Fallen Angels

Not a Date

RICKY'S POV

"Mmmm." I groan and stretch out. I open the curtain of my bunk.

I step out and walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pull out a carton of milk. I start gulping it down.

"BOO!"

"HOLY SHIT!" I spew out milk and drop the carton.

I turn around and see Andy laughing his ass off.

"What the hell, Andy?!" I burst out laughing.

"I got you good!" He falls on the floor, still laughing.

"Dude, I almost shit my pants!" I help him up.

"Here, I'll clean it up." He grins softly and wipes up the mess.

"Hey, what time is it?" I ask.

"Uhh. 10:45, why?" He checks the clock.

"I was hoping Rachel and I could go shopping for some clothes. Cause, you know, we didn't have any bags packed. I mean, you guys took us in last night after the concert. It's not like we take packed suitcases everywhere we go."

"Why don't I take you?" He blushes.

"Sounds good." I blush.

I grab my wallet and my iPhone.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Yep."

We decide to walk so we can get to know each other a little better. It's only like, 25 minutes to walk.

"So, tell me about yourself." He looks down at me.

"Like what?" I shrug.

"I don't know. Favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Cool. Play an instrument?"

"Yeah. I sing, drum, and play the guitar."

"Wow."

We talk for a while and arrive at the mall.

I end up buying a pair of black combat boots, black Vans, black sweater, red jeans, black jeans, some band shirts, some beanies, white jeans, black shorts, a black leather jacket, etc.

We walk to the foot court and get McDonald's.

"Thanks." I grin.

"No problem."

After we eat, we walk back to the bus.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks.

"Sure. Let's watch..."

"Saw?" He asks.

"Yeah." I glare at him and blush.

He laughs and plays the movie.

"Hey...can I tell you something?"

He pauses the movie.

"Yeah."

"So um...I was bullied all my life. My parents died in a plane crash and I've lived with my siblings. They always call me shit, a slut, stuff like that. They beat me and same goes for school. So um...three years ago, I was diagnosed with depression, anorexia, and anxiety. Sometimes I self-harm and I've never really told anyone. I went for a physical last month and my doctor said that...I weigh 67 pounds. I'm so sorry..." I turn away and curl in a little ball. I bury my face in my knees and sob.

"Hey." He touches my shoulder.

I throw my arms around him and cry into his shoulder.

"Hey." He hold my shoulders and looks into my gray eyes. "It's alright. Smile for me."

I shake my head and cover my face.

"Ricky." He lifts my chin. "Smile for me."

I smile.

"That's better." He hugs me.