened.

"Calling: Chris."  I frowned and waited for him to answer. 

*Chris' POV* 

"We can be safe, on a higher plane, at nirvana stay." I heard my phone going off and I immediately woke up, dashing over to my dresser to pick up. "Ricky, I missed you so much." I had a huge smile on my face while happiness filled my voice. I really did miss him, going three weeks without talking or seeing him was like living in hell. 

"Chris.. We need to talk."  That smile slowly faded away when he said that. I sat back down on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. "About..?" I asked, playing with my hair. 

"I cheated on you." When he said that it felt like my heart was being stepped on repeatedly.  "Are you going to leave me?" I asked. 

"No, never. It was a mistake.. Why?" 

"Then I honestly don't care. Just come back home and be with me, please. I just want to hold you." I said, trying not to cry. Well, I couldn't cry anyways. I've been crying over him for the past week and I can't cry anymore. 

"I love you so much. I'll be home in about two days, okay? I'm sorry. I love you for god sakes. I-I love you so much.." He started to sob and I just wanted to squeeze him until he wanted me to stop. 

"Baby, please don't cry. I love you too. I want to shower you in affection until you want me to stop, I want to do so many things right now just to cheer you up. I just want you to come home.. 

"I love you, god damnit. I have to go. We have to perform. After this show we're heading home. I love you, once again."  I smiled and sighed quietly. "I love you too, sweetheart. Good luck. I'll be thinking about you." "Same here." I hung up and crawled back underneath my covers. All I wanted to know was why he did it. I guess i'll figure out when he comes home.