Two extremely intelligent and hardworking people with no real family left anymore end up crossing paths.
Will it end in hatred or will they end up finding an unexpected home?
I do not own the characters, only the storylines
"Things and people don't need to constantly be defined to be loved unconditionally."
"PLEASE STOP" she screams loudly, a few stray tears on her cheeks. He jolted up immediately, looking over at her restlessly moving around in her sleep. She wakes up breathing heavy.
"Neens.. neens hey.." He cups her face gently. "Look at me.. right at me.. you're safe". She settles at his touch, her breathing soon returning to a regular pace. "What time is it?"
"6:48" he replies groggily checking his phone. "Go back to sleep, I think I'm gonna get up"
"you sure you're okay Neens?" he mumbles kissing her knuckles. "Yes, I just feel like getting up" she replies. He nods, dozing off again. She tip toes out the room, walking to the living room. The sun isn't out yet but it's not dark outside.
She walks to the sliding glass door that leads to his deck, putting her palm against the freezing cold glass. She gently opens the door.
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She steps out, an immediate chill going up her spine. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the frosty air. She stands there for a long while with her eyes closed, letting her thoughts clear out completely.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" a voice yells out from behind her.
He runs up to her "hands up Ace" he says sternly. "You're being dramatic Bowen" she groans, complying. "I'd rather you not freeze to death okay? it's literally 2 degrees outside." he says putting her arms through the sleeves of his hoodie. "You cannot stand out here in boxers and a t-shirt" He mutters. "Can I?" he asks in a softer voice. She rolls her eyes and nods, smiling to herself. He picks her up and takes her inside, gently putting her on the couch and covering her in blankets as she makes grumpy faces at him. He clicks a picture of her making faces at him.
"that is literally the worst picture Ricky delete it!"
"no"
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He goes over to his room and grabs her beanie, comes back and puts it over her head. "You're such a grandma Richard"
"you're freaking santa claus"
"santa claus??"
"I don't know okay its like 7:15 I'm not functioning yet" he mumbles, grabbing a small remote and pointing it to the glass below his mantle which then lights up into a fireplace. "just warm up please?"
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"who taught you how to cook?" she asks him as they sit on the couch eating breakfast. "my dad did, my mom never cooked, literally Cici and her burned the kitchen down once" he laughs "my dad cooked most days, like ever since I could remember he's the only one who cooked"
"that's sweet" she smiles. A notification pops up on her phone, disrupting the conversation. "ugh" she groans "so my bag is not in your car it's at Seb and Carlos's place, Madi's getting it when she gets Cosmo, Seb's off work"
He laughs at how annoyed she is. "Real mature Richard real mature, what on earth am I wearing to the academy now? my clothes from yesterday have literal diner food on them" she grumbles sipping on ice coffee.
"just borrow something" he says getting up, taking their plates to the kitchen.
5 minutes later....
Ricky has his hand clasping him mouth as he laughs uncontrollably "I'm sorry I'm sorry" he says proceeding to continue laughing. She's standing in front of him with his sweatpants dropped around her ankles because they were too big. She waddles to the bed and proceeds to through pillows at him. "Okay okay! maybe there's like something from when I was a kid I'll look."
"AHAH! here you go" he smiles proudly handing her a space t-shirt and pajama pants. "Are you serious?"
"Its either this or my underwear, pick your battles"
"you're an ass" she death glares him, going to bathroom. She comes out 30 minutes later in Ricky's old space t-shirt and checkered pajamas, her hair in a towel. He's sitting on the bed already showered. "I look like a twelve year old"
"you look cute"
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"Do you have a blow dryer? I don't want to catch a cold." She takes the towel off her head, droplets of water dripping onto her t-shirt. "Yeah, can I help?"
"with my hair?"
"mhm"
"okay"
They go the bathroom, Nini sits on a stool with her legs crossed in front of the mirror and Ricky stands behind her. He takes the towel and dries as much of her hair as he can, then moves on to the blow dryer, patiently drying her hair in segments. They blast reputation, Red and Lover on his blue-tooth speaker dramatically lip-syncing to the songs in the mirror. She looks down at her lap smiling, thinking about the fact that this is the first time she's been like this with someone, the first time someone has made this much of an effort with her.
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Now he's sitting on the stool as she meticulously applies concealer to his upper neck. "I feel like I'm in high school again" he chuckles. "aaaand you're all done" she says double checking it. "is it showing on mine?" she asks cocking her head to the right. "nope you're all clear too"
She stands behind him, leaning down and kissing him for a second. He blushes immediately, his phone beeps repeatedly "shit we are gonna be late"
"that is true" she says as he gets up. They turn off the lights and grab their things, rushing around the apartment, Nini put on his Stanford hoodie and her leather jacket as he grabs his coat. He puts her beanie over her head and kisses her forehead before they head out the door.
