Love's Not A Competion

An Old Leodiensian

When Ricky arrived he called out that he was home in his usual silly American accent. I got up from the sofa and trotted through to give him the extra big thank you kiss.

"I'll send you flowers more often if I get a snog like that." he growled, full of lust.

"Saucy!" I laughed and kissed him again.

We spent the rest of the evening cuddled on the sofa as he talked about his day and all the gigs they had just agreed to play. He was going to have a busy summer. They filmed the next music video next week, would do a bit more promotion and then go to America for a tour and promotion for the album there. My life seemed quiet compared to his.

"Enough about me. What's happened with you?" he asked

"I've got some kind of exciting news. Guess where I'm going to be filming on location in a few weeks?" I grinned.

"Ummm... Rome?" he asked.

"Not even close!" I laughed. "Leeds!"

"Oh yeah, that makes sense!" he rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. "Will you have time to see my mum and dad?"

"I was just about to get to that." I nodded. "Would it be cheeky if I stayed with them for a few nights? Just two, maybe three."

"They'd love it!" he replied. "I hope mum doesn't put you in my old room. I'll be so embarrassed!"

"I can't wait to see your old room!" I laughed. "Is it still full of your teenage stuff?"

He nodded and groaned. "I might have to go up and have a clear out before you get there."

"No, don't! I want to see teenage Ricky's stuff!" I laughed. "As long as there's no pervy lads mags still under the bed!"

"No, they're under the bed upstairs." he said.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"No you idiot!" he laughed. "I don't need naked ladies in magazines when I've got you snoring next to me!"

"Oh god, I've been snoring again!" I cringed.

"You're not that bad!" he laughed. "It's more of a cute snuffley nose whistle anyway."

A few days later everything was arranged with his parents. We were both going to take the train up to Leeds the day before filming, he'd have to be back in London the next afternoon for something, but I would stay with his parents for three nights and come home on the Sunday ready for filming a different job on the Monday. So jet set!

When the time came I'd packed everything up, make up stuff was packed. Up in a sturdy, hard black case with a handle, our bags were packed and we just needed to take the cats to stay at the cattery for a few days.

We were greeted by a cheerful looking lady at the front desk of the cattery office. Fatso was screaming in protest from his carrier. I loved him to bits but it was really starting to hurt my ears.

"He's a pretty boy!" the lady cooed. "Someone doesn't want to leave mummy and daddy."

I hated it when people called me Tibby's mummy. We're not mother and daughter, we're just friends who live together.

"We're not their parents." Ricky told the lady "We're their human slaves who's house they've taken over."

Trust him to say something so honest it sounded weird.

"So you're not their owners?" the lady asked.

"Yeah, we are. It would just be a bit incestuous if Tibby and Fatty were brother and sister. They're a couple." Ricky replied, making me laugh.