Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

IV

|Weekend|
|716|

Ricky sat in class, his hand in a fist and resting on table, him leaning into his hand. He zoned the teacher out as he started to daydream about Chris. He's never felt such a strong emotion towards something other than English Lit.

He imagined it was nightfall and Chris was standing on one of his many balconies within his penthouse. The wind blowing through his ink black hair gently. The moonlight shining on his porcelain skin, making him look like a literal ghost. The light in his eyes making them appear almost unreal. A wood stain caramel colour. He could stare at them and never get bored. But Ricky knew that behind those eyes, there were horrors and pure terror, leading to endless nightmares.

He imagines soothing him after a nightmare, telling him it's all going to be okay. Holding his head close to his chest, rubbing his back in circles. Tears soaking his shirt as Chris let go of all his emotions. He already knew Chris was the one to not only bottle emotions, but bury them deep down. And use sex, work and music to distract himself from unbearable pain.

The teacher kept going on and on about a poet who Ricky didn't know. Ricky immediately felt bored and started to drift off once he stopped zoning out. He tapped his pencil on the book in front of him. The exact pencil that Chris gave him to use during the interview. The hard lead inside of the pencil snapped off the top when Ricky tapped it too hard. The Motionless logo on the side of the black and red wallpaper like pencil. Oh how he wished he could get out.

The bell sounded at the exact time 4:30 hit. He ran out the classroom and walked to the end hallway to try and avoid the fuckboi gang that hung around. He was too late and ran straight into one. He backed away and continued walking forward.

"Hey, it's gay boy. How's your imaginary fuckbuddy?" Andy yelled out, chuckling to his friends like he was some genius.

"Jesus Andy, how many times do you have to hear your mother scream my name to get it through your head I'm bi?" Ricky yelled back, smirking as he heard everyone laugh.

He quickly ran out to his car once he opened the University doors, trying not to get wet by the pounding rain. He made it to his car in a flash and patted his face free from the makeup and hair dye running down his face. He sighed and out his head back, smiling and daydreaming.

A knock on the window startled him, Ricky glared intensely at the short man next to his window. He loosened up when he noticed it was his other best friend, Kuza, or Mike, depends how close you are to him. Kuza hopped in the passenger seat of Ricky's car, leaning over to quickly hug his friend.

"You scared the shit outta me you know." Ricky scolded.

"Well, it's what I do best." Kuza said with his infamous cocky grin.

"I still don't get how we're friends." Ricky muttered, to himself mainly. He knew Kuza heard him though.

"You know you love me. But anyways, I was gonna ask if you could drive me home, I've got exciting news."

"I was going to anyways the second you jumped in the car. But what the news?" Ricky asked as he started the car.

"You remember that Taxidermy Convention I keep telling you about?"

Of course Ricky knew what it was, Kuza would never shut up about it.

"Yeah?"

"Well, one of the admins contacted me and they want my taxidermy to showcase for the museum part." He said, jumping around in his seat excitedly.

"Holy shit, that's great. I'm proud of you." Ricky exclaimed as the short trip to Kuza's house ended.

Ricky got out of the car with Kuza and hugged him as hard as he could.

"We gotta celebrate later though, I'm gonna be late for work."

"Yeah, that's fine. Seeya later." Kuza said, kissing both of Ricky's cheeks.

He opened the door for him, Ricky only thought of him being nice for once. But there was a lot more than what met the eye.