State Of Grace || °HSMTMTS°

Chapter 2

EJ

When I woke up, it took me a moment to realize I was hugging Ricky. It took me another one to restrain myself from jumping the hell away from him and waking him up.
I separated from him slowly. I didn't like the guy, he was kind of my rival, but he was tired, and waking somebody up when they were tired was just too evil.

I stared at my phone. 6:09 AM. We had almost two more hours until school started. With a heavy sigh, I got up, determined to cook breakfast. I was dead tired too, but I didn't really wanna lay next to Ricky if it wasn't necessary. Plus, I liked cooking, it relaxed me.

I tried to keep quiet as not to wake him up. As soon as I was out of the bed Ricky started tossing and turning, and every time he moved I thought he'd wake up. He seemed to be quite restless.

As I was preparing breakfast (eggs and bacon, plus some grilled vegetables cause I had neither time or energy for anything more complex right now) I started wondering what was going on with him anyway.

Did he run away from home? Did something bad happen? He was close to Nini's house last night when I ran into him. Was he going to meet her? I know I was there cause I was trying to talk to her and fix things between us.

I stared at my phone again, hoping to see a message from her. Nothing. I was guessing my number was still blocked. I sighed and promised myself not to overthink it right now. I'll talk to her after rehearsals today.

I turn around ready to wake Ricky up, cause it was 7 AM a d we had to have breakfast and get ready for school. But when I looked at him I had to restrain myself from laughing.

He was all over the place. His legs were thrown one over another, and his arms were raised above his head in a perfect plie position. His shirt was up so his back and his stomach were pretty visible. And he was wearing Mickey Mouse boxers.

I snapped a picture quickly. I will ruin him. Well, once the things in his life calmed down I would ruin him. I felt kind of bad for doing that. He looked so peaceful. I was almost sorry for him. Almost. I'd just keep the photo for when things we were looking better for him. Right.

Then I'd ruin him.

I sat next to him. My initial instinct was to gently shake him so he wakes up. Then I remembered that I hate him. That's why I decided to yell at him instead: "Ricky! Breakfast".

Being loud worked wonders. He woke up in an instant. It took him a moment to realize his surroundings. He quickly sat up in the bed, fixing his shirt. "Nice boxers", I joked.

"Shut up", he shot back. He had no idea how I'll make his life miserable. As soon as he was a bit more of himself again.

I placed our plates on the kitchen counter and sat down. Ricky stared at me cautiously. In the end, he must've decided that I won't kill him, and took his place next to me.
He looked around the room for a moment, just to avoid looking at me. At least that's what I told myself. Deep inside I knew that this was not what he had expected my home to look like.

But things aren't that simple.

I wolfed down my breakfast while he was playing around on his plate. It was 7:15 AM now. We didn't have that much time.

"We're not telling anyone about.... this", Ricky said not lifting his eyes from the plate once.

"Of course not", got up determined to get ready for school. "This never happened, as soon as we get to school we are back to being enemies again", I didn't spare him one simple look either, "now hurry up with the breakfast, and start getting ready".

I picked out my clothes and stripped down quickly. I heard Ricky chuckle. "What", I turned to look at him. The asshole was laughing.

"Dude, what's up with you and stripping", he said, seizing me from head to the toe in the process, "plus you are wearing briefs, and you're making fun of me".