𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | rini & jolivia oneshots

home is where the heart is

Falling for someone that you've been never even met is all part of this class assignment.

"Class, I've assigned a list of pen pals from various states around the country for you," Miss Fitchett said. "I expect you to write them at least once a month, in your own handwriting, no emails. Do not publish their address online for hackers to steal, and be considerate."

Nini groaned as Miss Fitchett handed a jar filled with strips of their pen pals' names in it around the room. Finally, she got to Nini.

Nini closed her eyes and withdrew a slim piece from the jar. She opened it and read the name and address information of her pen pal.

Richard Bowen, 4702 Windy City, 64389 P.O. Box, Chicago, Illinois

Wow, that was a lot to take in.

Nini didn't want to do this assignment, but it did count for 70% of her final grade. After all, she did want to pass middle school. That night, she sat at her desk, wondering about what to write to him. Or them. Or whatever his pronouns were.

October 21st, 2017
Dear Richard,

Hi, I'm your pen pal, Nina Salazar Roberts, but you can call me Nini. I am 14 years old, and I live in Salt Lake City. So, you live in Chicago. Do you have any siblings? What's it like in the Windy City? Have you ever had deep-dish pizza? Is it so windy that people get sucked off of the ground and fly over the clouds? Have you been to the site of the Saint Valentine's Day massacre? Have you ever visited one of those super tall skyscrapers? What does a Chicago hot dog taste like? Is it any different from a Salt Lake hot dog? Please answer me back!

From your pen pal,
Nini.

Nini enclosed a picture of herself in it, then rode her bike out to the post office and mailed it, hoping that he might reply.

One week later, Nini was biking to the post office from school, and she eagerly checked her mailbox for a letter. She saw one that was addressed to her and read the contents.

October 28th, 2017
Dear Nini,

Hi. Your pen pal Ricky Bowen here. Don't call me Richard; my mom tends to name her children like their grandpas. To answer your questions, one, it's actually quite cool, and no, I don't have any siblings. Living in Chicago is good and bad at the same time. The pros being one, every place is super close to each other, so it doesn't take any more than a five-minute walk to get to a friend's house. Even at midnight, if you're hungry, there are food stops to eat that are still open. The bad things are that the air is polluted, animals are killed, and there's a lot of pickpockets. Furthermore, it does snow every winter and gets freezing temperatures. Yes, I've had deep dish pizza. It is the most amazing thing in the world. There are so many toppings available, and the tomato sauce is the best part. It's sweet, slightly salty, and sour at the same time. You probably didn't expect me to be a food connoisseur, did you? No, I haven't seen any cases of people flying over the clouds yet. That may just be an urban myth, but who knows? It could happen. I have seen the garage where the massacre took place, and it was creepy! I may even have taken a picture with a ghost, but that may be the light. My dad works in one of those super tall skyscrapers, so I come there every day after school. I'm actually writing this in his office right now. And to answer your final question, I don't think that it's any different besides the fact that Chicago hot dogs are basically just made up of mustard. Thanks for writing, and I have some questions for you! Are the lakes in Salt Lake really made of salt? Is it already snowing over there? How's life? Please respond!