Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 3: Eating Pizza Like A Badass

I chomped on my cheese pizza, while the guys chatter. The island counter was filled with pizza boxes, beer, and soda cans. I sit next to Chris, who is sitting next to Brandon. Ghost sits on my right, with Ryan. Ricky sits with Balz, who is sitting next to Brandon. I hope that makes sense. "Why else were you expelled from school besides beating that twat?" Chris asked, trying to include me in. "Cussing out teachers, writing all over the school, and stealing from teachers." I smirked. "Stealing?" Ricky asks. "Indeed dear sir. I stole their food. If I have to eat shitty lunches, so should they." I replied. "Interesting..." Ryan trails off. "Calm down, I'm not going to steal your stuff." I said. "No, I was thinking how much you're like Ricky." Ghost waves off. I glance over at Ricky, who is waving at me like a retard. Sure. Compare me to someone else. "Thanks..." I replied. "Are we watching a movie?" Balz asks Chris. "Yeah, let little sis pick one." Chris replies. "It better not be some movie like Twilight." Ricky frowns. "Fuck you. Twilight sucks ass. I was thinking Lost Boys." I hissed. "That's your sister, no DNA test needed." Balz laughs. I smirk approvingly at Chris, who is high fiving me. "By the way sweetie, think I'm a pansy again; I'm high fiving your face with a steel chair." I plastered on my fake grin towards Ricky. Ricky blushes slightly, then mumbles sorry. We all walk back to the living room, with the big ass TV. Basically the whole house has the same charcoal wall pains and wooden floors. The walls had pictures on them with everybody's family. One picture was of me and Chris smiling at our cousin's graduation. "That's my favorite of all the pictures of us." Chris says coming from behind me. "Why's that?" I ask, turning towards him. "It was before you started hating me." Chris replies. "I don't hate you Chris." I said. "Then why do you act so hateful-" "Come on Chris, Riot!" Brandon yells from the other room. I sighed then walked off to the living room, I don't want to talk about this now. Not now. There was two couches, with three seats in each one. "There's no room." I said stating the obvious. "I guess you have to sit on my lap then.'' Ryan smiles at me. "No thanks. I rather sit on my Mom." I replied. Balz lets loose a small chuckle. "Aw, come on Sweetie, we can have some one-on-one time." Ryan winks. I walk over to Ryan, as the guys let out a 'ooo'. I bet they think I'm going to have some 'fun' time with him. Ryan opens his arms, waiting for me to embrace them. Instead of my body on him, I wrap my hand around one of his wrists, and twist it. Ryan lets out a yelp, as my face gets close to his. "If you think I will let you touch me, you're dead wrong. I suggest trying a different move, instead of the typical douche. I'm not a duck face slut." I growled, as I let his wrist go. Ryan cusses under his breath, as he rubs his wrist. "You can have my seat, I was just going to go pack anyways." Ricky pipes up, standing up. "No! You can't leave!" Balz yells. "It's fine, Ricky. I'm just going to sit on the ground." I smiled. "Are you sure?" He asks, rubbing his arm. I smiled at the gentleman. "Yeah. Now sit down, unless you're afraid. I don't bite." I grin. "That's what they all say, before they spend the night with me." Ryan snickers. I shoot a death look at him, as I plop down in front of Ricky's legs. Chris finally comes in, and puts the movie in. I could tell that my brother was obviously upset. I did my best to ignore him. As the movie begins, Ricky leans down towards me. "You can lean against me if you want. So you're...umm...comfortable." Ricky whispers. I smiled at Ricky, nod my head and leaned back. I watch the movie as happy as a fat kid with candy. After the movie, everyone was passed out, except for Chris. "You've got Ryan running for his money." Chris said in the dark. "I wouldn't say that. He's testing me, trying to see how easy I am." I replied. "Oh...um you can sleep in my room." Chris points upstairs. I rolled my eyes at my brother. It's too late to play nice brother. "Nah, I'll sleep on the ground." I smiled, patting the carpet under me. Chris nods as he leans back in the couch, obviously going to sleep. I lean against Ricky again, then close my eyes shut.