ocean eyes and city lights {ricky horror}

six • makeup or makeout

Angie's POV

"You and Ricky need to make up! Now!" Chris exclaimed. "We have practice tomorrow and I'm not going if you and Rick are gonna make everything weird. What's a band without the singer?"

I sighed. "I know. It's super awkward though."

"Well, guess what?"

"Uh oh ..."

"Ricky will be over in-" he looked at the clock, "-ten minutes. Neither of you are allowed to leave this room until you make up; or make out, either or."

"Chris!"

"What, did I take the make out joke to far? I'm-"

"No, it's not that! You're trapping me with the man who hates my guts!"

"Yes, I am. Now, you have five minutes. You can wear this sexy outfit that Kylie is lending you, or you can sit here and be a potato."

"Thanks," I muttered, snatching the clothes off of the couch. I ran into the bathroom to slip into the black jeans and maroon crop top.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Ricky sitting on the couch. He looked me up and down and turned back to the t.v.

I looked to Chris and mouthed, "no."

He was already walking outside, waving at me. He told me earlier that he was going to go visit a friend named Angelo.

"So, I guess we should talk," I said.

Ricky sighed and turned towards me. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Um ..."

"What did you mean the other day when you said I was confusing you?"

"Rick, you know that I like you. When I told you that, you said sorry and walked away, so I assumed you were mad at me. Then you started being nice again, and I was just ... confused."

"You were abused."

"What?"

"I can tell by the way you carry yourself. You assumed I was mad when I walked off. You're used to people doing that to you, aren't you?"

My breath hitched. "N-no, why would you think that?"

He gave me a look that said, are you serious?  "When we were picking up your things, you wouldn't let us come and help you. You came back with tear stains on your face."

"Ricky, this isn't what Chris wanted us to talk about."

"This is what I want to talk about."

"Okay, fine! I was abused by my dad! Happy now?"

Ricky stood up and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not!" I cried. "I'm not worth it! Don't be sorry for me!"

Ricky placed both of his hands on my cheeks and looked me in the eye. "You are worth it. Don't ever say those things."

"I'm not, I'm not," I repeated. "I'm-"

I was cut off by Ricky placing his lips onto mine. It was a short kiss, just enough to shut me up. When he pulled away, I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him.

"What was that for?" He yelled.

"I told you to stop fucking with my feelings! Why would you do that?!"

"To shut you up!"

I shook my head and sniffled. "Can we just pretend to be friends for Chris and the band?"

He nodded and gave me a hard stare. "I think that'd be a good idea."

I just jeopardized any relationship Ricky and I could've had. Regret flowed through my veins.

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"Did you guys make up?" Chris asked as soon as he walked through the door.

Ricky and I both faked a smile and replied, "yes."

"Good. We have practice tomorrow, see you there, Rick."

Ricky nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. He gave me a sad smile that looked almost as if he regretted everything that had happened. I did too; everything except the kiss.

I ran upstairs, feeling tears wanting to escape my eyes. Jason used to tell me I would be alone forever, just like my worthless mother. He was probably right.

I sat on my bed and silently cried. I wanted Ricky to just be a small crush that would go away soon, but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing was ever that easy.

Chris knocked on my door. "Can I come in?"

I wiped my eyes and said, "yeah."

He took one look at me. "Are you okay?" He exclaimed.

"It's just allergies," I lied.

"Angie, I know you were crying. Something happened between you and Ricky, didn't it? You guys didn't make up, did you?"

"No," I replied, and then tears began to fall down my cheeks again. "I tried, and then he brought up me getting abused, and-"

"You got abused? By who?!"

"It doesn't matte-"

"Yes it does!"

"It was my dad, it's fine now. I'm okay."

"Are you sure? What about Ricky, are you okay about that?"

"Geez, adopted dad, yes. I'm okay."

Chris hugged me. "Okay. Goodnight, then."

"Night, Chris."

I'm just saying, I fucking hate the coronavirus.
     - salem ♡

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