Music For Cars

XVIII

*Ricky's POV*

(Y/N) and I scrambled for our clothes. It almost became a routine. At least it felt like one. As usual, I was done dressing first. To make it less suspicious that she was in my room, I started rolling joints with what I bought the other day. 

"Good idea." She started putting her hair up and sat next to me. Another night, smoking by eleven...right after the main event. It's a great way to relax.

"Ricky? (Y/N)?" Chris knocked on the door. That was a first. Chris was normally a barge in guy... "Oh...you're doing that." He sighed and gave us a disappointed look.  

"What? You think I'm being a shit-head again, huh?" I winked at him. He didn't understand that I actually was. 

"Uh, yeah. You heard I think...she probably bolted up here to tell you." He referred to the postponed wedding. "(Y/N)...can I talk to Ricky alone?"

"Sure." She shrugged, giving us a weird look as she headed out of the room.

"I know what you guys were doing." He sighed and sat next to me. I'm surprised my head hasn't gotten ripped off yet.

"Oh." I looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"She loves you." He admitted. "I don't know what's going to happen but...I don't...I don't know. I just think we shouldn't fight over this." I swear Chris has a heart made of stone. 

"What changed your mind?" I tried to ask without having a heart attack.

"I found out you're a terrible friend to begin with." He gave a crooked smile. "With her in the picture, it's coming to the end of you and me."

"What are you saying?" I gave him a worried look.

"Like, we won't be friends. The band might break up." Chris started calling off scenarios.

"Why stay if you hate it so much?" I was just full of questions.

"We were talking about marriage." He sighed. "That's serious. But apparently...she had to get out."

"You're pretty depressing." I shrugged.

"Me?!" He seemed shocked.

"All you write about is sex, killing yourself, and how you never went to school." I looked around innocently. "I could go on."

"Don't act like you don't like it. You wouldn't be in the band." He gave me an angry look.

"I guess we'll just play it by ear then?" I wondered.

"Yeah. Let's just go on...maybe, like, an open relationship or something because I love her, too. I just want her to be happy." I really feel like an asshole now.

There was a wail coming from (Y/N)'s room that quickly turned to sobbing. Chris and I bolted to her room and found her collapsed on the floor in tears.

"What happened?" Chris helped pick her off the floor.

"My...dad." The rare topic came up once more...the reason she moved in her in the first place.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, trying to be part of the help.

"He...died of a heart attack...this morning." She was in a state of shock.

"Oh...my God. I'm so sorry." Chris held her tight to his chest. 

"This is horrible." I shook my head, trying to be a part of it. I could already feel (Y/N) slipping away into a dark time...just what we need.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye..."