Rick and Samuel had been living in the same apartment complex for a while now, both of them coming from distant worlds, and ending up here by mistake. They quite enjoyed telling eachother about their own worlds, which is how they quickly became friends.
*knock knock*
Before I could get to the door, a ghost floated through.
"God damn it Rick, a door isn't made to float trough!"
"I know, but it's easy, and I'm stupid-"
Both of us laughed at the dumb reference. "Anyways, why did you come here, do you need anything?"
"Nope, just wanted to chat, as usual!"
Is that ghost ever not happy?
We sat down on the couch and started chatting about various topics. Eventually I noticed Rick sitting way closer to me then before. I wonder how that happened. He was sitting so close, I could just hold his hand- No wait what am I thinking? That's not normal. Right?
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When Our Hands Touched (A Slick Fanfic)
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