fifty eight

                                    

                                          
HEYYYYYY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
this one...is long...AND SO ADORABLE UGH UR GONNA LOVE IT. 
AND ANOTHER DOUBLE CHAPTER UPDATE!!! yk i figure since i have like so many chapters prepared why not
ENJOY!!!
i hold the card in my hand and place the package on the table again. i jog up the stairs, feeling the rage boiling my blood. 
i barge into ricky's room and he can tell i'm upset immediately. he hops off his bed and quickly shuts his bedroom door before turning to look at me. 
the card is gripped tightly in my hands and i'm about to crumble it to pieces. he notices it and takes it out of my hand, reading it. 
my gaze is frozen and my anger for my parents only worsens. i don't even know how to function after reading that. 
"how...can they even say that...to me.", i question, "i mean who in their right mind—" 
"i know...i know.", ricky speaks, "just take a deep breath." 
he can sense my anger and he stands in front of me, his hands on my arms. i stare at him and bite my lip. 
"i want to just scream in their faces.", i groan, walking away from him and falling onto his bed.
i cover my face with my hands, feeling confused with emotions. i want to cry but i also want to scream. 
i feel the bed dip down a little and realize ricky's sitting at the end of the bed. i move my hands and look at him. 
"i wish i could tell you it'd be over...but it won't be. you just have to focus on the good...and what makes you happy."
i feel my heart warming up at his reaction. he always finds a way to replace any other feeling with butterflies. 
i sit up and he wraps one of his arms around my shoulders. he lays down on the bed and i lay on top of him. he then wraps his arms around my back and my head lays on his chest. i start thinking about what he said and i lift my head just enough so i can look at him.
i let out a breath, "like you?" 
"hm?"
"you said to focus on what makes me happy...", i explain, "so you...you make me happy." 
i see him smile and i lean down to kiss him. he uses one of his hands to move hair out of my eyes and i smile. i feel the blood rush to my cheeks and they definitely turn pink. 
"you still make me so nervous.", i groan, putting my head down again.
he quietly laughs, "you're cute when you're nervous though." 
"to who?!", i laugh, rolling off of him so i lay beside him. 
he turns on his side and props himself up with his elbow and hand. i feel his eyes lingering on me and i quietly take in a deep breath.
"who do you think?", he sarcastically replies to my comment. 
i feel my stomach swarm with more butterflies. the way he makes me feel is indescribable and something i thought i could only feel if my life were a fairytale. which it most definitely is not.
"can we go through that box?", i ask him, copying his position. 
"if you want to.", his lips curl into a small smile. 
"don't move...i'll be right back.", i tell him, sliding off of the bed. 
"trust me, if you're coming back i'm not moving.", he quietly calls out as i leave his room.