Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 16: Sweet 18 Birthday!

The bus was filled with colorful happy birthday balloons, streamers, and a HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY FUCKER. This is why I love my big brother, he hates the idea of classic birthday parties. They must be strange, and weird. "Happy Birthday, bitch!" Balz screamed at me. I giggled and smacked my best friend. "Hey there, beautiful." Ricky chuckled from behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist then twirled me around. I felt something cold spray at my face. "What the..." I sputtered. Chris smirks at me with a water gun in his hand. "It's not water, Sis." Chris snickers. I wiped my face and tasted the liquid. Vodka. I smirked.

"So, I can get drunk?" I asked. "Yeah..this ONE night." Chris sighs throwing me a bottle of beer. My lips curl into a perfect smirk as I tipped my head back letting the sweet taste of beer flow down my throat. "Dude, bring out the cake." Ryan yelled. "No. It's a mess dude." Brandon laughs. Ryan gets up, smacks Brandon, and then pulls out a thing that is supposed to be cake. He sets it in front of me. I red the sloppy red letters that read: Happy Birthday Riot. We love you...but not as much as Ricky cause he's your HateFuck :P. I laughed at the last part. God, they're so fucking weird. Ghost lights the candles, then all horribly sing Happy Birthday with Chris screaming it. I chuckled then blew out the candles.

"Happy 18th Hatefuck." Ricky chuckled at me. I laughed while Chris cuts the cake. The cake was red velvet with black colored cream cheese icing. I took a bite and my mouth swelled into the sweetness. Oh my God, it's so yummy. I took a sip from my beer, and continued chomping on my cake. Best damn cake I ever had.

"Ricky made it." Brandon grins. "Yeah, and Ryan iced it." "You better not have cummed in my damn icing." I giggled. "Oops." Ryan snickered. I threw my piece of cake at him. "Swallow, mudda fucker!" I yelled. Ryan laughed, then stabbed his hand into the icing and rubs it on my face. In moments, we were having a cake fight. Ricky lurches a clump of icing cake at me. I duck, it hits Chris. Chris returns it with a squirt of Vodka from his water gun. So in about ten minutes the bus's living area was covered in cake and vodka. Not to mention we were tipsy too. Chris was passed out on the floor, Ryan was asleep on the counter, Balz on the floor cuddled up next to Chris. Lastly Ricky and Brandon were asleep on the couch. So I flopped on top of Ricky and Brandon then went to sleep. Best damn party ever.