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Don't Break My Heart Ricky

Part Two of the Hey Ricky Series Pairing: Ricky Hauk x Reader Word count: 3070 Warnings: Violence Summary: It's time for the best man's speech, what memories will Joey ignite? Part One | Part Three | Part Four | Masterlist | Ao3

Ricky leaned over and kissed you as everyone clapped for the maid of honor speech. You melted into him. His hand, warm and calloused, held yours. You smiled as you looked down at your finger, you were married.

“Mr. Hauk,” you said, rubbing your thumb over the small target tattoo on his thumb.

“Mrs. Hauk,” he smiled as your cheeks grew red from hearing it.

There was a thump as Joey jumped onto the stage. You and Ricky turned to look.

“May I have everyone’s attention?” Joey asked, tapping the microphone.

“Oh, now it’s your turn,” you said, leaning into Ricky’s shoulder.

“I’m Joey. Best man and most handsome Hauk brother.”

The crowd laughed and you booed.

“Oh shut up, Mrs. Hauk. You’re biased,” Joey teased, smiling at you. You stick your tongue out at him. He mirrored you and giggles could be heard in the crowd.

Joey shifted and looked at his shoes. “Ricky didn’t have the best of childhoods.”

Ricky tensed beside you and you reached over, rubbing the base of his neck with your thumb.

“But he made sure that I did,” Joey continued, looking out at the crowd. “Ricky was always a little sad and I often saw through the curtains he put up. It wasn’t until he took a creative writing course that I started to see that sadness start to fade away.”

You squeezed Ricky’s hand and he squeezed back.

“I will always remember the first time I met her,” Joey said with a smile. “She was like an angel if angels wore skinny jeans and graphic tees.”

You smiled at Joey who smiled back.

Fall Sophomore Year

Joey was sitting at the counter at the auto shop tinkering with his newest invention. It was quiet in the shop that afternoon and he loved it. These moments listening to his brother work on a car while he worked on his project. No one to bother them. No one to tell them what to do. Joey only recently learned about his brother’s childhood and how it was vastly different from his. He was grateful for everything his mother and brother did, but he also felt guilty for being happy and not traumatized.

“Hey Joey,” Ricky called from under the red Toyota. “Could you bring me my toolbox?”

“Sure,” Joey said, slipping from his stool.

“Thank you,” Ricky said as he heard the box being placed beside him.

“What do you think is wrong with it?” Joey asked.

“Get down here and I’ll show you.”

Joey’s face lit up as he crawled under the car beside his brother. He listened carefully as Ricky pointed out the parts of the car and what they did and how they worked. Joey handed Ricky the tools he needed when he needed them and held onto the little red rag when Ricky wasn’t using it.

He was leaning against the car when you pulled up.

Your car had seen better days and with the sound it was making, you were scared to drive it anywhere outside of the city. A friend of a friend had recommended the small auto shop just off campus and on your day off, you decided to take her to get looked at. You prayed that it wouldn’t cost more than an arm and a leg.

“Hello,” Joey greeted you at the counter.

“Why, hello,” you smiled. “Are you the owner of this fine establishment?”

Joey grinned. “No, my brother works here.”

“Oh. Well,” you said. “You look like someone I could trust with my car.”

“I do?” Joey beamed.

You laughed. “Yeah, you do.”

“That’s great because I want to be an inventor someday.”

“An inventor? What do you want to invent?”

“I’m not sure yet. I want to make things. Fix ‘em.”

“We need more people like that. We have far too many people breaking things. We need people who want to make and fix things instead.”

“Exactly,” Joey smiled. “I’ll go get my brother.”

Joey disappeared into the back of the shop and came back a few moments later with Ricky.

Your lips turned up and your eyes brightened when you saw him in the doorway. “Ricky.”

Ricky flushed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“You know my brother?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, we sit next to each other in creative writing,” you said. “Oh, are you the cute—”

Ricky gently steered Joey back into the back.

“Go get my rag,” Ricky said. “Please.”

Joey did as he was told and Ricky sighed.

“Ugh, little siblings,” you said. “Always on the verge of spilling our secrets.”

Ricky turned, “I didn’t—”

Didn’t what, exactly? Didn’t talk about her to his brother. Tell him how she was really cute and he was lucky to be able to sit beside her. Or worse, what he actually thought about her. When he actually thought about her. In the mornings and in the evenings and every second in between, and every second after. How he loved it when she curled up in her seat and her knees pressed into his, her arm brushing against his as she wrote in her notebook.

Of course, he couldn’t say that.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I was wondering if you might have time today to look at my car. It’s making this weird sound and I’m scared it’s going to blow up or worse, die on me on the way to class.”

“I don’t think you have your priorities right,” Ricky said.

You laughed, “No. I guess I don’t.”

Ricky smiled, “You mind if I drive it around back?”

“No,” you said, handing him the keys. “Of course not.”

You placed the keys in his palm and your fingers brushed. It took every fiber in your being to not show what the simple touch did to you. Perhaps it was because you were touched deprived, or that you had a crush on him since the first day of classes or a hybrid of both, but your body heated up and you couldn’t stop it.

Ricky got in your car and turned it on, listening to the sounds it made. You watch him work. You loved his red baseball hat almost as much as you loved seeing his thick, fluffy hair, you decided. Ricky put the car in drive and disappeared around back.

“I’m glad it didn’t blow up with you inside,” you told him when he got back.

“Are you straightening out your priorities?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you smiled.

—

You talked with Joey while Ricky looked at your car. He was a sweet kid and you instantly fell in love with him. You talked about his dreams of inventing things and some of the ideas he had. He showed you his little notebook where he kept all his ideas.

“That one is really cool,” you said.

“It’s supposed to be a wind-powered generator.”

“That’s so cool,” you said, studying the picture.

“Yeah,” Joey said. “It would be better if I could figure out how to make it small enough to fit in a backyard, but powerful enough to power a house.”

“That does sound tough,” you said. “But if anyone could do it, it would be you.”

“You think?” Joey asked.

“I know.”

Joey smiled and turned back to his notebook, trying to look at his ideas in a new light.

You grinned before pulling out a book you were reading and opening it. You and Joey sat in peaceful silence while Ricky worked. You read while he tried to crack the code of his inventions.

“I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” Ricky said, walking up to you.

“Oh god,” you groaned.

“Bad news is I’m going to have to replace a part, good news is I can replace it tomorrow.”

“How much?”

Ricky sighed and rubbed his neck.

“I need to have it and it can’t be more than a new car. Just, if you promise it will run and not sound like it’s going to explode then I can find the money.”

“I promise.”

“Then that settles it,” you said. “Thank you,” you smile at him and he can’t help it as his lips turn up. “And thank you.” Joey looked up at you. “I can’t wait to see the windmill.”

Joey smiled. “I’ll show it to you as soon as I finish it.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“How are you getting home?” Joey asked.

“Taxi, I guess,” you said.

“We can take you home,” Joey said. “Ricky gets off in ten minutes and we have to go by the college on the way home anyway.”

“That’s very sweet, Joey, but I’m sure your brother wants to get home and rest.”

“It’s no problem, really,” Joey said.

You looked over at Ricky who shrugged. “He’s right. It’s on our way. If you don’t mind waiting ten minutes.”

“I don’t.”

During the short car ride, you talked about the latest assignment in class and how Ricky was loving this book of poetry he got from the library. You smiled at how passionate you both were about your love for a particular author.

It came as a surprise to you when you noticed the small tattoo on his thumb. You couldn’t help the instant thought of liking the small design. You really couldn’t help the thought of kissing it. Luckily you didn’t have to think about it too long as he pulled up to your apartment building.

“Thank you,” you said.

“It wasn’t a problem,” Ricky said.

“It meant a lot,” you insisted, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck on your invention, Joey.”

“Thank you,” Joey said, crawling over the front seat. “I’ll make sure you are one of the first people to get one once it’s complete.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smiled and waved goodbye.

Ricky waited until you were safely inside before pulling away.

“I like her,” Joey said.

“I like her, too.”

Summer Before Senior Year

It was hotter than hell but you couldn’t care. You were at the beach with your boyfriend. That was an odd thing to say. Your boyfriend, Ricky. It brought a small smile to your face every time you thought about it. You helped Ricky get the cooler and towels from the bed of his truck while Joey ran towards the sand.

“Joey!” Ricky called. “You have to help!” “Oh, let him be,” you said, patting Ricky’s arm. “We got this.”

Ricky sighed as you gathered the last of supplies.

When you had everything set up far enough from the waves that they wouldn’t get wet, but close enough that it didn’t feel like a hike to get to them, you looked over at Ricky.

“What?” He asked as you smirked at him.

“Race you?”

His face broke out into a smile. “What’s the prize?”

“You’ll have to win to find out,” you said.

Ricky studied the mischief look in your eyes just as he studied Dickenson or Whitman.

“Deal,” he finally said.

The moment the word left his lips, you were sprinting to the water. The sand was soft and warm beneath your bare feet. You loved the feeling. Almost as much as you loved the moment your feet hit the water and Ricky’s arms came around you. You were lifted into the air and you shrieked as he carried you into the ocean.

“Cheater,” he mumbled into your shoulder when you were waist-deep.

Your feet touched the bottom and you turned to face him.

“I guess that means you win,” you said.

“I believe it does,” he said. “So what’s my prize?”

You wrapped your arms around Ricky’s neck and pulled him closer. “This,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.

It was Ricky’s favorite thing, to kiss you, touch you. He loved being held by you and holding you. It brought him a feeling of comfort and security. He had proved to himself the previous weeks that he was not going to hurt you, that he was not like his father. The voice in his head had disappeared and he was able to be in every moment with you. And this moment was no different.

His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You sighed in contentment as you gently ran your fingers through the back of his hair.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away.

“I love—”

“Joey!” You shrieked and jumped away from Ricky. You were both wet head to toe now. “Get a room, there are kids here, you know,” Joey said.

Ricky laughed as you ran at Joey as fast as one could in the ocean, and jumped on him.

The young boy had grown a lot since the first time you met him. Now almost as tall as Ricky, he was all arms and legs. He often worried about his proportions but you would remind him that he would balance out soon. It didn’t always help, but it made him feel good when you took out the time and made him feel better.

––

You found yourself laying out on your towel with a book, Ricky beside you with his journal. Joey was talking with a boy a little ways away. You found your attention drawn away from your book and instead to your surroundings. Joey was laughing at what he had said. You looked over at Ricky who had his journal on his chest and his eyes closed. You buried your nose in your elbow and watched him. It was all so peaceful and warm. You didn’t want it to ever end.

“You’re staring, aren’t you?” Ricky asked.

You closed your eyes. “Am not.”

“Are too,” he said, shifting so he laid on his side facing you.

You looked at him again.

“I love you, too,” he said.

You smiled and he smiled back. Everything was as it should be.

Spring Semester Senior Year

It was Saturday and you were at the auto shop with Ricky and Joey. Ricky was under a car and every now and then you would look over the counter and watch him. The corner of your lip curved every time.

A rag flew through the air.

“Hey!” You said.

“Stop looking at him like that,” Joey said.

“And how am I looking at him?” You asked.

“Like you want to eat him.”

You flushed and went back to the textbook in front of you. He wasn’t wrong though and you knew it.

The morning passed by slowly. Ricky would appear often to drink water which he left beside you. It was quite clear that he left it there so he would have to come to you when he was thirsty and well, you didn’t mind at all. Ricky would come to get a drink, kiss your forehead or rub oil on your nose and you would laugh.

“Ugh,” Joey groaned at one point. “Do you two ever stop?”

“Do you have a problem with true love, Joey?” You asked.

“Why do you have to do that so much in front of me?”

“If you don’t like it, you can stop coming to work with me,” Ricky said. “And third-wheeling half of our dates.”

“But you guys always go to the best places,” Joey said.

You chuckled.

“Well, when you start dating, you can take your partner to the best places,” Ricky said.

“Or you can take yourself to those places,” you said.

“Fine,” Joey said, narrowing his eyes at you and Ricky before returning his attention to his homework. “I’ll stop coming.”

Ricky came around the counter to the stool you were sitting in. You ran your hands up his chest while his arms went around your waist.

“What shall we do for our next date?” You asked.

“We should definitely go to that ice cream shop,” Ricky said.

“Oh, yeah, the one with the toppings bar?”

“That’s the one,” Ricky said.

“That’s my favorite,” Joey whined.

“I thought you didn’t want to see us touching and kissing,” you said.

“And if you don’t want to see that, then you probably should come on our dates,” Ricky said.

“I hate you both,” Joey said.

You got off the stool and moved over to Joey. You ruffled his hair as you said, “You love us.”

He swatted you away. “Stop it. I’m trying to do my homework.”

You laughed and moved back to the counter as a swerving car pulled up to one of the gas stations. Ricky watched as a clearly drunk man stepped out of the car and went to pump gas.

“Sir,” you said, moving toward the man. “Sir, I think those pumps are closed,” you lied. “Let me call someone to tow you to another gas station.” Ricky tried to stop you, but you were already reaching for the pump and gently tugging it from the man. You heard him say your name before the metal hit you in the face. The next thing you remember is Ricky yelling and Joey holding a rag against your forehead. Then the man threw a punch and Ricky threw one. You were shocked and scared. Not Ricky. Never of Ricky.

Ricky was scared. You were bleeding drastically and he swore you lost consciousness. He tried to calm the man down so he could call 911, but how could you calm down the man who just hit someone you loved with a gas pump? One thing led to the next and the man threw a punch and then Ricky threw a punch. When the cops finally showed up and pulled them apart, Ricky looked over at you. You looked at him the way his mother had looked at his father, and that scared the shit out of him.

“Told you so,” the voice whispered. “You never deserved her.”

Ricky called your roommate and told her that you were being taken to a hospital in an ambulance. She wondered why he wasn’t going with you but she didn’t ask.

You got a letter from him the following day.

I’m sorry, it read. You deserve someone who doesn’t scare you.

Present

“They have had their ups and they have had their downs, but through it all, I always knew for certain that Ricky would always love her and she would always love Ricky. They showed me what a strong, healthy relationship was. Thank you. To Mr. and Mrs. Hauk.”

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