The Strange Boy (completed)

7

Part seven
When we got to Ricky's house it was silent. We turned on the lights and hung out in the living room. We were talking about life and random stuff, that nobody but us got. Chris was telling a story and acting it out while telling it. Me and Ricky were laughing so hard. I was crying from how hard I was laughing, and Ricky had to hold on to something so he wouldn't fall on me.
We eventually started talking about the future. Since Chris was graduating this years, and was starting college this fall we had to talk about what we would do. He said when he turned 20 he was going to get an apartment, and we would be able to visit whenever we wanted.
Then Chris brought up children. He asked "What would you name your future child? If you had one."
Chris said he would name his daughter Grace after my middle name. If he had a son he would name him Anthony.
Ricky said if he had a girl he would name her Alice. If he had a son he would name him Elijah.
I said if I had a girl I would name her Violate. If I had a boy I would name him Blake.
"Wow." Chris said. "I forgot you've always wanted a girl named Violate I remember when you used to pick the violate flowers from the park and make little flower crowns as a kid. You would pretend that you were actually a princess. You used to sing songs from different artists, and the other kids would just look at you like you were crazy. You would always sing AFI songs. I used to laugh at you, because you knew them word for word, by heart. That's how I found out you could sing. You were singing an AFI songs all the fucking time." He laughed.
We all sat there in silence just enjoying the company we had. When Chris said "Obviously Ashlyn your not coming home so I'll leave you two alone, and go home okay?
"Chris don't be stupid. You can stay here man." Ricky said.
"Where will I sleep? You know I have to get my beauty rest." He said with a a laugh.
"You can sleep in the guest room trust me that bed is the most comfortable, because we rarely have guests that need another room." Ricky explained.
"Wait won't your mom be mad that you girlfriend is sleeping in the same bed as you are? Or even be in the same house without an adult here?" Chris questioned.
"No if anything my mom is proud that I have friends here and that I've only been here a few months, and she loves Ashlyn. Honestly she doesn't think I'll have sex with her. Well not yet at least." He said while looking at me and smiling at the last part.
I blushed a little and we got up off the couch and went up stairs. Ricky was showing Chris the way to the guest room. Which Chris was lucky that room had its own full bathroom. A shower and everything.
Ricky came into his room with me on my phone, on tumblr. He came in and I turned off my phone. I put it down and he came over to me. He kissed me and said "You're probably sore. How about you go take a shower and I'll pick out some clothes for you to wear to sleep. Okay babe?"
I said "Okay." And I went to his bathroom. I got dried off and still had only a towel on and opened the door a little and called for Ricky. He came and I said "Do you have some clothes for me?"
He handed me a hoodie and some of his sisters shorts to me and I got dressed in the bathroom. When I was done I had a brush in my hand and I was brushing my hair. I looked in the mirror and I realized how loose the shorts were. I didn't mind it though. The hoodie was big enough to cover the shorts. It was black hoodie from the black craft cult.
My hair was all brushed up into a messy bun, and I went over to Ricky and whispered "What are you doing?"
He smiled and said "Picking out something for us to watch tonight."
I loved how he would try to impress me. Hell if he didn't do anything he'd impress me. Ricky was simple like that. That's what I loved most about him. His simplicity.
We ended up watching "Beetle Juice". He put in the movie, I laid on his chest. I heard his heart beat. It was so steady. It was almost like a drummer thinking of a beat so he could make the song perfect. I eventually sat up and got in Ricky's lap facing him.
"Yes beautiful?" He said.
"What did you mean earlier?" I asked.
"When?"
"When you said you wouldn't have sex with me yet? Does that mean you'd like to sometime in the future?" I asked, stupidly.
"Well yeah I hope one day to start a family with you and have a nice decent life. I would love to have a long life with you. If I had a child with you then I'd probably be the most happiest man alive." He said.
I looked at him and then eventually smiled. I was still sitting in his lap, but I laid down on his chest. I fell asleep on his chest. I felt myself being lifted up, and I was set back down on the bed. They pulled the blanket on me and kissed me on my forehead. After that I felt Ricky lay down next to me. He was sorta in the same position I was in. His legs touching mine, his arm on my waist, and his head above mine since he was on the taller side.
The next morning Ricky had his arm around my waist and I traced his tattoos. He woke up slowly, and said "How'd you know that's my favorite way to be woken up?"
"I pay attention. Your tattoos are so lovely. They're just a bunch of art on your perfect body. Making your body even more perfect than it already is."
He blushed. He kissed me and I said "How about you wake up a little more, while I cook breakfast. I'll call you when it's ready, and please wake up Chris babe."
"Okay." He answered.
It took me 30 minutes to cook breakfast, and I called Ricky and Chris downstairs. They came down and sat down. We ate breakfast and we all got ready.
I went into Ricky's room and took down my hair and it was a curly mess. I parted my hair and started straightening my hair. Once I was done I still had the clothes Ricky gave me on. All of us went over to Chris's house. I went straight to brush my teeth, and then went straight into my room and got dressed. (Which was a white thin t shirt with a black design,a black zip up hoodie, and some dark blue jeans, and some grey tie up vans.) I told Ricky to wait outside my room until I had some clothes on. I called him back in and he sat down on my bed, while I fixed my hair a little bit. I put on some makeup and went straight to Ricky and sat next to him.
"What a beautiful princess that I have all to myself." He said.
I laughed and said "Well if I'm a princess then your going to be my prince."
He nodded and said "I'll be whatever you want me to be." He smiled, and stood up.
"I want you to be you. That's all I want you to be." I said standing in front of him and putting my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist and said "If that's what you want me to be then I'll be myself as long as that makes you happy."
I kissed him and just stood there, hugging him, and he was hugging me. It was like a dream, that I never wanted to wake up from.
I knew my answer to the question I kept on asking myself, I loved him. I loved Richard Allen Olson.