𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | rini & jolivia oneshots

if one thing had been different

I want to get this finished before 2022, so here we are.

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Dear Ricky,
Hi. Okay, just hi. A simple conversation starter. Hi.
This is...I went old school, I know. Voicemails? Why couldn't I have sent you a goddamn carrier pigeon instead, you know?

Um. Yeah. That's it. Wait...So...the truth is, I can't stop wondering about this...I may or may not have seen you at the bus stop, or hallucinated, seems more like it. Turns out you weren't even there in the first place! Yeah...*chuckles awkwardly*

God, now I sound stupid. Uh, you should know though, I...never made it to LA. After you left, I just...started waiting tables at a dinner and worked at the theater. That's been basically my entire life for four years now, ha. You know the greatest films of all time were never made.

I guess...it would have been fun. With us. You know, maybe I wanted you, you wanted me, but we were children who were too wrapped up in our own problems. Me with chasing my dreams, you with...well, whatever dreams you're chasing.

Now that I'm on the topic; you're doing cool shit, aren't you? I heard you've been having adventures with that woman you brought home from the Internet on tinder or whatever shit dating sites there are. She went to our school, right? I think her name was Liliana; blonde, rude, a freshman that definitely wanted to hook up with you for four semesters straight?

It's... odd, we never expected to end up like this. But then again; we never really painted by the numbers, did we? Yet...we still made some memories that counted.

*pause*

Ricky...There are days I wonder; if one thing had been different, would anything be different today? Maybe...perhaps, we wouldn't have all those miscommunications, maybe you would've been the one for me...after college, get married, have a lot of kids, grow old and grey together, die together. We really discussed all those plans in ninth grade? I guess it's a nice fantasy for two people in love, but not us. I...honestly thought we'd be the exception to survive in this world that destroys any hope of love, but it's not meant to be after all.

So I really just bared my heart and soul into this voicemail that I don't even know you're going to receive! Maybe you changed your number or something, but if this doesn't get to you, then maybe it's better. But still, I'm taking a huge risk doing this. And, if you do find yourself in SLC when tis the damn season comes around...you can find me right where you left me.

Love...Nini.

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I don't even know what the fuck this was—but if Henri II can have a 38 year old mistress at the age of 15, I can write some terrible bullshit based on a dream I had at 4 AM. (What period of history am I in?!)

Keep reading. Keep writing. Keep dreaming.

-V