Carved

Chap 4 ✨

''Blue, learn to share!'' my brother yelled as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

I was munching on some fries and drooling over the hot actors from Teen Wolf when my brother oh so rudely intervened.

''Get your own ones, dude! Go away!'' I shouted angrily.

Needless to say, he reached out and stole my fries anyway, and me being the nice person I am, I went to order some more from McDonalds.

When I reached out for my phone I saw there were a text from Ricky. Can't he just leave me alone?

Ricky: Hey, I was just driving past Subway and remembered that you loved the sandwiches there so I went on and bought one each for the two of us, I hope you're home rn :)

What just happened?

Me: Yeah of course, i'm home. See you soon.

I actually wanted to say 'shove that sandwitch up your ass' but I don't have the ability to be rude to anyone unfortunately.

Realizing that that sandwich will probably fill me up so I didn't bother ordering fries anymore.

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"Ring ring!" the bell rang.

He's here. I ran down the stairs and ran my hands through my hair thoroughly before opening the door.

He was wearing his signature dark jeans and a random t-shirt. His curly blond hair was all over his forehead, making him look unattainably hot. He ran his eyes over me, looking amused.

Looking down, I noticed I was wearing my pajama shorts and a cotton pink singlet with my bunny slippers. I probably looked like a homeless person next to him.

"Umm I'm sorry. I didn't know you were gonna come. I'll go and change." I turned around to leave, my cheeks as red as tomatoes.

"Hey," he said to me as he reached out and grabbed my hand, making me shiver slightly. "it's not like I didn't see any part of that body of yours before." he said in a joking manner.

When he noticed how I cringed when those words came out of his mouth he quickly apologized and asked "Too soon?" and I just nodded.

"Make yourself comfortable. You know your way around." I tell him before going back up to my room to change my clothes.

I quickly stripped and got out a pair of denim jeans and a cotton sweater that had black crosses all over it. Looking at myself once again at the mirror, I went down again.

Ross always hated Ricky. He told me that he was bad news. He could not even stand his presence. Whenever Ricky was over for dinner, he would make up a stupid excuse and leave the house. I wondered how theey were doing right now.

When I saw that Ricky was sitting all alone on the couch, I knew Ross had left.

As I sat down at the other side of the couch, creating as much space as possible between the both of us, he spoke up, explaining Ross' disappearance, "Ross went to his friend's house."

I nodded, acknowledging him.

"Here." He said handing me a brown takeaway bag which contained the sandwich he promised me.

"Thank you so much for this. I was starving." I told him, really appreciating what he did.

"No worries. Let's start, shall we?" Ricky told me, digging into his meal.

I nodded, bringing the sandwich to my mouth. We both sat in a comfortable silence, watching the television that was hanging off the wall, playing Criminal Minds, while eating the scrumptious food.