Nicknames
“Okay, I really must be going now.” Ricky awkwardly patted his pale friend's shoulder, trying to escape one of Ren’s rib crushing hugs.
Personally, Ricky hated any sort of physical affection. Whether it was people kissing him, or simply brushing his shoulder accidentally, he hated it. Unfortunately, it seemed Ren’s love language was touch, cause he was always fucking touching him. For some reason thinking about how much he hated physical affection reminded him of how much he didn’t hate that kiss.
“Aww really?! But it’s Saturday!” Ren whined, trying to guilt trip Ricky into staying longer. “Well you know how my dad is…” he lied, AFM (Angry Fat Man) probably hadn’t even realized that his only son hadn’t come back last night.
“Okay… I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” Ren sighed, engulfing Ricky’s body with his thin arms. “Oww let go! I almost died yesterday if you don’t remember.” The brunette wrapped his fingers around the pale boy's scarred wrists in an attempt to break free from the painfully long hug.
“I thought nothing could hurt your super ripped bod.” Ren joked.
“HEY ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?!” Ricky narrowed his eyes and gave his friend a hard shove, pushing him to the ground.
“Woah take a joke!” The whitehaired boy laughed, but Ricky suspected that he had actually hurt his feelings. “Whatever, you're too sensitive anyways.” He glanced back at his friend before walking out the door.
Despite the broad daylight, Ricky felt uneasy as he left Ren’s house; it felt like he was being watched.
“Maybe I am being watched,” he muttered, scanning his surroundings for a pair of eyes that didn’t belong. Eventually giving up and starting to limp in the direction of PineCrest High, hoping that his car was still there in one piece. If someone was watching him, it was much too cold to waste time fretting about it. He rammed his bandaged hands into his hoodie pocket and continued walking forwards, choosing to ignore the uneasy feeling that followed him ever since he left Ren’s house.
As he turned the corner, he stumbled back, surprised to see his… car?
Ricky shivered, thankful that he didn’t have to walk all the way to the school, but still slightly apprehensive about the details surrounding the car, which to his knowledge hadn’t been moved.
Another gust of cold air blew, and Ricky quickly forgot about his worries surrounding the vehicle, instead hobbling as fast as he could towards his Honda. When he got to the car door, he hesitated, first peering into the window, searching for anything out of the ordinary. However, it was fucking cold, and Ricky wasn’t about to freeze to death so he quickly determined that his car was as he had left it and opened the door. He peered in the back of his car and sighed, his blanket collection hadn’t been touched.
It would have been quite devastating if someone had messed with the blankets he had amassed in the back of his car because his heater was shot, and the only way he was able to keep from freezing while he drove was to bundle up with several blankets. He grabbed 4 blankets from the back seat and wrapped them around himself, relieved to finally be warm.
As Ricky attempted to speed off towards the old abandoned motel, he found himself annoyingly blinded by a big white light. For some reason, despite how cold it was outside, the sun was still out, and it was bright. He squinted before putting on a pair of purple sunglasses and pulling down his visor; a black tape recorder tumbled out and into his lap.
“The fuck is this?” Ricky mumbled, angrily, as he picked up the small black recorder, dropping it back in his lap, startled, when a deep Russian accented voice started playing.
“I decided it was much too cold for you to have to walk all the way back to the High School, poor thing, so I took the liberty of bringing your car to you. Your Welcome :)... Anyways, I also installed a new heater, you’re much too pretty to hide in all those blankets after all, and I scrubbed off all the blood that was caked onto the front of your car. I mean, Jesus honey what did you hit to get that much blood on your car. Your welcome for that too by the way, I know Daddy wouldn’t be too pleased if he saw all that blood. Now would he? Heh, I appear to be rambling now, so I’ll stop recording love you. OH WAIT! I left you 2 white painkillers in your cup holder, DO NOT take them until you get home! Understand? If I see you put them into your mouth before your car is parked and in your driveway I may have to punish you. Now, be a good boy, go home, and get some rest, love you.”
“A new heater?” he wondered aloud, glancing at the dial that was meant to warm up the car. He slowly moved his hand towards the dial before pulling back. This guy, whoever he was, was full of shit, and Ricky wasn’t about to buy into it.
Wrapping the blankets tighter around himself, he put the car in drive and peeled away from the curb. This motion, despite minimal, sent a shock of pain throughout his body, forcing the small boy into a wide smile as he held back tears. Though he didn’t believe a god-damn thing Loverboy had said, Ricky, embarrassingly, found himself checking the cup holder for 2 small white pills.
They were there… two white pills looking up at him from the cup holder.
Scanning his surroundings while he drove, he picked up the two pills and popped them into his mouth, sticking up a black polished middle finger as he did so.
“FUCK YOU LOVERBOY! GO FUCK YOURSELF AND…” Ricky hesitated trying to think of a witty insult. “A-AND YOUR MOM!” He yawned after completing the insult; all that yelling was making him tired.
“What was that about my mom?” A large figure emerged from the remaining blankets in the back of Ricky’s car.
“LOVERBOY?!” The smaller boy gasped, jamming his foot on the brake, causing his entire car to make a loud groaning sound. “How’d you even hide back there?!” Ricky went to strike himself across the face for being so blind, but Loverboy caught him by the wrist and stopped him. “There will be none of that, I wouldn’t want you to hurt your pretty little face. Though I’m sure you wouldn’t feel it since you took the painkillers I EXPLICITLY told you not to take till you got back home.” The bigger man waved his finger in the teen’s face. “You know what happens to bad boys?” He waited for a minute, hoping to get a response from Ricky, when he didn't, Loverboy continued.“They get punished.”
“Punished?!” Ricky faintly recalled the stupid warning Loverboy had left on the tape. “I don’t think so.” The smaller boy slammed his foot on the gas, and his car took off.
“GET OUT NOW, OR I KILL US BOTH LoVeRbOy!” Ricky narrowed his eyes, silently urging his car to go faster.
“Aww you have a nickname for me? That’s so cute!” Loverboy said as he inched closer to Ricky. “I should have a nickname for you too!” Unbeknownst to the smaller boy, he moved even closer.
“How about… BUNNY?” Loverboy said as he easily lifted an unsuspecting Ricky from the driver's seat, and tossed him in the back of the car, making sure he landed softly on the large amount of fluffy blankets that occupied the majority of the back seat. Then, Loverboy leapt into the front seat, bringing the car to a stop.
He looked back at Ricky whose face was flushed, and eyes were brimmed with tears, despite the unsettling smile that sat on the bottom half of his face.
“Now, you’ve been a really bad boy…”
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