Music For Cars

VII

*Ricky's POV*

I wonder if Chris thinks I've finally gone insane or something. I keep telling him no but he hasn't done anything about it. I've stopped going to the studio, I've stopped going out, the only thing that's increased is my smoking. 

I was staring at the static of the television, contemplating everything real for the millionth time as the horrible smell overtook my brain cells. I heard a light knock on the door and slowly glanced up, covering my mouth to find (Y/N) only in a long t-shirt of Chris'. 

"Hey." Her voice was light.

"What's up?" My voice cracked.

"Chris is asleep and I'm bored." She awkwardly stood at the doorway.

"I see." I grumbled. "You can sit on my bed if you want. Or the floor...either one works." I glanced at the carpet. She quickly sat on the edge of the bed, something she's never done before. 

"I'm getting so stressed. My brain hurts." She fell back, getting closer to me.

"You could smoke. I've got some to spare." I offered her the fag in my hand.

"Nah, I'll wake up with a headache. The fumes are already getting to me." 

"Sucks." I took another long drag from the joint.

"Doing that too much'll rot your brain." She mentioned.

"Thanks, Mom." I joked with her as her flamboyant laughter filled the room. "What'd you come in here for?"

"I never get to see you." Her hand raised as she started playing with my hair. "I like your face."

"I like your face." I emphasized as her giggling continued. The weed was doing nothing, it was her that was rotting my heart. 

"Shut up." She snorted. I could tell the fumes were really getting to her. She was too easy. "Isn't your birthday coming up?"

"Yeah." I groaned. "I don't wanna' think about it." I rolled my eyes.

"Your girl gonna' give that..." (Y/N) proceeded to thrust in the air.

"Ha, no. No girl here." I wanted to make that known for sure.

"Huh...maybe I'll get Chris to agree to a night." She winked at me as I sighed loudly. I didn't want to get in any more trouble.

"Stop. Just stop with this. We shouldn't be doing anything." I growled at her.

"Geez, Rick." She sat up. "Harsh."

"Yeah, well I love the shit outta' you. I know you're a chick but you gotta' grow some balls and leave him. He won't boot you out...he respects me and loves you too much." I yelled at her, hoping it didn't wake Chris.

"Ricky...he loves me less than you think." Her voice was soft. "I don't wanna' fight with you."

"This is a fucking war, (Y/N). You can't just go around and fuck with people's hearts." I shouted at her a little louder. She began shushing me. 

"Ricky, please. You know I want you." Succubus. She ogled her eyes at me and I scoffed at her.

"You've got pretty eyes, (Y/N), but you're wrong. You're fucking wrong." I got up, wanting to just drive away.

"Ricky." She sounded hurt.

"Seriously, I can't keep doing this to my best friend." I shook my head, hand on the doorknob.

"What about me?" (Y/N) stood up with me.

"What about you?" I asked again. "I can't let a girl get in the way of a friendship that's been around longer than how old you are."

"Damn." She whispered. "Are you sure?"

"I told you, I can't keep doing this to my best friend." I hissed at her, opening the door.

"Doing what?" Chris stood at the door in only his boxers. He looked groggy, eye make-up still on his face.