We'll Be Tonightless(Ricky Horror FanFic)

Chapter 2

It's been several weeks since I moved in with the Olson's.

My room, the guest room, was next to Ricky's.

He would always music and talk to himself quietly sometimes.

It drove me crazy because I wanted to be in there with him and talk to him and shit.

I sighed and walked around the house, half naked, looking for my favorite shirt.

I was half naked because I thought no one was home because Ray was at a friend's house, Mrs. Olson was out of town, and I assumed Ricky was at band practice or something.

"Fuck." I muttered, looking frantically for the shirt.

It was the HIM one I got from the first concert I went to and it was horribly oversized but I didn't care.

"Why the fuck can't I find it?"

"Find what?" Someone asked behind me.

I jumped and turned around, forgetting I don't have a shirt on, just a bra and pants.

Ricky. It was Ricky and he was wearing my shirt.

"Hey, that's my shirt!" I said, gesturing to the shirt he was wearing.

"No it's not. I got this one at the first HIM concert I went to." He said back in annoyance.

"I got mine at my first HIM concert. I've been looking for that since I got out of the shower." I said softly.

I looked at his eyes and they were traveling up my body.

"Can I just have my shirt back?" I asked in annoyance.

"Fine." He said and slowly took it off.

I observes his amazing tattoos before taking the shirt from him.

He slightly glared at me but I knew it was fake.

"Okay. What the fuck is your problem? Why do you hate me so much? You don't even know me and you're acting like a bitch." I spat at him because I was tired of him 'hating' me.

"I thought you hated me. I want to get to know you better. Your personality is amazing and you always have self respect except for a few times when I know you're trying to get me to notice you and believe me, it takes everything I have not to fuck you right here." He said, slowly getting closer to me.

I put my shirt on and put my hands on his chest.

"Then you can get to know me better but put a shirt on. I don't need to have an even stronger urge to fuck you, okay?" I said as I gently pushed him away.

He smirked and walked to his room while I sat down on the couch and waited for him.
When he got to there living room, he sat by me and we talk for hours. We even stayed up all night talking about my past home life. He still doesn't know I cut though.
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