ocean eyes and city lights {ricky horror}

eleven • i'll wait for you

Angie's POV

I ate the bite of waffles left on my plate. It wasn't homemade this time, or even frozen. Ricky and I sat at Waffle House, eating our breakfast.

We were told yesterday that we were going to be going on tour again. We left in a month, so we still had a little bit of time.

I'd stayed at Ricky's for three days now. Chris complained about being lonely without me there. I told him to get a girlfriend and he laughed, saying he'd be alone forever.

Ricky and I went back to his house after waffles and went into the small recording studio he had. We were working on the deluxe version of our album Infamous. Ricky was remaking two songs; Sick From The Melt and Underdog.

He clicked play on the computer and some cool gothic-dubstep started playing. I nodded after the song was finished. "Sounds good."

"What if it's got to much dubstep? Maybe the fans won't like it."

"They're going to like it just because it's         a 'Ricky Horror Remix.' And plus, some of your fans probably are into different music genres, like dubstep."

"That's true," he agreed.

"I think they sound awesome, and I don't care for dubstep myself."

"You're just saying that cuz you're my girlfriend." His face immideitly turned red and he looked down.

"Am I, now?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Well, you're my friend that's a girl," he mumbled.

"That's the dumbest excuse that's ever come out of you!" I laughed and laid my head on his shoulder. "You're cute when you blush."

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

He looked up and met my eyes. His blue orbs stared into my green ones. Now my face was the one turning a deep shade of red.

"I ... I n-need to go h-home."

I ran upstairs and outside to my car. Ricky was following me, yelling apologies and begging me to stay. I shook my head and started my car.

I drove slowly back to Chris's house, crying loudly. I finally arrived and I ran inside, getting greeted by Chicha. Chris walked into the living room from upstairs and his eyes got large. He led me to the couch as I continued crying.

"What happened?" He asked.

I told him everything that went down. I was crying as I repeated the phrase, "I want to go home."

"You're here now," Chris reassured me.

"No, Chris. When I said that, I meant I want to go home. Back to Blue Hill."

"What? What about the band? Your friends? Tour is in a month!"

"I'll be back, before tour. I just need a break. I need to do something I should've done a long time ago.

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I placed my last folded shirt in my suitcase. I took one last look around my room. I sighed when I spotted the black lump of fabric on my bed; Ricky's hoodie. I snatched it and shoved it down to the bottom of my bag.

Chris came up to help me with my things. The guys were meeting us at the airport - well, I don't know about Ricky, but the rest were. We put my bags in the trunk of Chris's BMW, then climbing in.

"Are you sure you want to leave, Angie?" Chris asked.

"Yes, Chris. I already told you, I have unfinished business."

"What business?"

I shook my head. "I'm not affiliated with anything bad. I just have to do something."

"Ang-"

"Take good care of Chicha for me, will you?" I cut him off.

"Yeah, I will." He sighed. "You will be back, right?"

"Yup."

We made it to the airport and Chris helped me carry my bags in. I was pulled in every direction once the guys and their girlfriends saw me.

"We're gonna miss you!" Kylie exclaimed.

"I'll be back sometime within the month."

I gave everyone hugs again, finally making it to Ricky. I guess he did show up. He looked sad once he saw me.

"You don't have to do this, ya know," he whispered.

"I do, Ricky. It's more than just taking a vacation."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind. It'll be okay." I wrapped my arms around him and said, "I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't ruin our friendship."

"I'll wait for you. Take as long as you need."

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     - salem ♡

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