Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 2: Going To Chris's!

"Get up Riot." My Mother screamed from downstairs. I rolled out of bed, glancing at the time. 6:00 am? Are you freaking serious? Angrily, I changed into this:I hate everyone.I walked out of my room, and into the kitchen where my Mother waited. Surprisingly, Chris was sitting at the table also. He looked more metal than ever, with his half shaved head and dark make up. Good ole big brother trying to be better than me as always. "Hey Riot." Chris waves at me shooting me a toothy grin. "Hello Chris." I answered in monotone, refusing to sit down. "Well Mom, I'm going to get the little trouble maker out of your hair." Chris smiled, standing up. Chris gave Mom a hug and kiss, then waited for me. "Bye." I snapped, ignoring her hug, as I walk out of the door. Chris sighed loudly, then followed me outside. "So how long am I stuck with you?" I asked, getting into his car. "Whenever." Chris replies using the same tone as me. Just like always. Pretends to love me in front of Mom, treats me like a bitch afterwards. "Great." I mumbled, sinking low in my seat. "What happened to you?" Chris asked me, looking over at me. "What do you mean?" I snapped. "You! You're horrible and rude now." Chris replied. "I fucking changed Chris. Everybody changes. Get over it." I retorted, shooting him a dirty glare. "Sure, sis ,sure." Chris whispers, putting the car into drive. I glared out my window, while music pumped through the car. I have to admit, he does have nice taste in music. I started relaxing, music always does this to me. It relaxes me, puts me in this weird trance-like state where everything is OK. That for once I'm not a fuck up. I close my eyes, letting the melodies take over. I must've fell asleep on the way. Because when I woke up, I was in front of his house. He didn't even wake me up. Fucking asshole. I get out of the car,drag my luggage to the front door. Chris was already inside. I heard laughter coming from a room. I left my luggage by the front door, then I peaked inside the room by the kitchen to see five guys, and Chris hanging out. "Riot, come here." Chris calls out seeing me. I walk over to him keeping my head low. Six guys, one girl. I don't like the idea of that. I don't like guys at all. "Yes?" I asked, shooting him a cheesy smile. "These are my band mates. That's Ryan, Balz, Ghost, Ricky, and Brandon." Chris points to the guys. I nod my head towards them. Balz had big gadges, one white contact, decked out tattoos, and had a kind of half a hawk going on. Ryan had a pretty simple black shoulder length hair cut with a side bang, and had the less of the tattoos. Ghost looked like Edward Scissorhands' twin, with his hair style. Brandon had a half head shaved, gadges, and two sleeve tattoos. Lastly, Ricky had shoulder length black hair, spider bites, and a sleeve of tattoos. "Hello. I'm Riot." I greeted, waving my hand slightly. "She's coming on tour with us, Chris?" Balz asks. "Yeah. She is as a worker. She's not guest." Chris answers, smirking at me. I returned his smirk with a finger flip."Me? I'm not working Chris. I'm not your slave." I snap. "This summer you are, Mom left me in charge of you. She told me if you don't clean up you're going to jail Riot! Jail!" Chris yells. "So what?" I asked. "Let me make this clear. You either work, or you're going to jail." Chris threatens. I roll my eyes, then mumble work. I honestly don't want to go to jail, but it has to be better than working for your brother...right? "What am I doing exactly?" I asked. "Being my sex provider." Ryan says. I look over at the side banged weirdo. "You have Chris for that Sweetie." I retort, pointing at Chris. "No, and No. You're a Roadie. Ryan touch my sister, and you're dead." Chris adds. "Cool, when are we leaving?" I question. I just want this to end quickly. "Tomorrow." Brandon answers. "Great. Less sleep." I sigh, sitting down next to Chris. "Oh calm down. You might have some fun. Anyways where's my hug?" Chris laughs. I felt myself smile slightly, as I hugged my older brother. "Sure. I rather be here than with Mom." I replied. Which was true, as much as I hate being compared to Chris, I hate staying with my Mom even more. "Why are you here anyways?" Ricky asks. "I beat a bitch." I answer. "Who?" Chris asked, turning to look at me. I forgot Mom never told him why I was coming. "Rebecca." I replied with the biggest smile on my face. Chris cracks a grin, he knows exactly who that is. Rebecca used to be obsessed with him, worshiped him. It was very entertaining having Chris break her heart. That's why she hates me so damn much. The feeling was mutual so it didn't bother me at all. "Who's Rebecca?" Balz asks. "Chris's fangirl." I snicker. "Wouldn't be the first." Brandon adds. "You guys look just like each other." Ryan interrupts., staring us down. I grimaced at the male. "Do not!" We say in unison, then shoot a glare at each other. "Sure. Sure. Whatever. I'm not babysitting them when they argue!" Balz yells. "I'm seventeen. I don't need a babysitter." I retort. "Cool. Can we order pizza?" Brandon asked, ignoring my comment. "Yeah. Call them in." Chris answers. Maybe it might not be so bad...they're so cool. I might be wrong...for the first time ever...but I do have doubts.