𝕎𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

So long I was lost, so good to be found

A/n, ^ all the picture fit perfectly. I'm so happy 

"You're not talking." Nini said. 

"We're reading..." Kourtney and I replied. 

We had met up in Nini's bedroom because she apparently had a gift for Ricky, and she wanted us to tell her if giving it to him was a good idea, because according to her 'There's no judgment more honest then that of people who don't want to be associated with stupidity' I agree completely.  

"Come on, it's not a novel. It's just four words. Four little words." Nini said. 

"It's jewelry." I pointed out. 

"It's a dog tag." Nini defended. 

"But he's gonna wear it around his neck." Kourtney said, handing her back the dog tag necklace. 

"That's jewelry." I pointed out again. 

"Silly opening night gift. I'm sure Ricky's gonna give me something too." Nini reasoned. 

Kourtney and I looked at her skeptically. 

"What?" she asked. 

"I just think it's deep." Kourtney explained. 

"Well, it should be. We've come a long way, and Ricky's been, kinda, great lately." Nini smiled fondly. 

Kourtney's phone dinged. She picked it up and looked at the screen. 

"Woah..." she gasped softly. 

"Is everything ok?" Nini questioned. 

"Is it Tonya Freeman again?" I asked. 

"Miss Jen asked if I knew Taylor's lines." Kourtney told us, not tearing her gaze away from her phone. 

"Wait, what?" I exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at her phone screen. 

"'Haven't stopped thinking about your sound check.'" Kourtney read "'You have the best voice in Northern Utah. Please say you'll go on for Gina tonight.' And then there's like a hundred emojis!" 

"Oh, my gosh, Kourt!" I squealed. 

"So, you approve of this?" she asked me. 

"Of course!" I smiled. 

The three of us squealed. 

"How am I gonna know the lines? What am I gonna wear?" Kourtney exclaimed. 

"I think costumes will be provided." I grinned. 

Confessional 

*Sitting on the stairs in Nini's house* 

Carmen: Ok, yes, I'm a little pissed that someone who didn't even audition is getting a role, but Kourtney's my friend -Probably my best friend- and I want her to be happy. So... *Clasps hands together* I'm going to swallow my jealousy, and just... try and enjoy myself. 

End 

We had made a makeshift stage in the gym where we'd be performing. 

"We've got mystery flowers, people!" Carlos announced, carrying an absolutely humungous basket of flowers. Not bouquet, fucking basket.  

Well shiver me timbers, I guess public school kids can spend a lot of cash too. 

"Wow, those are massive." I said. 

"Why mystery?" Ashlyn asked. 

"There was no card, so I'm guessing it's dealer's choice." Carlos shrugged "But if I had to guess, I'd day they're for our leading lady..." he continued, smirking at Nini.