when there was me & you ? ricky bowen imagines {ON HIATUS}

don't trust me (3)

"we should watch a scary movie." you say, snuggling into his side. he welcomes you, setting his plate on the arm of the couch and wrapping his arm around you.

he opens prime, searching for saw. you'd heard of it (missy liked the movies) but never watched it, knowing the gore would disturb you.

"this okay?" he asks. you nod hesitantly and he laughs softly. "i'll be right here."

the movie freaks you out at the beginning (it kind of helps when ricky takes your hand in his, and he doesn't mind when you hide your face in his chest) but halfway through, you're hooked. despite some of the sickening scenes (amanda cutting open her very much alive cellmate to retrieve a key and lawrence sawing off his foot, to name a few), you can't tear your eyes away from the screen.

you're still holding on to ricky's hand, squeezing when you're scared.

however, the ending has you the most in shock. ricky watches you fondly, entranced, as you watch the screen with wide eyes and an open mouth as the man who'd been lying dead in the center of the grimy bathroom with adam and lawrence gets up. you cover your mouth as the voiceover continues, clutch your chest as adam screams as the man (john kramer, if you remember correctly) announces "game over" and slams the door closed.

finally you blink, and turn to look at ricky.

"well?"

"that was some crazy shit," you say causing ricky to laugh.

"yeah," he agrees. "it is. my mom introduced me to this movie when i was ten and i had nightmares for two weeks straight."

"are you okay?" you can't help but ask.

"yeah, i'm fine! i mean, when the nightmares stopped, i was begging her to let me watch the second movie. the psychological horror and thriller movies have just always piqued my interest."

"oh."

ricky smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you, and you can't help but smile against his lips. you tilt your head to the side, and he moves his lips from yours to your neck, sucking and biting near your jugular. you let out a soft moan, your fingers threading through his curls.

you feel him smile against your skin, his kisses now on your shoulders.

you drop your hands from his hair to wrap them around his neck. his hand slips under the hem of the sweatshirt he'd loaned you, going to cup your breast. you squeak in surprise, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"ricky?" you breathe.

"hm?" he finally pulls away to look at you, a feeling of adoration engulfing his entire being. "is everything okay?"

"what time is it?"

he quirks a brow, but grabs the remote to check the time on the tv.

"11:36," he answers.

your eyes widen, and you jump up from the couch.

"what's wrong?" ricky asks, worried.

"uhm, i'm supposed to hang out with red and missy at noon. i need to go."

you run back into his room to grab your stuff and nearly bolt out the door before ricky stops you.

"you can't just run home, y/n. you live like, ten minutes away and that's just by car. let me take you home."

"okay," you swallow. "yeah. yeah, but we have to go now."

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ricky pulls up to the backdoor of your house. before you can open the door and run inside, he gently grabs your wrist and pulls you in for a kiss.

you don't think you'll ever get tired of kissing him.

"see you around?"

"yeah," you breathe. "yeah, see you around."

you step out of the car and close the passenger door. ricky smiles and waves at you before pulling out onto the street. you smile and wave back, sure he can see you in the rearview mirror.

biting your lip, you grab the spare key from the terrarium hanging from the hook above the back door. you unlock the door and step inside, heading upstairs to your room and dropping your dress and shoes on your bed.

there is a sudden honk from the front of your house. you mutter profantities as you pull on a comfortable pair of shoes, grab your wallet and phone charger, and run out to the driveway where red is waiting in his cherry red jeep. missy smiles broadly at you through the windscreen, waving.

"you know we've been waiting here for like, ten minutes?" red laughs as you climb into the backseat. he turns to look at you, the smile dropping from his face as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "uhm is that- is that ricky bowen's sweatshirt?"

you look down, cursing yourself for forgetting to take it off.

missy turns to look at you as well, gasping when she catches sight of the purplish bruises littering your neck. she reaches back, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt to the side.

"girl, what happened?" she nearly shrieks.

"nothing." you lie, slapping her hand away and fixing the hood.

"bullshit!" missy smirks.

you purse your lips as you focus in on the tiki totem velcroed onto the dash. red's eyebrows shoot up as his mouth drops open in shock. an audible, quite dramatic, gasp leaves his mouth and he and missy share a knowing look.

he reaches back to smack your shoulder.

"ow!"

"what the fuck? you slept with ricky?"

"i—"

"you guys have only been hanging out for like two weeks, and you sleep with him?"

"red," you sigh. "people have known people for forty-five minutes and have slept with them."

"and ricky is one of those people!" red snaps. you roll your eyes, fed up with his detestation for ricky. "you don't even know him."

"he likes psychological thrillers," you mumble. "and he plays guitar."

missy looks between you and red, not really wanting to choose sides. she sighs dejectedly, leaning back in her seat and pulling her hoodie over her eyes.

"i'm so disappointed in you." red mutters as he turns back around in his seat. but you hear him.

"i can take care of myself, red, okay? god!" you cross your arms, huffing in annoyance. "just start the car, and maybe don't talk to me until we get to the mall."

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