Music For Cars

VI

*Ricky's POV*

"Chris, wait, what the fuck?" I knew what the fuck but I didn't want to admit to myself that I was slowly stealing my best friend's girl. We headed inside, leaving the door open for bugs to get in.

I looked up and saw (Y/N) sitting on the ground on the second floor landing, peering into our argument. Chris glanced up at her looking towards my direction.

"Stop looking at my friends!" He growled at her and then snapped his head back at me. "I'm so fucking suspicious, Rick."

"Well, you know everything...so...there isn't a need to be." I pointed out thoughtlessly. Chris flattened his lips at me in anger.

"Leave him alone, Chris." I heard (Y/N) squeak. He looked up at her again. "It's all my fault." I think I see tears coming out of her eyes. "Please, keep your voice down."

"I don't give a shit about my volume! What were you doing in his room?!" He shouted at her. Chris motioned for me to follow him as he headed to the kitchen for some early morning alcohol.

"This isn't a good idea." I watched him quickly chug a beer and then open a second. Chris went over and sat awkwardly in our morning booth nook. 

"Don't worry about me, you little bitch." He wiped his mouth and glared at me. "What the fuck do you want with my girlfriend?"

"Nothing. I just...fucked up. Don't take it out on her." I looked at the tile floor. I was slightly disappointed in myself. I'd be more disappointed if I didn't want her so much. Despite this, I'd still go after her...if I'm alive to see the sun.

"I'm just going to be angry for a while." He shook his head, rubbing his brow.

"I promise, I won't touch her again." I put my hands up, lying to him clearly.

"Seriously?" He gave me a hostile look, pointing at me and shaking his head. I nodded quickly.

"Okay, well...I'm going to get some sleep. Let her sleep in your bed." I mumbled as I headed up the stairs. He said nothing.

I laid awake for a few hours. It was now six in the morning and I felt tired as ever. I planned on skipping work. I suddenly heard a gag and a crash. I didn't bother to get up and find out what it was.

I woke up around noon. I felt slightly rested. Six hours is normal, if not amazing, on a band members' schedule. I waltzed down the stairs, hoping the fog of drama had cleared. I got to the kitchen for some breakfast to find Chris passed out on the tile in his own vomit. So that's what that was...drink, fall, spew.

"Sleep tight." I mumbled, stepping over him to get to the refrigerator. I needed to get over this temptress or else it'd be the fall of us all.