My Little Hatefuck

Come Join the Murder

*Blade's P.O.V*

After the cook out I went home and passed the fuck out in my bunk. Now I'm in a hurry toget ready because we have a earlier show today! As soon I'm ready I run as fast as I can to the stage. I'm not late for the show, but Steve is a fucking douche fuck, so we have to be like an 2 hours early. As I'm running run into something.

"Fuck! Sorry!" I look up and see Ricky again.

"Damn, two days in a row... Where are you running to? You don't play for like another couple hours."

"I'm late according to Steve..."

"Who is Steve?"

"My asshole manager! I can't stand him." I say rolling my eyes.

"Oh yea you were telling me about him last night."

"Shit, I'm going to be late...Fuck it, wanna walk around till I have to go for prep and shit." I ask.

"Hell yea!" Yay!

Ricky and I walk around the grounds for a little bit. We were laughing, and talking... Just having fun. Every time someone called I just denied that shit. Ricky walked with me to the stage so he could watch the show. Of course got my ass chewed by Steve, but it was worth it.

We played out set and then I stayed and watched Motionless in White's set. After they finished Ricky ran over and hugged me.

"Ew your all sweaty! Stop hugging me!" I say, which caused him to hug me tighter.

"I'm not stopping till you hug me back."

"Fine!" I wrap my arms around his neck an hug him.

"Yay!" He lets go, which I kinda didn't want him to.

"Hey wanna hang out?" He asks as i help him get his stuff off the stage for the next band.

"Sure! Do you want to come to my bus? We could watch a movie, or play a videogame or something..." I say

"Sure!" We walk to my bus and get weird looks the whole way back to my room, I'm the lucky one tis tour.

"Oh shit, let my move my guitar off the bed so you can sit down." I say.

"You play guitar?"

"Eh, only a little..."

"Can I hear a song?" He asks.

"Oh, umm... Sure I guess." I pick up the acoustic guitar and begin to play a random song.

"There's a black bird perched outside my window..." I continue to sing the song. (song is in the media)

I finish the song and set my guitar down.

"Wow." Ricky says barley above a whisper, and I laugh softly.

"That was amazing!" He says.

"Haha thanks...So do you wanna watch a movie now?" I ask.

"Yea."

We ended up watching 'The Nightmare Before Christmas.' by Tim Burton. About half way threw the movie my eyelids started to get heavy, and I fell asleep on Ricky's shoulder. When I woke up Ricky had his arms around me and was sound asleep. I checked the time. 9:55. Fuck.

"Ricky... Wake up. Its 9:55!" I say slightly shaking him.

"Hmm, what? No 5 more minutes..." he says slightly rolling over.

"Richard Olson! Get up!" I say and smack him with a pillow.

"Ok! Ok! I'm up!" 

"Its 9:55..." I say.

"Fuck! I have to go! I'll see you tomorrow!" He says quickly fixing his shirt.

"Ok, see ya tomorrow!" I say as I walk him to the door.

Damn I hope tomorrow comes soon..