Doki Doki Movie Club! - A SM AU Fanfiction!

38: Spending The Weekend With Rick!

(IF ON RICKS ROUTE)

After a few hours there, I eventually leave Radfords house and give him (and his family) one last goodbye before heading to my vehicle. Though as I walk to it, I still feel a little uneasy—and I frown to myself thinking about what he just said.

Would he be okay? I mean.. he seemed kinda paranoid. Maybe I could try convincing him to talk to a therapist about it or something.

Either way, I didn't really have time to think about it right now. Radford didn't want me to cancel my preparations with Rick, so it was probably best I brushed it off for now.

Once I got to the car door that led to the driver's seat, I unlocked the door with my key, and slipped inside so I could drive back to my house.

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"Eh..?"

I slow down my car—noticing something that makes my heart slightly beat with panic. As I park next to the driveway of my house, I notice another vehicle parked on it, and a certain figure standing calmly by it—slowly turning to glance over at me.

Once I park, I immediately get out of my car, and anxiously say with a wobbly frown, "Sh—Shit—Rick?! Sorry! I didn't know you'd get here so early!"

"..its okay." I can barely hear Rick say as I walk around my car, and toward him as he stands upon the driveway.

"You.. you weren't just waiting here, were you?" I breathily ask—feeling myself begin to become anxious just thinking about it.

"..no. I just got here."

"Oh.. well, sorry about that. If I had known you'd be coming this early, I would have hurried back here."

"It's okay."

I then feel my eyes linger toward his hands. He appears to be carrying a bag of some kind—with supplies like pens, colors, papers. It seemed he managed to get everything we needed. I weakly smiled at that.

"Looks like you got everything.." I chuckled. "Here—why don't we head inside? I have everything I bought in my room, so we can just get started in there."

"..okay." Rick says flatly.

"Do.. you need any help carrying that?"

"No. It's fine. Let's just go in."

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"..it's really clean in here."

Rick says that as we slowly head inside of my room—and I only nervously laugh in return, sheepishly scratching the back of my head. "Yeah.. I decided to clean before you came over. Didn't want it to be a mess when I had a friend here.."

"Oh.." Rick pauses, standing still. "Well.. thanks. You didn't really need to do that though. I don't think I would have cared either way."

"Na—Nah.. its fine. Cleaning actually feels kinda good anyway." I shrug. But my eyes immediately widen with panic and my face flushes warmly when I notice him heading toward a drawer.

"Ah—wait! Don't.. don't look in there. It's—uhh.."

"..why?"

"Just—just don't, okay?"

Rick arches a brow, but quickly retracts his hand and shrugs. "..okay."

"Uh.. well.. now that you're here.." I sigh, "How about we get started?"

"..okay." Rick says. He then lifts his bag up, and says with a neutral frown, "..I'll work on the decorations and the stuff I brought for the atmosphere."