Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 4: Wal*Mart

When I finally decided to get up, I noticed almost everyone was up and about, except Ricky. I get up then make my sleepy self to the kitchen. I search around for a coffee pot, and found there was none. I let out a painful scream, then laid on the kitchen. Chris comes rushing in. "What?" He yelled, looking nervous. "No coffee." I cried out in fake pain. Chris sighs loudly, then pulls out a Rockstar for me. I pretend to get up in pain, then open the can. I suck down a sip of the caffeinated concoction. I was such a great actor sometimes. "I'm alive." I grin at him. "Help us pack the bus." Chris rolls his eyes. I stick my tongue out and walk outside. The sun was bright and hot. To put affect on that, I hiss at the sun. I refused to move from my spot, so Chris had to carry me to the bus. I pat his head, as he puts me down. "So just put the luggage in the labeled bunks. Simple as that." Balz laughs, placing the seven luggage in front of me. I nod my head, as I grip two random ones and leap onto the bus. I gawk at the tour bus. The first room was a living kitchen area. There was a good sized table, with the kitchen appliances on the first half. The next half was a giant black couch, with gaming systems and a DVD player. The TV was a flat screen. I walk to the very back, where the bunk room was. The first luggage was Ryan's. His bunk was on the right and at the top. The second was Brandon's; his bunk was on the bottom left. Ricky's was the bunk on the bottom right. Mine was under Ryan's. Balz was the middle left. Ghost was the bottom top left. Finally Chris's was the middle bunk in the very back. Chris is pretty cool to have a bunk instead of a bed room on the bus, like most vocalists. When I finished placing the luggage in order, I go outside to see them finishing up loading the equipment. "Good morning, Ricky!" Chris yells at Ricky, who walks out of the house. He was rubbing his eyes. "Why do we never have coffee?" Ricky complains. "Thank you!" I butt in. Ricky points at me, giving Chris a glare. It was obvious that it was two against one. "We have energy drinks. Anyways we need to go to Wal*Mart. The manager didn't get us any food for the bus." Ghost snickers, destroying the rising debate on coffee vs. energy drinks. "You, Chris, Riot, and Ryan go to Wal*Mart, and the rest of us will stay here." Brandon points at Ricky. I growl to myself, as I was forced into the same car as Ryan. Luckily, I get to sit next up front with Chris, while Ryan and Ricky sit in the back. Ryan, of course, complained about not getting to sit next to the 'ever so sexier Motionless sister'. In about ten minutes we make it to the store, unluckily it was packed. When the guys and I walk in, we received the looks of hatred. Nothing new for any of us. One woman shot a glare at us and I happily stuck my middle finger up at her. "Well then." Ryan snickers at me. "What is it?" I asked, grinning at him. "Nothing, just the fact that you put fear in people. If anything it's a turn on." Ryan laughs. He scoots closer to me. I might as well have SOME fun on this trip. "That depresses me so." I frown, sending a small amount of flirt towards him. "Oh, you know you like it." Ryan flirts. "No." I replied, sending him a death glare. "Yes, you do!" Ryan hisses. "Riot, control your sarcasm. Ryan ,quit flirting with Riot." Chris snaps. I growled at my brother. "Chris, stop being a brat." I counter. Chris glares at me. "You're not my Dad!" We say in unison. Both of us start to laugh. Sometimes we do get along. "Alright. Let's just split up. Ricky and Riot go find food, and drinks. Ryan, let's go get the rest of the stuff." Chris states, trying to keep us separated. I follow Ricky to the drink section. "Thanks for letting me invade your space last night." I smile at him, as I grab a couple of cases of soda. "Don't mention. It was either that, or Ryan's lap." Ricky replies. "Yeah, that's one thirsty guy." I laughed. "He's the Romeo of the group. You'll eventually have feelings for him." Ricky states, continuing down the aisle. "Nope. I don't like those types of guys." I replied, shooting a glare at Ricky. Ricky shrugs then throws cases of beer in the cart. "Whatever." Ricky answers. I bite my lip, what's his problem? I thought him and I were friends... Anyways, we walk over to the food section, and filled the cart with chips, and such. When we finished, we went over to find Chris. Chris was getting some movies and video games. "Hey Riot, I think you'll look good in this!" Ryan screams, running over to me. A few people stare at us again, as Ryan shoves a bunch of lacy thongs and bras in front of me. I felt my cheeks heat up. "Ryan, if you don't get that shit away from me, I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!" I screamed. Ryan runs away again, shoving the underclothes under DVD stands. "Freaks." A girl mumbled walking pass us. Oh, look someone to take my anger out on. "Excuse me?" I snap. The girl stops, and looks over at us. She had red hair, blue eyes, and dressed like a prep. "Faggots." She retorted. "What was that slut?" I snapped back, walking closer to her. This bitch wants to play? Oh, I'll play. I'll play beat her fucking ass. "Riot..." Chris starts, reaching towards me. I dodged his hand. I walked up face to face with her. "How were you not aborted?" She replies. "How are you still walking?" I retort, clenching my fists. "Look Emo-Cunt, I don't have time for this." The girl sighs, glaring at her watch. I cracked my hands. She'll have plenty of time in the Goddamn hospital. "How about I beat the fucking shit out of you?" I yell. "Riot." Chris cuts in. "Like you could even do-" Once again, I found myself on top of another girl. "Get off of me you ,hoe!" She yells. I shove a fist into her stomach. She gags at my fist contacting her stomach. Time to destroy that pretty face. I reached back to pop her in the face. I felt a hand latch onto my wrist. I turn my head. Chris was gripping onto me. "Get off of her." Chris sighs. In defeat, I get off of the girl. The girl scurries off in fear. "Why'd you stop me?" I yelled, as we went to the check out. "You're already in enough trouble as it." Chris frowns at me. "Can we leave then?" I frowned. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets. "Yes, we can leave now. Ryan, Ricky lets go." Chris sighs, after we checked out. We follow him in silence. I could feel a pair of eyes watching me. I look over expecting Ryan to be watching, instead it was Ricky, but he looked away as soon as I looked at him.