Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

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After the interview was done. Ricky's anxiety slowly went as he made his way out of the building. Dodging people with umbrellas and briefcases as he made his way to the car was a lot more difficult than he'd planned. He didn't understand why so many people were outside on such a gloomy and wet day, but then again, it's Seattle. He walked out into the rain, feeling the cool sky water drip down his face, possibly ruining his makeup. He stood there for a couple of seconds before making his way to the car.

After half an hour, he managed to get onto the freeway. Driving home to see what the hell Ryan was thinking. Playing his music in the car was always something he enjoyed doing alone, considering him and Ryan had a similar but completely different music taste. Ryan liked the more 2000s rap and other pop-punk bands. Ricky liked more of the poetic rock and metal, like HIM and AFI. They both did like some metal bands and the occasional rap artist. Slipknot was a band they both thoroughly enjoyed, as well as Post Malone and blackbear.

It only felt like seconds when he finally arrived home. The small apartment was the only one on the floor with all the lights on. He parked the car in the basement garage and went up the elevator. He was excited to be home, on,y so he could finish his assignments. He walked in the door and said a quick hello. Taking his coat off, he immediately recognised the change in temperature from outside.

"Um, before you say anything um-" He started, getting cut off.

"You are a God, Rick. This is perfect." Ryan exclaimed.

"What?" Confusion laced Ricky's voice.

"I just got his email, he answered every question."

"Oh, uh, ok."

Ricky sat on the couch, taking his shoes off. He heard his stomach rumble, so he got up to make a sandwich.

"So, what was he like?" Ryan started as awkward tension filled the air slightly.

His attention went to the highly successful business man he met earlier today, Chris Cerulli. He looked perfect, well Ricky's perfect anyways. His hair obviously dyed black with slight regrowth, his dark brown eyes that tend to stare into your soul, almost like he's always searching for something. The tattoos that peeked out from his black Tom Ford suit, the colour easily visible through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. The three lip piercings that have made their home on his bottom lip. Oh, his lips. It's tempting to just make out with him on the spot. Not to mention  the height difference. Ricky hated being short, but with Chris it didn't seem to matter. He didn't care about the fact that he would basically have to climb a tree to kiss him, if he ever did. It's obvious he's had some form of trauma in his past, Ricky knows the look all too well. The sadness with "tough guy syndrome" and a wall built so thick, you don't know yourself anymore. Maybe he was abu-

"Hey Rickle Pickle, I asked you something." Ryan shouted, chuckling as he watched his friend blush. He was definitely thinking about Chris.

"Oh uh, he was uh, fine I guess."

"Fine? Just fine? I need more Rick."

Ryan was kind of hoping for a massive story on how he was so attractive. That's what Ricky usually does. Damn that boy is in love already.

"Um, he was polite, and he was courteous, and tall, um like really tall. Uh, he was uh, very formal and um, clean."

"Clean?" Ryan asked.

"I mean, you know, he was uh smart and, intense, he was uh, incredibly intimidating. I can uh, understand the fascination."

"Uh huh." Ryan smirked whilst nodding his head at Ricky, taking everything in. This boy.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" Ricky asked, adding a nervous laugh at the end of his sentence.

"Like what?" Ryan said, pretending to be clueless.

Ricky gave up with Ryan and continued to make his sandwich.

"You want one?"

"No thanks." Ryan said, typing away on his laptop.

He had images of Chris pulled up, needing them for his assignment PowerPoint. He searched up "Chris Cerulli Relationship", waiting patiently for images to show. Nothing but an article saying how he's the hottest billionaire.

"You have to admit, he's ridiculously hot."

"I'm sure, that if you're um, attracted to that sort of um, human, I Uh guess so." He said with a mouthful of a Vegemite and cheese sandwich. He was kinda hoping Ryan would drop the subject but obviously not.

"The hot kinda human?"

They both shared a look before Ricky started speaking again.

"I asked him if he was gay, that was in your little questions thing. Why would you do that to me?" Ricky questioned, watching while Ryan kept biting his lip.

Ricky isn't attracted to Ryan in any way, but they have messed around with each other a few times. Ryan biting his lip is kinda hot. Wait, scratch that, it's really hot. Ricky glared at him, warning Ryan to stop. They've had this discussion before and they basically made rules for each other. He stopped, but immediately went back to smirking at the significantly short man that stood 2 feet away from him.

"Well, one of the main reasons is that he's never been captured in the public eye with women other than family."

"Well maybe he just wants to keep his private life private." Ricky snapped at Ryan, defending Chris for god knows what reason.

"And now you're defending him." Ryan sighed.

Ricky quickly finished his sandwich and washed up his plate. He walked over to Ryan, announcing he was going to bed. He kissed Ryan's head and walked to his bedroom, basically stripping all the way there, not caring if Ryan saw anything. He was too tired to care. He climbed into bed and set his alarm before putting his head on the pillow and sleeping.