Music For Cars

VIII

Chris stood before the two of us in his boxers. I was frozen solid at the door and (Y/N) was trying her best to keep cool. 

"Nothing." I brushed Chris' shoulder rudely and stormed down the stairs. The shouting began. 

"Fuck, (Y/N)." Chris suddenly stormed down the stairs and I looked up from the couch to see cute, little (Y/N) panicking behind him.

"It didn't mean anything." She glanced at me. I knew she was lying. It meant everything to her, or so she told me. 

"Then why'd you do it? Literally, there's no logic behind cheating." Chris growled. 

"I...don't...know." She whispered, looking at her little, painted feet. The television slightly glowed on my face as I watched the disaster with horror. (lol) 

"I'm going to bed." Chris stormed back upstairs. "You can sleep with him for the night." 

"Fuck." She cried through her teeth, falling knees first to the ground. 

"(Y/N)." My stupid self rushed to the ground after her. She was choking on her own tears as her red eyes looked up at me.

"I wanna' go home." She continued choking, crying heavily. 

"You...what?" I panicked. I couldn't lose her yet. I'm too selfish.

"Yeah...this and now my father." She rolled her eyes away from me, furrowed brow.

"Your dad? What about him?" I pulled her into my arms. I felt her shaking.

"He's in the hospital with some  heart problems." She tearfully explained.

"I thought you told me his heart was made of stone." I giggled, trying to cheer her up.

"I was wrong." She whispered, clutching my jacket harshly. 

"I'm not the one you miss." I sighed.

"Huh?" She gently looked up at me.

"You're more worried about Chris and your dad." I explained to her, my heart slightly breaking.

"You know I love you." Her crying somehow stopped and her face was slightly pink and puffy. 

"I love you, too, girl." I giggled, holding her close once more. "Go up to my room. You can sleep there. I'll sleep on the couch." She smiled at me and skipped upstairs. I pulled out a cigarette and headed outside next to our camper, reserved for mini-tours.

"Ricky." I heard Chris at the doorway. I looked over at him. He looked less heated now.

"Yeah?" I whispered, taking a hit of my cigarette. 

"What the hell is going on?" He quietly and calmly asked me.

"Just one night of confusion." I answered, lying only a little bit.

"Oh. You know I love her." Chris looked down as I looked up.

"Sure thing." I answered him, dragging again.

"Ricky, stop playing fucking games!" He growled at me, grabbing the cigarette and throwing it on the ground. "You don't know what you're destroying!"

"I'm not destroying anything." I gave him a flat smile admittedly.

"Fuck you, Rick...fuck you." Chris glared at me before going inside. He never called me that before...