C Minor // R5

Vows and Secrets

"WHO PUT THE BANANA IN MY BAG?"

too good :)

Enjoy!

~E<3

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The days are passing quicker and quicker now that we are getting closer to the end of filming. It's unfortunate, and Ross and I both know what's coming. On Thursday, Ross and I sit next to each other, waiting for our break to be over. We're filming meant to be, which means we get to dance outside, which is something I love.

"Nina?"

"Yea?"

"I was thinking...you know...we might not see each other ever again after filming wraps-"

"Ross."

"Wait. So I was thinking we should write vows." He says. My head shoots up. I look at him. What? He looks at me and sighs. "I'm not asking you to marry me!" He says, making me laugh. "Jeez Nina just because of some bad pizza and Romeo and Juliet doesn't mean we're getting married!" He mocks me. We burst into laughter, probably too much for just mocking, but I think we do because we don't know when our last shared laugh will be.

"Okay then, what do you mean?" I ask him.

"I mean we write our favorite things about each other and our promises to each other as best friends and our last day in Puerto Rico, we will read them to each other." He says.

"I don't want to hear them then." I say.

"Why?" He asks. I look at him.

"Cause that means we're leaving."

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And in the blink of an eye, Saturday was here and there were only two more weeks in Puerto Rico.

"It's going to be fine! Stop worrying!" Rydel assured me. She was sitting on my bed playing a game on her phone. I was sitting at the desk writing vows. I throw my pencil down and put my head in my hands.

"You don't know that Rydel." I say, I walk over to the balcony. I look at the waves going at the same pace they've been going at since the night Ross and I went on our not-date. I hear Rydel sit up.

"Nina, come here." She says. I sigh and leave the beautiful balcony. I sit next to Rydel on the bed and she takes my hands.

"When ever my girlfriends are stressed out, I have each of us share one secret. It helps us get deeper in the friendship, and take our minds off the stress. I'll go first." She says. I nod and she begins looking around the room, thinking. "Oh! I know!" She exclaims. "One time, when I was in kindergarten I sat next to this kid who was talking bad at Riker and I started swearing at him. Like, hard core, bad swears, and of course, I didn't know what they meant, but I got suspended!" She says. I am laughing extremely hard, because I can just imagine little blonde Rydel swearing at this kid and the kid's look being priceless. I sigh after my fit of laughter.

"That was great!" I say. She laughs.

"Trust me it was. The kid never said anything else about any Lynch!" She said.

"Okay me." I knew what I wanted to tell her, but I didn't know if  should. I decided to go for it, because I feel like I can really confide in and trust Rydel. "Well, you know how you guys asked me if  play any instruments or sing at dinner the other week, but I said no?" I ask. She nods. "Well, I lied because I do, but I'm not very good." I say. She gasps and smiles and claps her hands.

"What do you play?" She asks

"Well, I sing, I mean, I used to, I was never very good, but I did. I play bass and Piano. I used to take piano lessons, and I loved it. I used to take them everyday, but I started not to like it, so I stopped taking lessons and I just kinda continued myself, playing songs I like. I also taught myself bass because I found one at a yard sale and I became obsessed with how it sounded in songs, so I can play it pretty good." I say. She squeals. I notice how her squeal sounds a lot like Ross'.

"Sing!" She squeaks!

"What?"

"SING!" She squeals with excitement.

"Rydel, I don't sing anymore. I can't. I'll send you a video of me playing bass when I get home, but no singing." I say. She sighs.

"Okay...but you know-"

"Rydel!" I stop her.

"Fine, no singing. Jeez." She says. "Ross is gonna be so excited!" She says.

"No! You can't tell Ross!" I say.

"Why?"

"You can't tell anyone! I'm not good and...I'm not a pop star, just...just don't tell anyone." I say.

"Okay, okay." She says, and pretended to zip her lips and throw the invisible key behind her. I chuckle.