A/N I gave up on the censoring. ~^~ And short-ish. Sorry!

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"How do you think Rick and Mykailla are doing?" Vinny wondered out loud. "You think they're both going to be alive, in the morning?"

Ryan shrugged, making himself comfy on the bed, and putting his arms behind his head. "None of our business."

Vinny shrugged. "True." He got up from the couch-bed to turn off the light, but halted his actions, when he heard some weird noises from the room next to his and Ryan's room. Vinny raised his eyebrow, turning to look at Ryan. Ryan sat up, and was looking at the wall, eyes narrowed slightly.

"... Mykailla and Ricky are in the next room, aren't they?" Ryan asked, looking to Vinny. Vinny nodded.

"I think so.. Uhm, what do you think that noise was?" Vinny went over to to the wall, and pressed his ear against it. "You don't think someone threw something, do you?"

"Nah, I don't think they'd get into a physical fi--"

"Wait! Shhh.." Vinny hushed Ryan, "I think I hear something.."

Ryan stood after a minute, and went over to the wall as well; mimicking Vinny's actions. "What do you think it was?"

"I don't know.." Vinny mumbled, then his eyes widened slightly. He pulled away from the wall immediately. "You don't think they're.. You know.."

"What?" Ryan scoffed quietly, shaking his head. "No. Not while they know that we're in the next room, and Devin and Balz are on their other side."

".. Yeah, you're probably--"

"Oh, fuck, Ricky..." Accompanied by breathy moans, and the noise-- the bed frame hitting the wall-- again.

Ryan pulled away from the wall immediately; staring at it with disgust. "I was wrong."

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Fuck, that was amazing..

"Ricky," Mykailla giggled sleepily as Ricky nipped and kissed her neck.

He smiled against her skin. "Yes?"

"It's almost two in the morning. You need to sleep." She pushed some of his sweat-dampened hair out of his face. He pouted a little, pulling away to look at Mykailla. You could tell he was a bit sleepy, too.

"C'mon," Mykailla urged him. He sighed quietly, as he pushed away from Mykailla, then layed on his back, letting Mykailla snuggle up against him.

"I love you, Rick."

"I love you too, Mykailla. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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"Get your shit on!" Ricky laughed at Mykailla, snuggled up in the blankets on the bed. She pouted, as he continued. "We have to have our stuff ready to go!"

"I don't wanna. The bunks suck. We have an hour, or so, anyway!"

Ricky rolled his eyes playfully, smiling. He walked over to Mykailla, and sat by her. "But you still need to get ready." He nudged her. "And we'll be in another hotel soon, I'm sure."

Mykailla thought a moment, then huffed out a small sigh. She pointed to her pink polka-dot bra that was on the floor. Ricky had made fun of her last night, for wearing lingerie-style underwear, but having a hot pink, and orange polka-dot bra. "Can you hand me my bra?"

".. You know what," Ricky smirked. "Nah. You have to get up."

"Riiicky~" Mykailla whined.

Ricky shrugged, smiling sweetly.

"Jerk." Mykailla sighed dramatically, and Ricky stood from the bed, then sat down on the couch to watch. Yeah, okay. He just wanted to see her naked in the light. He had no shame in admitting it.

Mykailla stood up, holding a sheet close to her body.

"No fair!" Ricky huffed.

"What?" Mykailla asked, legitimately confused, as she picked up her bra, and underwear.

"You still have the sheet on."

"Wha-- Rick." Mykailla rolled her eyes playfully. "Wow, okay."

"What? I wanna see that body in the light." He smiled entirely too innocently.

Mykailla smirked deviously, then slowly, teasingly, started to remove her sheet. Ricky smirked a bit, then, quickly, Mykailla covered herself up, and ran to the bathroom.

"You fucker!" Ricky shouted through the door. Mykailla grinned as she started to get dressed. Thank goodness Ricky brought her duffle bag in there.

"Ya love me~"

"You know," Ricky said thoughtfully, leaning his back against the door, "I'm questioning my love for you, and your love for me, right now."

Mykailla gasped dramatically, loud enough for him to hear. "You.. You what?"

"Sadly," Ricky sighed, loudly as well. "I think it's true."

Mykailla pouted a little, finishing getting dressed. "But, Rick.. Even after last night?" She started on her makeup as she continued talking to her.. Well.. What were they, now?

"..." Ricky thought a moment, then pushed himself away from the door, and gently pushed it open. "Eh, I still love you.. I guess." He smiled, and Mykailla capped her lip gloss; smiling back at him in the mirror.

"Well, that's good." Mykailla winked, making the both of them chuckle. "Hey, so, uhm.. I have a question."

Ricky raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter. "Yes?"

"What, exactly, are we now?"

".. What do you mean?"

Mykailla thought a minute, searching her makeup bag for her eyeliner. "Well.. We just confessed our love for each other last night," She looked at Ricky, then back to her makeup bag. "After years of us being complete and total douches, to each other.. And had sex.. So, I was just wondering.. Are we just-" She cursed quietly. "Where's my damn eyeliner?"

"Here." Ricky grabbed an eyeliner pencil from his toiletries bag. "Now. Are we just..?"

"Thank you." She sighed, then turned to look at him. "Are we just normal friends with benefits, or are we.. Boyfriend, and, uh.. Girlfriend?"

Ricky looked down at his hands on the counter, tapping his fingers on the faux granite. When he was thinking, nervous, or bored, he always did something with his hands; usually playing Tetris on his phone, or tapping his fingers on any surface nearest to him.. Mykailla wasn't sure what emotion he was displaying. "..."

Mykailla blushed a little, then looked away from Ricky, and started on her eyeliner. There was an awkward silence, then Ricky left the small bathroom, saying nothing.

Mykailla lowered her liner pencil, glancing where Ricky had been standing. She sighed in disappointment.

I messed up. Big time.