A Day For Tomorrow

Chapter Eight

"Angela!" Ricky shouts, face a deep red. She flinches at his raised voice and blushes.

"I'm sorry!" She replies.

"I told you that in confidence that you would keep it secret!" He continues.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry! I just wanted to help Luke out with his situation!" She tries to defend herself.

"What situation?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed. I bite my lip and stare at the floor I'm seated on, focusing on the sound of Sam eating all my food obnoxiously.

"Being confused about his sexuality!" She tells him.

"Wait... that wasn't a joke?" He asks, voice softening. Sam chokes on his 5th cup of ramen, coughing a few times before swallowing the mouthful.

"You didn't know? Jerky's a faggot." Sam says as if it's old news. I groan dreadfully, now surely wearing a fully flushed face, trying to hide it in my knees.

"Really?" Ricky asks.

"He's bi, but yeah." Angie answers.

"Oh."

"How does it feel being the only straight one in the group?" Angie asks Sam.

"Eh, doesn't feel like anything. I've known for years that I am." He admits with a shrug.

"Same honestly." Angie adds, chuckling.

"Fuck! I forgot I had work today!" Sam shouts, quickly gathering his shit. "I'll hit up the groupchat!" He calls out before leaving.

"Yeah, I promised Fallon (girlfriend) I'd come over today and it's already... 5 o'clock at night. I'll see you guys later." She says, standing up, grabbing her keys and phone and leaving. Then there was two.

"I'm sorry for not telling you." Ricky speaks suddenly. "I just didn't know how you would take it."

"It's fine, I'm not that mad about it." I say, propping my chin on my knees. I look at him, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he plays with the carpet. He looks so adorable, lips freshly moistened and eyes shy and fixed on what he's playing with. "Why did you get so distant after I brought up having sex with my boss?" I ask. His fingers stop moving, his blush growing just a little. "Did I say something bad?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. Not really. I just... didn't like hearing it." He shrugs.

"I've always brought my sex life up though, it never seemed to bother you before." I point out.

"Yeah... I guess things were different, before everything, and I just...-"

"You got jealous?" I ask, a smirk sliding on my face as his blush deepens.

"I-... I guess..." He mumbles. I put my knees down and really look at him. Why would he be jealous? All those girls never meant anything to me, I used them to fill a void in me. I get on all fours and crawl to him, sitting infront of him and using my hand to lift his chin so that he was looking at me.

"Don't ever be jealous of those girls. None if them even compare to you." I softly say to him. I can hear his breath get caught in his throat, his eyes flicking between my eyes and my lips. I want to kiss him. I need to. I lean forward and connect our lips. This kiss feels so different, I feel like I woke up for the first time again. I immediately deepen the kiss, moving my hand to hold the back of his head, subconsciously grabbing a handful of hair. This action makes him gasp, his mouth opening. I slide my tongue in and he allows our tongues to move together. He leans back and I keep moving closer, pinning him to the floor. I pull away from him, us both panting. "I want you so bad, Ricky." I breathe out, looking into his eyes.