Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

XII

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Ricky stood at the front counter of the hardware store, pricing paint cans and getting lost in his own mind. He couldn't stop thinking about later. Well, he couldn't stop thinking about Chris. The thought of the tall man brought a smile to his features, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he hid his toothy grin behind the paint can he had in his hand.

He looked out the window, setting the paint can down of the small, metal shelf in front of him. The sunset was a vibrant array of oranges and pinks. The sunlight shining in his eyes made them seem brighter and bigger as his pupils dilated.

7 o'clock rolled around faster than Ricky had anticipated. He quickly changed out of the small apron and threw on his sweater from earlier, saying a quick goodbye to his colleagues before walking out the door to where Taylor was standing.

"Hi, it's uh, Taylor, right?" Ricky spoke, his anxiety slowly dimming as Taylor nodded.

"Good evening Mr. Olson, Mr. Cerulli will be joining us there." Taylor said, revealing a deep and gruff voice that surprised Ricky a small bit.

Ricky still felt awkward as he followed Taylor to the car, hopping inside once Taylor had opened the door. He felt so out of place when he was around other people that were associated with Chris, but as soon as he was in Chris' company, he felt like home. And as cheesy as it sounds, it's the truth. Ricky had never felt more like home than he does now.

The drive to the building they were meeting Chris at was very short lived. It felt like 20 seconds had passed, unlike the 15 minutes it really took. Taylor went around to the door and opened it for Ricky, closing it after he got out and lead Ricky to the elevator from reception.

The drive may have gone quick, but the elevator to the roof felt like hours. Once the doors opened, Taylor led Ricky to The centre of the roof, where Chris stood next to a giant helicopter with his business logo on it.

"Good evening Ricky." Chris smiled as he opened the door for him.

He walked around to the other side, closing his own door before buckling Ricky into the seat. He air-locked both doors and strapped himself in.

"Wait, so you're flying this?" Ricky asked.

Chris just looked at him as he leaned over to fix Ricky's seatbelt. He pulled the extra material on the bottom to tighten the strap. He reached his arm up to grab another part and clipped it into the big and round centre buckle, doing the same for the other side. Chris pulled the side straps upwards, making the buckle rub against Ricky's pants. Chris smirked as Ricky gasped at the sudden touch.

"There's no escaping now." Chris smiled.

Chris handed Ricky a headset before starting the helicopter and putting on his own headset. The blades above Ricky's head made the whole from vibrate as they increased their speed by the second.

"October 17570, Little Bastard ready to depart." He spoke into his headset.

Ricky snickered at the Rebel Without A Cause reference.

"Roger that, Little Bastard. Your flight plan from Bellevue to Seattle is clear."

"Seattle? That's where we're going?" Ricky gasped.

Chris just smiled at him calmly, not saying a word.

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Ricky grinned in amazement as they flew over the freeway. The lights from the cars and street lamps were so brightly lit through thin layer of fog. Chris glanced over at Ricky, feeling his own excitement and warmth as Ricky smiled down below.

Chris looked down below, trying to find the helicopter pad on the roof of his penthouse building. He quickly spotted it and made a turn, making it a straight beeline to the roof. They quickly landed on the roof of the Escala and Chris shut down the helicopter once it made its way onto the flat surface. Chris helped Ricky unbuckle himself and let him out of he helicopter. He took his hand and led him to the elevator.

It was an understatement to say Ricky was scared shitless.