Music For Cars

VII

It was like a parent getting angry at their child. You have the explosion...then the awkwardness...and then it was almost as if nothing happened. I knew Chris kept my betrayal in the back of his mind but...he's been acting completely normal. 

"Chris." I went outside for a smoke at the studio. This was a few days after (Y/N) told me we shouldn't be friends. 

"What's up?" He looked at me, staring at our trailer through a chain-link fence. 

"We should talk. I don't want this to go neutral and then fire up again later." I stared at the ground, smoke coming out of my nose.

"Oh, yeah." He agreed hesitantly.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship and your relationship." I looked up at him innocently.

"I know. She's...quite a temptress." He nearly blushed, looking away from me.

"Wait, she's done this before?" I wondered. Maybe I should get tested.

"No. No sex, but...her interactions between other guys...just gets to me." He ground his teeth.

"Oh. Well, maybe you're overprotective." I shrugged.

"Really? Then how'd you get away with it?" He asked me, looking me dead in the eye.

"I don't know." I muttered. We lived under the same roof, how could it not happen? "I just want you to know that I'm truly sorry and that we can  move on without further argument."

"Okay." He answered, smiling and looking down at me. I glanced down, his hand was held out. I smiled, laughing slightly, grabbing and shaking his hand. (GIF Image)

"We're cool now." I sighed, finishing off my fag.

"Yup." He replied awkwardly. Back to work as normal...hopefully.

"You'll never leave her, huh?" I asked him. I'll admit it was a suspicious question...but I had to ask it.

"I don't know." He sighed, answering the question like nothing. It put horrid thoughts in my head.

The day went on in near silence as we all just did our own work. This new album was coming along so slowly. We still had a tour to plan.

"Hey, boy." (Y/N) came and sat next to me on the couch as I clicked through channels.

"What do you want?" I didn't even look at her.

"You're being mean." I heard her pout. I glanced at her face. It looked straight out of a magazine. 

"Where you going?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"Chris is taking me out. He told me to get extra, special dressed-up." She smiled at me like a little girl.

"You are very pretty." I tried to hold myself back.

"Thank you." She blushed.

"You know what." I sighed, feeling myself giving in.

"What?" She leaned on the back of the couch, her feet up and curled behind her butt.

"I'm going to give you one more time." I looked at her.

"What do you mean?" She cocked her head, smelling of sweet perfume.

"I'm going to fight for you one more time." I watched her eyes glisten in the light. Her make-up was done perfectly as she wore a tight dress.

"Ricky...I don't know if that's necessary." Her eyes looked pained.

"I can tell you're confused between us. Chris, the love you've had for a long time, versus me...a new love that's longing for more." 

"That's very poetic...but I think that's going to end tonight." She gave me a pitiful look.

"Ready, baby?" Chris appeared at the bottom of the stairs. (Y/N) looked over and squealed, a bright smile on her face.

"You look so good!" She looked him over. He was in a suit. I don't know why but every time he's in a suit...girls cry over him.

"Let's go." He kissed her hair and left, but not before giving me an evil glare.

Chris never dresses up. What ends tonight between (Y/N) and I? Wait...fuck...