Broken Edge (Cricky)

Paint

(Written from Chris' Point of View)

I was still in shock. Ricky had caught me using and...he didn't freak out. He actually seemed to be very understanding, and he promised to help me. He is such a sweetheart.
Everyone was now sleeping in their bunks. Well, everyone but me. I was staring into the darkness that surrounded us, my mind wandering off. Part of me knew that I could not get high around Ricky again. When he caught me earlier tonight, I had actually told him that I loved him.
Why didn't he freak out? Did he not realize how I meant it? I guess not.
A small sound interrupted my sleeping. It sounded like Ricky was talking, but it was to vague to make out the words.
That's cute. He talks in his sleep.

-Next Morning-

I woke up with a groan, my body ached and I had a massive headache. Instinctively I reached to where I kept my drug bag, only to feel an empty space.

"Shit." I muttered, the curtain of my bunk was pulled open and there stood a half-asleep Ricky.

"How ya doing?" He asked groggily, I looked around to make sure it was just me and Ricky, then I held out my hand. I knew he would understand my silent request.
"Drugs? We have a show in like two hours. Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine Rick. Give them, now." I demanded, scratching my arm anxiously.

"If you use it now, you have to go all night without any." Ricky crossed his arms.

"Fine. Fine. Just give them to me." I got out of my bunk and stood beside the short male. He pulled a needle and the bag of heroin from his pants pocket and handed them to me.

"Go ahead. I'm staying in here with you." Ricky leaned against the bunks.

"What? Why?" I looked over at him, not wanting to say anything to give me away while I was in a...different state of mind.

"To monitor you. I don't want you hurting yourself." He replied as he pulled out his phone. I sat down on my bunk, repeating the ritual from last night. Bandana around my arm, heroin in the needle, needle in my arm. Euphoria.

(Written from Ricky's point of view)

I shook my head and grimaced as Chris injected the liquid into his veins. He laid back on his bunk and exhaled, sounding truly relaxed. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, and I started to get worrief then he spoke up.

"You're gorgeous, you know that Horror?" He asked, looking over at me. I blushed and fidgeted uncomfortably where I was sitting. First he says he loves me, now he's complimenting. Why is high Chris acting like this towards me?

"You're really gay when you're high." I joked, even though I was secretly gay. Chris laughed at my remark.

"I'm gay all the time. I sleep with women to seem straight, but I quite prefer the company of men." He grinned, and I cleared my throat. It was getting dry.

"Do you even remember the shit you say when you're high off your ass?" I faked a laugh, trying to brush off his comments.

"Yeah. I beat myself up about'em too." Chris nodded, tracing his finger along the wall. I walked over and took the needle away from him, and the bag of unused heroin.

"You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't beat yourself up over anything, and you shouldn't use drugs." I choked out quietly as I put everything away.

"Do you hate me now?" Chris stood and grabbed my arm. I turned around and looked at him curiously.

"Hate you? For what?" I raised an eyebrow, and he pulled me closer to him. Our bodies brushed against one another.

"Because I'm gay, and because I like you." He asked, his eyes were dead serious.
No. No. He's high. He's not thinking straight.
My heart pounded in my ears
Ricky, stop getting worked up. He's high. He's not thinking straight!
I repeated the words over and over in my head, staring into Chris' gorgeous eyes. I wanted to hug him, and kiss him, and cherish every inch of him. Why did he have to tease me like this?

"N-No. Of course I don't hate you. Actually...I'm gay too." I admitted, looking at the ground. Chris laughed gently.

"We all already know that." He smirked. I blushed. They all knew? I mean Devin, Ryan, and Balz knew because I admitted that I liked Chris, but how did Chris know?

"You need to get ready, Chris. You're still in pajamas." I pulled away, not wanting to let him do anything he'd regret once the drugs wore off.

"You're going to leave me alone?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but I'm leaving the door to the bunks open. If you close it, I will knock it down then kick your ass." I replied sternly.

"You can't lift your leg high enough to kick my ass." Chris teased, I giggled then walked out of the bunks to let him get ready. I was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, and no shirt at the moment. We had a little while before the show so I only got halfway dressed. However, I had already done my hair and makeup. Otherwise I'd look like shit.

Ryan, Balz, and Devin were all sitting on the couch eating breakfast. Breakfast was leftover pizza.

"Have you told him yet?" Devin asked me, grinning.

"No, and I'm not going to. There's no way he feels the same." I replied as I grabbed a slice, not even bothering to heat it up. Pizza was good cold or warm.

"I hate to chime in, but I think he does." Ryan added, looking at me.

"He's called you cute before. Multiple times actually." Devin smirked, then looked at Balz.

"He slaps you on the ass...a lot." Balz took another bite of his pizza.

"Well..yeah...but that's just playing around, right?" I bit my lip, the metal of my lip rings felt weird against my teeth.

"I'll see if I can find anything out." Devin winked at me, and part of me got really nervous. I didn't want him to make Chris suspicious, but I really wanted to know how he felt.

Thankfully we had finished our conversation, because a few minutes later Chris walked out wearing a sleeveless Misfits shirt and skinny jeans. His hair was perfectly maintained, and his makeup was flawless. I wanted to faint right there.

"One hour until showtime! Paint time!" Balz exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. I grabbed my black paint, and we all started helping each other with our paint as usual. I decided to just go shirtless.

"Let me help you." Chris walked up behind me in the bathroom, taking the paint from my hand and getting on his knees.

"I-I can get it." I reached for it, but he pulled it away.

"Let me help, Ricky." He looked at me, stubbornness shining in his eyes. I leaned against the sink, letting him have his way. I felt his hands against my chest, rubbing the paint down my body. My breathing got a bit heavier as his hands traced over my v-line. I looked down, he was done painting but he was still messing with my body.

"T-Thank you, Chris." I tried to get away, but he grabbed my shoulders, leaving two black handprints on me. I blushed and looked at him. He seemed to be fighting with himself over something.
"Chris, are you okay?" I took a risk and put my hand on the side of his face, brushing his hair back lightly.

"Y-Yeah. You're welcome." He pulled back and quickly walked out, leaving me standing there in shock.

What was he about to do before he left?

I walked out of the bathroom, Ryan quickly taking notice of the black handprints.

"What happened in there?" He whispered.

"Honestly, I have no fucking idea."