𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | rini & jolivia oneshots

find my way back to you

If two people were meant to be, is it fate or just purely a coincidence? Would they find their way back to each other?

After six years of disappearing, Josh suddenly appears back in an old flame's life. She finds herself in an awkward position—should she stay or let him go?

Slightly inspired by @oneshotR's "Suburbs" story.

Some cursing and mature language, more than I usually write in. Maybe it's to make this more realistic?

Completely fictional, if you're wondering. I like to make up random stories with characters and write them out.

Angsty, immensely.

Olivia

Dear Joshua,

    It's been a while since I've written to you. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to leave a text or a voicemail first, but that seems a little...old-fashioned.

Well, to start off this letter formally, how have you been? It's six years since the final season of HSMTMTS premiered, and I've been well. You've been off the grid for quite a while, and I'm hoping you're still alive and kicking.

Life's been good. I'm not an actress anymore, but I still write songs. I even started my own record label, called Rodrigo's Records. I also have a kid. Hah, surprised much? He's six, and his name is Oliver, Ollie for short. If I put this delicately, he's your son. After I told you that I was pregnant, you ended up running off to Sabrina because you didn't want to be a dad at 21. Furthermore, you left me a single parent at 19.

If you ever get this, just remember that I meant what I said in that song I wrote about you. I've honestly never forgotten about you, but it seems you have me.

Yours truly,
Olivia

I sighed as I glanced at the letter. I placed a stamp on the corner, and before I could chicken out, I put it into the mailbox. I felt like Sophie Sheridan when she sent the three wedding invites to her dads.

"He'll never receive this," I sighed.

Still, deep inside, I still held out hope that he did. I shook those thoughts away. No, definitely not. I'm not a teenager anymore.

"Mommy!"

"Hey, buddy!" I exclaimed to my six-year-old son.

"What's for dinner?"

"I think I made some cacio e Pepe last night, let me check."

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. I made a mental list of the possibilities of who it could be.

1) It could have been Madi or Iris coming to catch up with me. However, they never knocked.

2) It could be one of my fellow castmates, visiting for a nice cup of coffee and to see their nephew.

3) Most likely my parents. This apartment doesn't have a doorbell, and my parents always wanted to know how I was doing and visit their only grandson. They spoil him to death, and he loves it.

4) A client wants to meet with me about an upcoming project.

5) No, there's no way in the world. He's been gone for six years and he ran off with his blonde girl.

"I'm going to go get that," I told Ollie.

I opened the door and gasped.

NO. FUCKING. WAY.