"When is Rachel due back?" Richey asked Nicky, tapping his hand on his thigh nervously.
"Not in a few hours, I've already told you this. Would you please calm down?" Nicky pleaded, though he had to admit there was something funny about Richey's desperation in this situation.
"I know I've already asked..." Richey admitted quietly "But if this blows up, there's going to be a big mess for you to look after," he chimed sadly.
"Oh, just me, then? What about you, what are YOU going to tell her?" Nicky raised his voiced a notch, to assert the importance of the matter.
"I would tell her the truth," Richey hissed. "That's why I should leave everything concerning her up to YOU," he continued more jovially.
"I can't resist you when you're like this..." Nicky supplied defeatedly. "Let me just finish my cup of tea first."
It wasn't long after that a loud, clattering noise made its way undermistakably from behind the clear glass windows. "It's raining," Richey observed, turning his head to look.
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Big Ugly Story Starters
FanfictionI'm a bandslash writer, and I've piled up a lot of writing over the years that I'm *not* going to finish. These story starters will usually be a few paragraphs long. Everything here is free to use. You don't need to tell me if you've taken any of th...
