I Need To Be Loved (Ricky Horror Fan Fic) [Book #1]

I'll Tell You

“Shut up,” I muttered as I climbed on our bus. Blake was inside trying to shove as many articles of clothing as possible into our extra bunk. He could be so weird sometimes.

“What are you even doing?” I asked, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that he was making a mess if our bus before the tour even started. How had we even become friends?

“Putting these clothes away,” he replied as if it was simple. I flopped myself down on the couch as he joined me in the front lounge. “Have you told Ricky’s parents about your little spawn yet?” he questioned. ‘Spawn’ was the baby’s new name.

“No, we’re waiting until we get to Seattle at the end of the week,” I responded, looking down at my stomach. I was starting to show a tiny bit. If you didn’t know I was pregnant you might just think I had gained a few pounds.

“Well, good luck with that. I doubt they’ll be thrilled,” he told me, practically reading my mind. It was funny how after knowing someone for so long they could speak your mind without knowing it.

“I know. I’m really not looking forward to telling them. I mean, they seemed to like me, but I don’t think they’re gonna be as excited as m aunt was,” I agreed. Just when I thought I had made a good impression, we had to drop this on them.

“Well, there’s really nothing you can do to change the situation, so don’t get too upset about how they’re gonna react,” he encouraged. I was glad all the guys were being so supportive about everything because I needed the reassurance.

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“So, when are we telling them?” I questioned, playing with hem of my black tank top. My stomach was doing countless flip-flops and I was hoping I wouldn’t throw up on Ricky’s parents.

“As soon as they get here. Let’s just get it over with,” Ricky responded, taking my small hand in his. I was just so glad that he was going to break the news to them and I didn’t have to say anything.

Before I could say anything, the bus door swung open and Mr. and Mrs. Olson climbed on followed by Rachel and Reagan. As soon as Mrs. Olson saw Ricky a large smile broke out on her face and he stood up to give them all hugs.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Midnight,” Mrs. Olson greeted with a warm smile. I couldn’t help but think she probably wouldn’t be smiling once she knew that her son would be a parent soon.

I was then greeted by Ricky’s father, sister, and nephew. Reagan was just as cute as I remembered. I was trying to imagine what our baby would look like when he or she was his age, but it was hard to picture. After all the ‘hellos’ were said, everyone sat down.

“So, we have something to tell you guys,” Ricky announced putting on arm around me. I instantly felt my hands get sweaty and my heart start to race. All four sets of eyes were set on us curiously, which didn’t help my nerves. “Uh, so, um… Midnight’s pregnant,” Ricky stammered out finally. It was obvious hr was just as nervous as I was by the way he was looking at me instead of his family.

“Really? That’s awesome! Reagan will have a little playmate,” Rachel exclaimed. Well, at least she was excited. Her parents’ faces on the other hand were unreadable. All I could tell was that they didn’t look happy.

“Well, isn’t that…nice,” Mrs. Olson commented unconvincingly. She could try to hide it all she wanted, but I could tell she didn’t really like what Ricky had just said.

Mr. Olson didn’t have to say anything for me to know how he was feeling. It was written all over his face and it just made me wish this baby would go away. I had become a bit more excited, but that look made all my happiness vanish.

“I can’t believe you guys are actually going to be parents,” Rachel squealed, pulling her brother into a tight hug. It was almost like she could sense the disappointment radiating off her parents and she felt she had to make for it.

Soundcheck thankfully rolled around quickly and I had to go help set up, which got me away from the awkward baby conversation. The whole time I could faintly hear Mrs. Olson bickering with Ricky since they had came to watch us soundcheck.

“How could you be careless, Ricky?” she was asking angrily. It was obvious she was trying to keep her voice down so no one else would hear, but she was doing a terrible job.

“Mom, I know the situation isn’t ideal, but I’m actually kind of excited for the baby. Can’t you just be happy for us?” Ricky replied. Hearing him say those words made me feel so reassured. It was so relieving to know that he was truly happy.

“How can you be excited about this?” she exclaimed. She ran her hand through her hair and gave him a look of sadness. “Wait, did you guys plan this?” she asked in disbelief. How dumb did she think we were?

“What? No! Why the fuck would we do that?” Ricky practically yelled, catching the attention of everyone in the venue. It was obvious that he was mad at his mother. To be honest, I was mad at her, too.

“God, Ricky. Keep your voice down,” Mrs. Olson scolded in whisper. “Everyone who had been looking at them turned back to what they were doing besides me. “ Was just making sure,” she added with a sigh.

“Mom, I’m not asking you to be ok with this. I get why you’re upset, but can you just support us?” Ricky requested. I couldn’t imagine having parents that don’t support you. My mum and my aunt were always right beside me when I needed them.

She let out a sigh and gave him a pained look. “I really just wished you had planned better, Richard,” she admitted. She looked just so dispirited. It was so disheartening to watch.

“Well, we didn’t and there’s no way to change it now,” he pointed out. He put up a good argument. What did she expect us to do? Did she want me to have an abortion or something? There’s was no way I was doing that. I planned to love this kid with all of my heart.

“As much as I don’t like what’s happening, I’m glad you’re happy,” she replied with a look that told me that it was doubtful she was actually be supportive. She let out another sigh that again made her reply seem like a lie.

“Thank you, Mom,” he sighed. It was evident that he he was having a hard time believing her, but as long as she pretended to be happy for us, he was ok with it. Even though I could tell she was still mad about the baby, at least she was willing to pretend otherwise.