𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢 - 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐮

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧

NINI'S POV

"nini, when are you going to get back anyways?" 

"yeah, literally. like when are we going to see you?" 

i let out a massive breath as i threw yet another shirt into my wide open suitcase. i mean, could they just not see that i was packing at the moment? you would think that phone cameras would show enough of you based on how pricey they are but nooooo. 

i was ripped off.

"gi, madi." i exclaimed, exasperated. "did you not hear me when i said that ricky and i are leaving later today? and i'll see you when i get home, i promise." 

gina raised a suggestive eyebrow through the screen. "why, neeners? you got stories for us or something?" 

oh boy, do i have stories.

seeing as i was never good about hiding things or lying, a massive blush spread over my cheeks and my head hung low. ugh, i hate it when that happens. like, we get it; you like him. you don't have to get all cheesy about it, that's gross. 

but then again, i am the hopeless romantic and i am the one who has literally been searching for my soulmate my whole life. 

that's not cheesy at all. right? 

the girls saw my reaction (how could they not? but they didn't see my suitcase??) and immediately knew what it implied. which is great for them, by the way, their smart. it's NOT good for me.

"oh. my. gosh." madison drew out as her jaw began to slowly drop. "you two totally made out." 

"MADISON!" i shouted, my flushed face turning into a lovely shade of red. "you don't have to be so brash about it!" 

and of course gina joined in. ugh, engaged women. what is their problem? "you guys totally did!" she squealed loudly. "neens! you found yourself a man! you finally got a man!" 

"who got themselves a man?" the familiar voice of gina's finace, ej caswell boomed from gina's side of the phone, making the curly headed girl turn to him and smile. 

"nini did!" she exclaimed.

just then, ej appeared next to gina and gave nini a quick thumbs up and a proud smile. "ay, i knew you had it in you roberts!" he congratulated before leaving and shouting after him. "good work!" 

was ricky my man? 

i mean, like he was my man but he wasn't my man if you feel me. different ring to the words. changes the meaning entirely. 

"uh..." i muttered out awkwardly as i glanced around the room for my missing shirt; a thing that is often lost. "he's not exactly 'my man', if you catch my vibe...." 

the girls seemed to get confused by this, because they both fell silent as they looked through the camera. 

madison was the first to speak up, her tone coming out in a puzzled manner. "so you two have kissed, but he's not your man?" 

well when she puts it like that it hurts a little bit. 

"so, what? you are like friends with benefits?" gina stuttered out, her eyes widening nearly to the size of saucers. "nina marisol salazar-roberts!" 

i grimaced at the use of my full name. don't get me wrong, it's a good name; marisol is the spanish word for sunflower, my mama d's favorite flowers, and believe it or not it's a popular middle name in filipino culture. i personally think it's beautiful name, but if you are going to shout my overly extensively long name, i'm going to feel like i'm in trouble.