Angie's POV
Tour ended in five days and I had to figure out who I was going to stay with. I was sitting on the couch with Ryan and Chicha, as usual, talking about what to do.
"Move in with me or Ricky," Ryan suggested for the millionth time today.
"I already told you-"
"Ricky and I are fighting, blah blah blah," he mocked me. "I don't care."
"Wow, so kind of you," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Fine, if you hate me and Ricky so much, live with Chris. He's super lonely."
"I could ask."
"You do that," he said, turning back to the t.v.
I groaned and leaned back into the couch. Chicha licked my face reassuringly. What was I gonna do?
• • • • •
I grabbed my two duffel bags packed with clothes and followed Chris out of the bus. Chicha and I were staying with him for awhile until I could buy a house.
Chris's house was beautiful inside, just a bit messy - well, a lot messy. I didn't mind, it was better than my old home.
"Home sweet home!" He exclaimed. "Don't mind the mess, I'll clean up tomorrow."
"It's okay," I replied.
"Your room is the first to the left upstairs. I'm gonna order Chinese, what do you want?"
"Mushu chicken, please." I clicked my tongue and Chicha and I made our way upstairs.
My room was awesome. The walls were bright red and the furniture and bedspread were both black. I found an extra blanket in the closet and laid it down for Chicha.
I sat on my bed and plugged my phone in. I decided to head back downstairs so I could eat, and then I was definitely going to bed.
• • • • •
I woke up and 6:30 a.m. and I knew Chris was still asleep. I began to clean up the house. It was the least I could do for him
All of the dirty clothes, blankets, and towels were put into the washer. The unwashed dishes were cleaned and put away. I swept the kitchen and bathroom and I even cleaned the sinks and toilets. I vacuumed once the clock passed 11:00 a.m., figuring it was time for Chris to get up.
I finished cleaning and sat down on the couch. Chris came downstairs and yawned, not bothering to close his mouth once he saw the cleaned house.
"You have to clean your own room, but other than that, everything is clean," I told him
"Wow, Angie, thanks. Let me pay you."
"No, I'm okay. You're giving me a place to stay, that's enough."
"Are you sure?" He walked towards the coffee machine as he talked.
"Yes, but you can make me a cup."
He handed me my coffee after it was finished and sat down next to me. "Tell me what happened between you and Ricky."
"Oh ... it's nothing."
"Angie, tell me."
I sighed and figured I might as well explain it to him. "Honestly Chris, I like Ricky, more than a friend. I accidentally let that slip when we were arguing and all he did was apologize and run back inside."
Chris grinned. "You like Ricky?"
"That's not the point, Chris."
"I know," he said. "I think he likes you, too."
"No, he doesn't."
"Mkay, Angie. You keep telling yourself that until you find out the truth."
• • • • •
The door opened and all of the guys walked in, as well as a few new faces. I was introduced to Allie, Kylie, and Ryan-Ashley. They were the girlfriends of Ryan, Ghost, and Balz.
Ricky waved at me and gave me a small smile. I raised my eyebrows, waved back, and went back to making pizza. Why was he being so nice?
Ten minutes later, the pizzas were placed on the table. Everybody grabbed a piece and began to eat.
"You know, I usually don't like pizza, but this is really good," Ricky commented.
"Thanks, it's my mom's recipe."
"What's your mom like?" Balz asked.
"That's not important," I replied monotonously.
It was quiet for a minute after that, until Ryan began to talk about something else. I zoned out for the rest of dinner. I cleaned off the table when everyone was finished and stepped outside for a ciggerate.
The night air was chilly, but I tried to ignore it. Crickets chirped loudly and the moon shone brightly. I watched the smoke as I blew it out of my mouth.
The door opened and Ricky walked out - of course, it had to be him. He lit his ciggerate and smiled at me. "Do you like it here?"
"It's nice," I said.
"Yeah, I've always liked Chris's house."
"Ricky, can you do me a favor?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Stop confusing me, please and thank you."
I actually like this chapter. Hope you enjoyed :)
- salem ♡
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