Silver Bells

8: This Evening, We Party

NEW YEAR'S EVE
warning:
smut

Gathered at Charlotte's shop, it was well before the mall even opened. Wednesday, Addison, the boys, and Charlotte sat in random chairs found in the holiday place.

"I think this calls for a story-time," Vinny begins, a sly smirk rising onto his lips.

Chris scoffs, "All your stories end up being about a girl you fucked under a bridge."

"True, but this one is about Ricky."

The short male looks up, making eye contact with his very creepy, brown-haired, friend. "What stories could you possibly have about me?"

Vinny scoffs, "Ignore the raccoon. Once upon a time—"

"You don't have to start the story with 'once upon a time'."

A chorus of "for real" and "seriously", rang around the room.

"Fuck off, now to begin—"

"Get on with the story—"

"Shut the fuck up, Christopher Thomas Cerulli." Chris presses his lips together, looking at Vinny disappointed.

"Alright, Vinchenzo."

"One day I was at the park with Ricky while he was taking random photos, and there happens to be a pond in the middle of the park. Unfortunately, there was ducks in the pond."

"Stop."

"No!"

"God you're so fucking annoying! I never asked you to tell everyone an embarrassing story about me, you're just a bitchy little kid--"

"Shull up Ricky you big ass thumb. Built like a goddamn build-a-bear, toe ass motherfucker, eat my goddamn ass you redneck, alabama, cousin-fucking, cock -sucking, bitch. Go eat Charlotte's pussy like the dog you are. You have a giant ass crush on her anyways, she'll love for you to be her new years kiss." Everyone looks at Vinny with an almost shocked expression, and he just chuckles, "Now let me finish my story." He looks at everyone, seeing Ricky and Charlotte almost flushed.

Ricky coughs, "I need to go."

He stands up, grabbing his jacket and running out the door.

Vinny was such an idiot! Why the fuck couldn't he kept the last part to himself?

Rick felt like he wanted to cry, his hands running through his hair anxiously.

He wants to do so many things with Charlotte, but goddamn.

Secrets are meant for keeping.

"Ricky! Slow down!"

He didn't, but he did hear her voice.

"RICHARD."

He stops, he had made it to the sidewalk at this time. He went the long way instead of the easily accessible, short way.

He runs a hand down his face, "Before you say anything, yes I have a fucking tedious ass crush on you."

Charlotte stands there in complete silence, crossing her arms.