The Strange Boy (completed)

14

Part fourteen
It was still dark when I woke up. Ricky was still sleeping, and his room was blacked out. I couldn't see anything.
I heard the door open, and I laid back down. They sat next to the bed closer to Ricky. I got freaked out, and went straight to Ricky's chest. I thought this was another dream, but it wasn't. When I got his chest, Ricky put his arms around me. I felt safer. But in danger because of the figure.
"Non of this would've happened if she hadn't shown up." A voice said. It sounded like Ricky's dad, and "she" must've been me.
"What did I do wrong? Did I do something to make his dad hate me?" I thought to myself.
He got up and left a few minutes later, and closed the door. I stayed on his chest, and tried to forget that. I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. It was like the dream. I couldn't escape it. It was like a track on replay.
Ricky woke up around 10:00am and I sat up so he could. I didn't say "Good morning." I always did that with Ricky, so if I didn't he would suspect something was wrong.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
I nodded slightly.
"Are you sure? If something is wrong, tell me. Okay?" He said.
He pulled me into his lap, and a tear shed from my eye. He felt it, and automatically was concerned.
"What happened?" He whispered to me.
"Your dad said something last night."
"When?" Ricky asked confused.
"You were sleeping. He said 'non of this would've happened if she hadn't shown up.' He was by your bed, and I felt him looking at me. I don't understand. Did I do something?" I replied.
Ricky just held me. He kissed my head, and pulled back. He looked me into my eyes with his beautiful ones, and said "You did nothing. My dad just can't face the fact that I'm happy with you, and not a bitch like Charlotte."
I felt a rush of relief go over my body. We stayed in bed practically all day. Didn't get ready, just stayed there. I had no make up on, and neither did he. He had such a beautiful face. I had no idea why he wore make up. The way he wore it though it just enhanced his handsome face structure.
He came up to me after awhile I was laying down, and he said "Your beautiful face looks so different without all your makeup on."
"Like a bad different?" I asked.
"No. No. No. Like a girl out of a book. You know? Just so perfect, and pale." He paused. "Did I ever tell you I have a thing for pale girls, with dark hair, and stunning eyes. And a good taste in style, and music." He finished with a smile.
I felt myself blush from happiness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in. His lips met mine, and we fell into a kiss. I eventually pulled back and scooted over for him to lay down with me. He laid down, and we just talked. Talked like we would when we weren't dating.
I always felt good when we talked like that. I could just be myself, and not worry.
It was around 1:00pm , and it started raining. I loved the rain. It made the leaves dance on the trees, and created a soothing beat against the windows. I got up and looked out of the window. I smiled. Ricky came over to me, and put his arms around my waist, and put his head on my shoulder.
"How about when the rain stops we can go do something?" He said into my ear, in almost a murmur.
"Like what?" I questioned with a smile.
"We can go to that abandoned shore if you want." He said with a smile. "Or stay here, and lay with each other." He suggested again.
"We can go to the shore. It would be a lot of fun, even at night maybe?" I added.
The rain eventually stopped, and I got ready. Since we are in Pennsylvania we usually have colder nights than days. I put on some jeans that had huge holes in the knees, and a tank top with Ricky's jacket still on. Ricky through on some jeans, and a white shirt. I rarely ever saw him wear white. So I embraced it, and just looked at him the whole time in aw. Because he looked fucking fantastic in white.
We got a blanket, and drove to the shore. We got there, and laid out the blanket, and laid down on the blanket.
I forgot my phone in his car, and got up to go get it. I walked through the clearing, and went to the car. I got it, and closed the car door.
When I walked through the clearing, I saw something that made me want to drown in the lake. I saw Ricky kissing Charlotte. She was on top of him, and was making out with him. She pinned him down.
I let out a whimper. Charlotte looked up with a smirk, and Ricky scrambled to get up. He came towards me, and I stepped back. He tried again, and grabbed my hand. I pulled back, and started crying. I ran. I ran home. I ran to Chris's house. I took off Ricky's hoodie, and threw it on the ground. As well as the necklace. I heard running steps coming behind me. I ran faster. Ricky grabbed my hand, and said "Ash I swear I had nothing to do with this. I swear." He was tugging on my arm, because I was trying to get away.
"You're lying! You kissed her! I watched you! Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed.
He let go, and tried to hold me. I stepped back, and walked away. I was had my arms crossed, and was crying. It was cold that night. I got to Chris's house, and went inside. Chris was the only one home. I sat down with him in the living room.
He saw that I'd been crying.
"Hey, what happened?" He asked.
"Ricky kissed Charlotte." I answered.
"What?" He asked surprised.
"She was on top of him. She pinned him down. They kissed. I walked away. I threw his hoodie, and the necklace he gave me on the ground. I don't want them anymore. Why is love so complicated? I should've been dead when we met. I wouldn't have to through this if I were dead." I said to Chris.
"No Ashlyn. I would've been dead without you. Ash I love you so much. I promise that if you died I would've been right next to you. No matter what. I would've wanted to be buried by my best friend. If you died and I was still here I'd be really surprised, but still would've been trying to be next to you." He said.
I nodded, and put my head on Chris's shoulder. I held his hand, and watched TV with him.
I didn't go to sleep that night. I stayed where I was with Chris. He stayed with me, and held my hand. I hated the feeling of being used. I hated everything from that day on, but I just couldn't hate him.
That morning everything was perfect, and then tonight rolled around. I still loved him, but I couldn't get the images of him, and Charlotte out of my head. I stayed up that night hating the future, but loving him every second of hating what was in store.