Chapter 15
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"Ricky I am so tired" I yawn as I rest my head on his shoulder.
The concert was over. We were all on the tour bus. Traveling to another state.
I climb on a bunkbed with Ricky. It was small but cozy. I was getting used to life on the bus with Ricky. I did not mind being on the road. I did really miss Mary Ellen and Corey.
I called Mary Ellen and wrote her a postcard from every state we went to visit. Every city. I also bought post cards from places we visited. For my scrapbook I was making.
Ricky pulls me in his embrace. We are face to face. He smiles at me as he reaches out moving my hair out of my face as the bus rocks a little while we speed down the highway.
We had a little lighting from the moon here in the window. I lean in kissing him on the lips. He returns my kisses.
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"I am tired to. We had a great time tonight huh?" he asks me as he yawns.
"Yes, the concert was fantastic. I love hearing you sing" I say.
"And Elvis...." he teases me.
"You!" I remind him.
I boop my nose with his then kiss him.
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"Those girls screamed louder for Elvis when he was on stage" mentions Ricky. "They do every time" he sighs. "I do not know why I let it get to me"
"Those girls do not know good music. You are the best. I'll have to scream louder for you backstage" I joke. "And who cares about all those other girls anyway?" I say.
"True. When I have the best girl right here in my arms" he agrees.
He holds me closer. He was shirtless. I feel his hard chest press into mine as he holds me close. The warmth of his body heat was comforting. I was so in love with him.
The girls were going wild for him to. I was a little jealous they were screaming for him. And wanting more. But he could only see after what they did when Elvis was on the stage. Ricky oozed talent. I wanted him to see that.
But how?
I yawn.
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"Get some sleep sweetheart" Ricky whispers to me. "while we can"
I nod as I kiss him goodnight. "Goodnight Ricky. I love you"
"I love you to Willow" he answers as his eyes flutter shut.
I rest my head on his chest as he holds me close to him. I loved falling asleep this way with him.
"Willow good morning" I hear someone saying to me.
I glance up to see Ricky already dressed and ready to start the day.
I yawn as I sit up. "Morning Ricky" I answer.
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He hands me McDonald's breakfast sandwich and a coffee. I sit up and take the food from him. We have breakfast together. I see Elvis walk by to get to his bunk.
I feel shy as I make sure I am covered up in the blanket. I was still wearing my night gown under the covers. I did not want Elvis to see me like this. This night gown was for Ricky's eyes only!
"Why didn't you get me up?" I ask as I sip my coffee. Ricky hands me a sugar packet. Then some creamer to. I sprinkle it in my coffee after I take the lid off.
"Not to long. We stopped for the time being. Got breakfast. We will be in the next city in about an hour or so here" Ricky informs me.
I nod as I yawn. "I still feel tired out" I admit.
Ricky touches my shoulder. "I know baby, you can get dressed then take a nap later" he offers.
"I am not snoring in front of everyone" I joke.
"You mean in front of Elvis?" he teases me with a wink.
"No, I mean I will not snore and drool in front of you and everyone" I laugh.
I feed him a bite of my sandwich. He nibbles a bite.
He was so cute.
Elvis walks by again then winks at me as he goes by. I cover up with the blanket again.
Ricky laughs.
"I am getting dressed" I grumble.
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I hand Ricky my food then go grab clothing from my suitcase. And I get dressed on the bus's bathroom. I brush my hair. And freshen up. Add some make up. I start to feel human again.
I fold up my night gown for using another night. I was all dressed. I felt good. I check my image out one more time before heading back to join Ricky. He hands me my coffee back. I put away my night gown.
Ricky and I sit out on the couch with Elvis and the others.
"How long before we get to the next city?" I ask them.
"About a half an hour here" Elvis speaks up.
"Good, I can use a shower. And to freshen up" I tell them.
"Same" agrees Ricky.
"At least you two have each other. And can sleep together. I live a lonely life" Elvis jokes. "go to bed alone. Get up alone"
"Well I saw those fan girls all over you last night. You did not seem that alone" teases Ricky.
I blush. Hearing such talk. "Woman fling themselves at you" I giggle to Elvis.
"Not the right one though. The one" he wistfully says. "One day I want to have what you two have"
"You will someday. She is out there" I mention. "you have not found her yet"
"Got any friends? Sisters?" jokes Elvis.
"Her sister is something you don't want to write home about. Been there" grumbles Ricky.
I glance at him. Was he not fully over Avery? She hurt him along time ago. Why was he acting like this? That she was the one who got away? I wince inside. Ricky places his arm around me.
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"I got the best thing to ever happen to me right here" he brags.
"So, you dated Willow's sister to?" Elvis asks.
I nod. "Yes, I knew Ricky when I was growing up. I always had a thing for him. And he dated Avery first. Avery broke his heart. She was not good to him. We met up again and fell for each other. I was thrilled because I always had a crush on Ricky. He was the one who got away for me" I admit. I smile over at him. "I was so lucky to have him back in my life"
"I am the lucky one" he says to me. He kisses me.
"I am Ricky" I say softly.
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He smiles at me.
"Well got any friends then?" jokes Elvis.
"Sorry but Mary Ellen has a boyfriend. They are pretty serious" I say.
Elvis sighs.
"You will find someone. You are a great guy" I remind him. "Any girl would give their right arm to be with you" I say.
He laughs. "Or their underwear on the stage" he jokes.
We all laugh.
"Why do girls do that? So, gross" I giggle.
"Did she leave a number on the underwear?" jokes Ricky. "Seriously not the kind of girl for you. Not if you want one like my Willow." he points out to Elvis.
I smile. I felt like one of a kind to Ricky, he always made me feel wanted. Special inside. I loved that. I hoped that I made him feel the same way inside. I only hoped that I did. I lace my hand with Ricky's as I lean into his shoulder. Resting my head on him.
I lace my fingers with his. I loved this man so much. I never wanted him to feel he was less worthy than Elvis or any other man in the world.
Because he was the only man for me. He was always the only man for me. He would have to see that. I was content with having him by my side. I hoped he was content with me beside him.
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