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PRINCE• sept

very special thank you to @sehoul for the gorgeous typography.

PRINCE ❥ chapter sept 

"I'm hungry," I whine.

"What do you want to eat?"

I don't know how, but there's a seatbelt restraining me. I frown and look out the window, waving goodbye to the house I'd occupied for I don't know how long. A door open and slams and I turn to see a guy with a baseball cap on.

"I want Wendy's." I smile at the idea. "Take me to Wendy's."

"Alright, alright, Fiore."

"I don't like that name."

"I'm calling you a flower, beautiful."

"I don't like that either. I don't like flour. Reminds me of Casper."

He snorts, "Sure. What do you want me to call you?"

"Catwoman!" I put my fingers up and cover my eyes, "She's so badass and sexy. Damn, Hallie Berry is A1."

"No one says that, Elle."

"I obviously do."

"You're drunk."

"You're mean. I want to go home." I crossed my arms. "Who are you again?"

"Either you have zero tolerance for alcohol, or I need to take you to a hospital. It's me, Niko."

"I don't like that name."

"Niko?"

"Yeah. Reminds me of the guy from that video game."

"Grand Theft Auto?"

"Yeah," I hummed, reaching over and grabbing the cap and putting it over my own head. "You need a new nickname."

"Why don't you just call me Nikolai, then? You seemed really insistent on it earlier."

"Okay." I nod and show him a small smile. "Call me... Elle."

"But everyone calls you that." I started to feel a lack of attention.

"Hmph."

"Sure, hot-stuff. I'll just call you Eliza."

"Whatever."

I felt the car jerk and gasped before screaming, "We're gonna crash, we're gonna crash!"

"Shut up. Do you want to go in or drive through?"

"I--"

"Let's go inside. You don't have anywhere to go anyway." He parked the car and soon enough helped me out of it, gently guiding me into the fast food restaurant. I fell into a booth and watched Nikolai laugh at me. Why is he laughing? Why is he here? We're not friends.

"What do you want to eat, Fiore?"

"What language is that?"

"Italian. But you already knew that," he stood from his seat. "Food?"

"Kids meal! But large! Lots of chicken nuggets. And vanilla ice cream and soda."

"Sure."

After a little bit, a paper cup was placed in front of me as Nikolai returned to the seat, a receipt in his hands. He stared at me quizzically.

"I like cats," I blurted.

"How about I call you micino?"

"What's that mean?"