ocean eyes and city lights {ricky horror}

four • taco bell run

Angie's POV

I sat on the couch with the guys, scrolling through Instagram while the movie Beetlejuice played in the background. I liked some of the fans posts and comments.

"I'm gonna go get Taco Bell!" Ricky yelled. "Someone come with me to carry the food!"

All of the guys yelled, "not it!"

I didn't.

I groaned and got up, saying a quick, "fuck you guys, watch my dog," and putting my shoes on. I followed Ricky outside and we began to walk to Taco Bell.

The trip was quick and we began to walk back to the bus. We were holding bags of tacos, burritos, quesadillas, and nachos. I had all of my bags on one arm, so I used the other to pull a ciggerate out of my pocket.

"Can I bum one?" Ricky asked.

I handed him one and the lighter. I was super quiet around him, even though we were "friends."

"Where are you gonna go after tour?"

I sighed, remembering I had to move to Pennsylvania. "I don't know. I'll try to save up for a house, I guess."

"You could always stay with me or Ryan, or Chris. Any of the guys, to be honest."

"True. I'll figure it out later."

He simply nodded and took another hit off of his ciggerate. I did the same before pushing my finger against the tip of my death stick to put it out.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"No," I murmured, avoiding Ricky's stare. I shoved the leftover half of the ciggerate in my pocket and walked inside.

I threw my pack of Malboro Red's on the counter and took a seat next to Ryan. Him and Vinny were playing a game on the Xbox. Chicha barked whenever Vinny yelled out a string of curses.

I sat there and began to think. A lot of things crossed my mind, but I mostly thought about Ricky. Why was I friends with him, and why did I want it to be something more?

I can't think that way about a band member. I have to put a stop to this, somehow. I can't talk to Ricky anymore, it'll just make me like him more.

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I was going to talk to Ricky today, about everything I thought about last night. He needed to hear it, and we needed to put a stop to this.

"Ricky," I said, walking up to his bunk. "Can we go outside and talk?"

"Yeah, sure." He sounded confused as he pulled himself out of his bunk.

We made it outside and once the bus door was closed, I blurted out, "Ricky, this needs to stop."

"What does?"

"This! Us! We ... I don't want to be friends anymore."

"Why? Angie, did I do something bad?"

"No, it's me. I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I like you, and I'm not supposed too!"

Ricky took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm sorry." He then walked back into the bus, leaving me all alone outside.

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It was three days after the conversation between Ricky and I. I stayed in my bunk with Chicha whenever we weren't playing a show. I didn't want to see Ricky and make things awkward.

I was always thinking about him. His beautiful ocean eyes. His confident stride. I even loved the little things, like the way he sang whenever we preformed the song City Lights. The way he spun his piercings when he was nervous.

I was so tired of this! I had known Ricky for a week and a half and I was already all fucked up because of my feelings! I was in a battle with my emotions and my mentality.

"Angie, our show starts in an hour!" Ryan notified me. "The shower is free right now!"

I climbed down from my bunk and grabbed an outfit for onstage. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Maybe I could relax and take a break from thinking.

The warm water ran down my body. I tried to stop being so tense and relax. The only thing I should be focusing on is the show and the fans. Ricky didn't matter. My feelings didn't matter.

If only that were true ...

Things moved a little fast in this chapter lol, sorry.
     - salem ♡