That's how it was he just left me alone to cry. But as for me and Ricky it was complicated. Ricky was still distancing himeself from me. Ouch.
I wake up and look at my phone clock, 6 AM on a Saturday. I sigh and get up. I could tell that I wasn't going to be falling back to sleep anytime soon. I walk down the stairs to the kitchen to get some food and see Ricky in there. He always seems to be there.
But this time something was wrong. His head was in his hands and he seemed to be crying. I slowly walk down to where he sat. I sit next to him and whisper, "Ricky are you okay?"
He looks up at me with puffy red eyes. What was going on? He points to his phone and I look. It's youtube comments on Kians videos with me in them.
I heard they broke up!!
Tottaly Rickys fault, I looked at that chicks insta and saw so many pictures of Ricky and her!
Why is that Isla girl look so sad? You can see it in her eyes...
I stop there and look at Ricky. He looked so sad. He now knew that my heart was broken and I bet he thought it was all on him.
"Isla I'm so so sorry for ignor-"
I cut him off by kissing him. He deepens it. Why did this keep happining we would kiss then not talk about it? Hopefully this wasn't the case anymore.
We stop and he looks at me and says, "Why do I keep doing this to you?"
I shake my head not knowing how to respond. He lifts my chin so I'm looking into his still puffy eyes.
"But you know we still can't date. We can't do this because something happened between me and Lia. We just clicked in this weird way..."
I look him with anger in my eyes. "Ricky what happened?"
He puts his hand back in his lap looks down and whispers something I can't understand.
"Speak louder Ricky I can't understand."
He looks up at me with more tears in his eyes and says, "Lia thinks shes pregnant..."
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Secret Love (A Ricky Dillon Fanfic)
FanfictionIsla and Ricky...to Isla that was a dream. They loved each other but she knew that it would never happen. Ricky would flirt with other girls and nobody knew how Isla really felt. But when one thing after another happens, what will become of their se...