Accidents Happen

Chapter 22

(Ricky's P.O.V)
Once we've finished taking pictures at the globe, we walk hand in hand to the gift shop, looking around before deciding on a t-shirt each. I take the shirt from Skylar, following her to the checkout.
"Are you guys finally ready?" Emery asks impatiently.
"We were in there for 10 minutes. Chill." Skylar says, swinging the bag and hitting him in the back. I smile and grab her hand gently, intertwining our fingers.
"So how are you going home?" Emery asks, looking over his shoulder at us.
"Well, we have to go back to the backlot, she left her stuff there and I have a golf cart to return." I say, making him nod.
"Is Claire taking you guys home?" He asks curiously.
"Probably." Skylar says, sending a text to Claire asking if she's still there. She puts her phone in her pocket and Emery looks around for Liam.
"Found him. Bye!" Emery says, jogging off towards his cousin.
"Nothing like a third wheel." I mumble, making Skylar giggle as she pulls on my hand.
"Come on, bozo." She smiles, walking towards the golf cart. I follow her and swing our hands slowly.
"Thank you for tonight." She says smiling up at me.
"Of course, baby. You deserve it." I smile, kissing her cheek gently.
"I don't, but thank you." She smiles shyly, leaning her head against my arm.
"You deserve everything. Whether you think you do or not. You're a princess and you deserve to be treated like one." I tell her, her giggle soft but apparent.
"I love you." She sighs, leaning up and kissing my jaw gently.
"I love you more." I smile, pecking her lips softly. She giggles again and I wrap my arms around her, smiling like a total idiot.
"Can I drive back?" She asks giggling, putting the bag on the floor board.
"Don't kill me." I smile, handing her the key.
"I won't." She smiles, getting in the drivers side and putting the key in, turning the golf cart on and turning around.
"Watch for people." I smile, putting my arm behind her, my hand on her shoulder.
"I know how to drive." She giggles, turning the corner and coming up to the security box.
"ID." The guy tells her. She shows her VIP badge and he nods, lifting the bar and letting us go.
"So are we going to my house or yours?" She asks curiously, driving through the alley to get to the golf cart lot.
"Yours. Since you're staying at mine this weekend." I smile at her.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." She giggles, making me smile.
"I'm hurt." I say in a fake voice, making her giggle again.
"Don't be surprised if my mom pesters us." Skylar says, parking the golf cart in its numbered spot.
"Why does she do that?" I ask, grabbing all of our stuff and sliding out.
"Apparently she thinks you're a sex hungry teenager." She says, using air quotes.
"Just because I'm 16 and a guy?" I ask, looking at her.
"She thinks the same thing about me. She thinks whenever we're alone, that's what we'll do." She says, rolling her eyes.
"We've been together for only like a month." I chuckle, waiting for her to come out of the office.
"Right, that's what I tell her but she doesn't seem to believe me." She says, signing the paper saying she returned the golf cart.
"People amaze me." I chuckle, leaning against the doorway.
"Me too. Oh hey, hot rods here." She giggles, pointing to Claire's suburban.
"It's not a racetrack." I say, making Skylar laugh as she walks with me to the car.
"All your stuff is in the back. Ricky, your mom dropped off your bag." Claire says as I put the stuff in the trunk.
"Okay. Thanks." I say, getting in the backseat with Skylar.
"Who's he?" Skylar asks, pointing to the guy in the front seat.
"My fiancé, Mark." She says and I look at Skylar.
"Oh, hi. I'm Skylar and this is my boyfriend, Ricky." Skylar says but he ignores her.
"Rude much?" I mumble, Claire looking at me in the rearview mirror.
"To your house, Skylar?" Claire asks her.
"Yeah." Sky responds, playing on her phone. Claire takes us home and stops alongside the curb, unlocking the doors. I get out and get our stuff, putting my bag on my shoulder and waiting for Skylar.
"Bye." She says waving to Claire who speeds off.
"Damn." I say, following Skylar up to the porch, giving her time to unlock the door. She opens it and lets me in, shutting and locking it behind us.
"Let's go put the stuff away." She says, setting her keys on the kitchen table.
"There's a note for you." I say, nodding towards the fridge. She takes it off and reads it, hanging it back up.
"What'd it say?" I ask, walking up the stairs, her following close behind.
"Dads on a business trip and mom's stuck at the hospital. So, basically, we have the house to ourselves." Skylar giggles, running past me, down the hall to her room.
"Here, take this." I smile, throwing the bag from Universal at her, expecting her to drop it but she catches it.
"Nice catch." I smile, making her giggle.
"We should wear these." She says, taking the shirts out of the bag and taking the tags off.
"Okay." I smile, taking my shirt off, waiting for her to hand me the shirt I bought for me.
"That's illegal." She says, pointing to my chest. I laugh and pull my shirt on, turning my back and putting the clapper board on her dresser against the mirror.
"I suppose you want privacy?" I ask her, looking at the ground.
"Nope! Already changed!" She giggles, throwing her other shirt into the basket.
"How?!" I ask making her laugh.
"A lady never tells." She says, tying the string in her sweats.
"I turned my back for like four seconds." I say laughing.
"It's called talent." She giggles, pulling her hair into a messy bun. I unzip my bag and find my sweats, walking into the bathroom and changing.
"Babe, come here!" I say, hearing her walk to the door.
"Yes?" She giggles, peeking her head in.
"I need help." I pout, looking at her.
"With what?" She giggles, opening the door all the way.
"There's a tag on my pants. Get it off." I say, making her laugh.
"Hold on. I gotta find scissors." She laughs, walking out of the room and probably going downstairs.