Ahhh! Valentine's day. The one day of the year where everyone is so head over heels in love with everyone. Even the couples that just recently started dating, they are even showering each in affection. Public PDA everywhere and you could just throw up from the amount of couples in love. If only you could scream and yell at every couple and not look crazy, you probably would.You hate the fact everyone is all crazy for it. Showering the other in gifts when they could do it so very often without some stupid holiday thing.
Fuck Valentine's Day. Seriously.
It's practically smothering you and all you wanna do is curl into bed after grabbing a bottle of wine, some stupid horror flick, some candy of your own, and just avoid the different things that could even ruin this day anymore for you.
You know you are probably being bitter, but oh well. You just hate valentine's day. Always had if you are being honest. Doesn't matter if you had someone with you or not. You hated it.
You shouldn't need a day that's some money pulling day to show love to someone. Ugh.Setting the bottle of the wine and candy on the counter, you shuffle as you reach into the back of your jeans and hand your ID to the cashier. You want out of this store, seriously. You can feel the eyes on you, it's pretty clear the look of annoyance is on your face.
You would wipe it off you could. You really would. How many times can you express you hate this day with a passion? Honestly.
The cashier flashes a smile and hands the ID back, ringing up the items and placing them in the bag. Handing the card to her, you watch as she swipes the card and hands you the keypad to let you enter the passcode. Typing it as fast as you can, you let out a breath of relief when she hands the card and the bags to you.
Least you could do is say a thank you when you grab the bag.Muttering the words, you are out of the store as fast as you went in completely avoiding any couples that pass by. You really don't wanna deal with this. Not today. Setting the bags in the passenger seat, you look towards the bottle and smirk a little.
"Crazy turn of events. Guess you are my fucking valentine tonight."
Starting the car up, you head to the nearest movie rental place to find some horror movies. Nothing like some gore and guts to rid of the horrid awful day. Whatever, you guess.
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You lost track of the movie. All you know is you should have got a couple wine bottles and boxes of the candy. The bottle is half gone and you are probably way too drunk now to even be awake. Yet you are. What time is it anyway? You should probably check your phone. Shifting to sit up, you reach towards the table. Sighing when it's not there on the coffee table. Where the fuck is your phone? What the fuck did you do with it?
The doorbell rings as you get up off the couch, finally finding the phone but finding it's dead. You don't remember it being dark though. It was daylight just a few hours ago or at least last you looked. Fuck.
Going to the door, you swing it open fully prepared to give whoever it was a tongue lashing. You wanna be miserable in peace. You don't want to deal with the lovey dovey shit. As soon as the door swings open, you see Ricky standing there. Bags of food in his hands, or at least it smells like it.
Or you are way too drunk for the most part and you really want to eat. He chuckles as he finds your eyes seeing them glazed over and dilated. Welp, he figured you would be drinking. He was spot on the guess. Good thing he grabbed your favorite food.
"You are so fucking lucky you have food. I would've slammed the door in your face if you hadn't."
He smiles, "Good thing then."
His foot kicks the door closed, following behind you as you go back to the couch. Sitting down, sinking into the couch and letting your feet rest on the coffee table. The food is set down on the table as Ricky takes the empty space beside you.
Reaching into the bag, he hands you the go to box. Hearing the moan that escapes past your lips as the smell of the food hits your nose. He really did have good timing.
Ricky's eyes find the tv and he nods to himself at the movie playing on the big screen, he should have known you would have picked out the movie that's got some form of Valentine name in it. Of course, of course you would pick My Bloody Valentine.
"You really did pick a movie that would make you feel better huh?"
He doesn't miss the scoff that comes out of your mouth, food spilling out at the sound. You are definitely drunk.
"I just want to see blood and guts. Leave me alone."
You shove more of the food in your mouth and focus back on the tv completely ignoring Ricky as he shifts into a comfortable spot to watch the movie with you. At least, you aren't watching romcoms. He isn't sure he could do that again, his ex always made it a thing during this day. Every single year and he maybe he put up with it because at the time, he really did love her.
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His arm is draped around your shoulder, some horror movie playing on the screen. He isn't even sure if you are still awake. You are still and breathing is evened out. At first, he felt like coming over was a bad idea. You had actually chewed him out after eating the food. He wasn't shocked, just was not expecting that.
He had apologized profusely, explained he didn't want you to be alone. He knows how you get. When he gave that reason, you had just curled into his side. Something he wasn't sure of at first, you had never done this. Sure, he'd hoped for it in the past but he wasn't sure.
A tattooed hand moves a few strands of your hair out of your face, he looks down to see you asleep. One hand tangled into his shirt, his mind running circles on how to get out of this. If he even could, he doesn't want to be ripped into when you wake up sober.
He really doesn't want to be one of the ones that's at the end of your tongue lashing. He still remembers the words that came out of your mouth. It still shocks him and if he's honest, it made him truly fall faster. He isn't over his feelings for you is he?
He really needs to get you to wake up so he can get home. He needs to think things out. He really needs to wake you up even if he doesn't want too.
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Ricky's keys are spinning on his index finger as he heads to the front door, his mind running circles as he debates the war inside of himself. He definitely was never over his feelings for you. Why did it take you being curled into his side for him to notice that?
Why did he even hide that he did have feelings for you? He really doesn't remember and that's the part that sucks. Maybe his ex shielded those feelings cause he did fall for her. He really did love her. He wanted to marry her but where did these feelings come from? Where did they even go?
"Thank you for spending time with me even if i did fall asleep on you."
He turns on his heels, nodding with a smile. His beautiful blue eyes on yours. He knows how it felt when he was single last year on this day, the hurt to see other couples in love and all over each other in public. He had avoided the outside world like a plague last year.
He also knows how you get. He figured least he could do was spend time with you. A part of him wishes he had gotten roses to at least help, now that he is fully rare of the hidden feelings.
"Of course."
It's silent.
The movie in the background filling the room. He's staring at you, you staring at him. It's really late and you just wanna go to sleep. The wine is definitely in your system still and you just want be asleep.
"I need to tell you something."
He doesn't wait for your response, but moves towards you. He doesn't miss the confused look on your face. He most definitely knows this is gonna probably get him kicked in the balls but it's worth the chance. Right?
"Okay? Do you need to be so close to me?"
He nods, a shrug falling suit.
Okay, what the fuck?
His lips find yours. You don't move at first, you are in shock. Is this really happening? You aren't drunk, like super drunk? Are you? Is this actually happening? Ricky, the man who had been your best friend for years now is kissing you?
What the -.
He pulls away, his usual sparkle in his blue eyes is gone. He is frowning, his head is down and he is staring at the ground. Oh fuck. He read this so wrong. He most definitely did. He fucked up.
"Y/N, i'm sorry -."
The breath is knocked out of him as he is pushed up against the door, your lips finding his as your fingers tangle in his long black hair. You so should have done this sooner.
His eyes are wide when you pull away, "Okay. I most definitely was not expecting one back but i don't mind it."
You chuckle, "Happy Valentine's day to us, right?"
He nods, his head resting against the wall.
"So uh, you wanna do that and more in my bed Valentine?"
He nods, his hand grabbing yours.
He definitely does. Although, he would be content with kissing you all hours of the night. He doesn't need anything else right now, he just wants to be able to be with you.