A/N I AM HAPPY WITH THIS ONE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT T^T

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The tour has been completed, and everyone is home. Mykailla visited with everyone briefly, when they had gotten back, and her and Chris had plenty of 'we're best friends again' moments and selfies.

Everyone made fun of them.

It's now five days before Christmas, and Ricky still doesn't have Mykailla's presents. He hasn't shut up about it, and Ryan is now starting to regret living with Ricky.

"I thought we decided on art stuff, and gift cards." Ryan sighed, slumping further into the couch, resting his elbow on the armrest, and propping up his head with his fist.

"We did, but I need more, Ryan." Ricky huffed, continuing his pacing. "Freakin' help, would you?"

"She's not my girlfriend." Ryan said, then smirked. "I mean, if you fuck up, she could be."

Ricky stopped his pacing, looking straight at Ryan. "... If I had something to throw at you, I would chuck it so fuckin' hard.."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up. What else can you get her, huh?"

"I don't know. Why do you think I'm asking you, of all people?"

"Because I'm the only one that's not busy, right now."

... True. Chris was with his girlfriend, Josh was with his fiancé, Vinny was in some online game marathon thing, and Devin was back in California.

Ryan was his only hope.

Ricky sighed loudly.

Ryan was his only hope.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

"You're useless." Ricky muttered, covering his face with his hands.

"Face it," Ryan shrugged. "Your girlfriend is gonna break up with you."

Ricky picked up a pillow, and held it up threateningly. "Don't think I won't hit you."

"Oh," Ryan raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm terrified."

"You should be."

"Well, I am. Positively trembling in fear."

"Good." Ricky lowered the pillow, and just held it in his lap. "Okay, so you seriously don't have anymore ideas?.. I mean, I can't just get her gift cards and art stuff."

Ryan shrugged. "You could always take her to a tattoo parlor, and pay for her tattoo."

Ricky thought a moment, then nodded slightly. "Maybe."

".. You could also take her to a body piercing place," Ryan said. "She really wants her belly button pierced."

Ricky stilled immediately, then turned to look at his friend. "How the Hell do you know that?"

"We hung out a bit, when you two still hated each other." Ryan shrugged again. "Talked about piercings, and tattoos, and music.. You know, just random stuff."

Ricky frowned slightly, looking away. "Huh.."

"At least she didn't tell me she wanted her nipples pierced." Ryan scratched his stubble, glancing at Ricky, who was, unsurprisingly, glaring at him. "What?" Ryan said defensively.

"...."

".. If she did--"

"Ryan--"

"If she did want to do that, I guarantee she would have told Chris, not me."

Ricky got a sour expression on his face. "Okay, subject change."

Ryan snickered. "Okay. Seriously, though. You could take her to get a tattoo, or a piercing.. Oh! Or you could take her out to eat, and then go to a movie!"

"What are we, teenagers?" Ricky scoffed quietly in amusement.

"THAT'S IT!" Ryan exclaimed, making Ricky flinch slightly, and lean away out of reflex.

"Fuckin' what? Geez."

"You said teenagers, and that reminded me of MCR,"

"MCR?" Ricky raised an eyebrow. That sounded familiar...

Ryan rolled his eyes. "My Chemical Romance. That one band she still cries over."

"Oh!" Ricky nodded. He has yet to be there, when she gets emotional, but he's heard about it from Micah and Chris. "Okay, well, I can't exactly take her to a show.. What about them?"

"Frank- I think that's his name - one of the guitarists, has another band that she adores, and she would die, if you took her to one of his shows."

Hm..

"What's the band's name?"

"What makes you think I know?" Ryan chuckled.

"Because you seem to be her new best friend." Ricky rolled his eyes playfully.

"Nah, I still can't replace Chris.. Anyway, you could probably ask Micah for the band name."

"Or I could just look up this guy," Ricky took his phone out of his sweater pocket. "What's his last name?"

"Something 'ro', I think." Ryan shrugged. "I don't know, I just remember his first name, because Mykailla kept talking about him." He groaned dramatically. "I think he's her imaginary husband."

"Of course he is." Ricky rolled his eyes subtly, yet playfully. He unlocked his phone, and opened his browser. "Okay. F-r-a-n-k--"

"Must you spell it out loud?"

"R-O." Ricky said loudly, making Ryan laugh briefly, and shove at him. Ricky chuckled, and searched. "Do any of these seem familiar?" He held his phone out to Ryan, who studied the suggestions briefly.

"I.. Want to say it's 'Iero', but I could be wrong."

"'Kay.. Do you know what he looks like?"

"I'd know him if I saw him."

Ricky nodded, then searched for 'Frank Iero', and pulled up a picture, then showed Ryan.

"Yup." Ryan nodded, pointing to the phone. "That's him. That's her husband."

"Quit calling him her husband. It says he's married, anyway." Ricky shook his phone in Ryan's face. "And has three kids."

Ryan batted at Ricky's phone. "Okay, okay, geez."

"Aww, his kids are cute.."

"Okay, quit creeping on him."

"I'm not! The picture is on his Wiki page!"

"Uh-huh. You just wanna see your competition."

"I am not!"

"Are so!"

"Are not!"