Your Sweet Six Six Six | Sitkolson [C]

Chapter 25 | Gravity

"Hey, Ricky-" Chris started out as he approached his locker, but quickly lost his train of thought when he saw him sulking. 

Ricky finished hitting his head against the locker's door, sighing, "What?"

He was concerned, obviously, but it didn't take a genius to know why the raccoon's had a tough day. "Should I ask or-?"

"Him and Ryan are still mad at each other. We played dodgeball in gym today. Fill in the blanks." Vinny responded from behind him. His own face was a little swollen and a bad bruise was forming on his arm. Sure, that could've been just Vinny being Vinny. It was more likely he got caught in the crossfire.

"So he pummeled your ass?" Chris replied.

"We were on the same team!" Ricky annoyingly cried. He finally lifted his head from his locker, running a hair through his hair. "Were you going to ask me something?"

"Uh, oh, yeah. I know you don't like doing extra curricular shit and all that bullshit, but they're looking for a new writer for the school newspaper. I can put in a good word for you if you're interested. You do have to stay after on Fridays, but I can give you a ride home if you want. Bonus, last Friday of every month we get together with the art club and have cookies."

He looked back at him amused. "Cookies?"

"Well, it's not always cookies. It's just whatever they decide to bake. There's a few chicks in the art club that love baking, but the point is, it's sugar." Chris said with a dumb smile on his face.

Ricky snickered, "I'll think about it. I've been thinking about that stuff a lot. I know I bitch about it a lot but I probably would enjoy something like that. Probably. By the way-"

He couldn't finish his sentence before Devin ran up, nearly crashing into Chris. Compared to how she was earlier in the day, it was refreshing to see her a complete 180. "Are you ready to go yet?" 

"Just a second." Chris laughed, "We're going to her boyfriend's shop. You two wanna tag along?"

"Nah, I gotta get home. It's Meatball Monday." Vinny replied. He started to head down the back hall, giving them a wave, "See ya tomorrow."

"Don't they have meatballs like... Every night at his house?" Devin muttered.

"That's kind of racist... But kind of true." Ricky replied. He pushed himself off the wall and the three began to walk for the exit.

"He's a walking stereotype. There's probably a shrine to Frank Sinatra in his house. And you can't hear yourself think when you're there because they're all so damn loud." Chris joked. Some of it was a joke, anyways.

"Anyways, Mrs. Thomas asked me this morning if we'd do a duet together at the Winter Fundraiser. Which kind of surprised me because I'd think she'd just want you, but I told her I'd leave it up to you." 

"That sounds really fun, actually. But you gotta promise me you'll stop acting like you can't sing. You're the one that's good at soft ballad type songs anyways and that's probably what we're going to have to sing. Christmas songs or something like that. If anything, you'll be the one carrying me." Chris pushed open the front door, holding it for them.

Ricky rolled his eyes playfully, "Yeah, that's going to happen. Don't try and make me feel better. We both know you're one of her favorites for a reason. You have an incredible voice. Mine is just okay."

"You're not just okay, okay?" Devin interjected, "You're both wonderful and you're both going to do incredible. Move the self-pity train along. I wanna see Mike already and you're being slow!"