Ophelia giggles as she throws another grape at Ricky who tried to catch it in his mouth.
"You suck at this!" She laughs.
"Or maybe your aim just sucks." He fires back.
"No, it definetly is you." She nods her head.
Ricky shakes his head, leaning back against the couch in her bedroom. "I just realized this is the first time I'm in your bedroom."
She shrugs her shoulders. "I guess we just liked the hotelroom more."
"It was more like we were alone there, but sure." He snorts.
"True." She sighs as she gets out of her bed. "I really should start packing. Although I have no clue what to take with me."
"Ooh!" Ricky jumps up. "The red lacy croptop, you look good in that."
"I'm aware you like red and lacy on me, Bowen." She looks up for a second before turning back towards her closet.
She infact does grab the red croptop.
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MIDNIGHT MEMORIES || r.bowen✔️
Fanfiction"Baby, you and me stumbling in the street, singing." Ricky Bowen is worlds most famous singer, people either wanna be with him or be him. Ophelia Anderson is a girl who lives in Salt Lake City, she was never meant to meet the guy but when they hit o...
