Ricky Bowen Sickfics

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Hey guys this part is inspired by something I keep seeing on twitter lol I hope people like it the idea is a rini rain kiss that could take place in s2 

also i just realized that i don't know anything about what will happen in s2 so if ur reading this after s2 comes out this was written before it so this is just my interpretation based off of the last episode of season 1 thx bye

also i don't really have a reason for ricky to become upset so i'm gonna make gina act real out of character real quick sorry gina stans

Nini's POV

Ricky and I had been a little distant for the past week or so. His mom sent someone to come get the rest of her things and it was not sitting well with Ricky. I tried to be there for him as much as I could but it was hard sometimes. I didn't know when he needed space or when he needed me more than ever. But still, I tried to always do what was best. 

We were in the chorus room. It was a few weeks into rehearsals. Gina scored the role as Belle. EJ was cast as the Beast. Ricky was Gaston. I was playing Lumière. Seb was playing Le Fou. That's all that's important for right now. 

We were starting to work through some minor things when I heard Ricky start to get into a little bit of an argument with Gina. They were squabbling over something and I heard Gina hiss, "At least you have one of your parents."

Ricky's script dropped out of his hands. Silence fell over the chorus room. Ricky turned and bolted. 

"I'm going after him," I said. Before anyone could say anything, I raced after Ricky. He was heading for one of the exits to the building. 

I was really hoping he'd take a turn before he went outside, it was pouring rain. It wasn't too warm either.

Ricky didn't turn. But I still followed him outside into the freezing rain. 

"RICKY!" I shouted, once we were outside. "RICKY, COME BACK!"

Ricky stopped. He was about fifty feet away from the school and I was about twenty feet behind him. I started walking closer to him. Even if it wasn't raining, Ricky's cheeks would still be wet. I could tell by the redness of his eyes. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

"Do I have the right to be upset about any of this? Am I lucky that I still have my dad with me? Gina doesn't have either of her parents here. What should I be complaining for?" Ricky cried. 

I frowned. "Ricky, of course you get to be upset."

"I've probably just been pushing you away and making you hate me and you'll end up leaving just like my mom and then I'll really be alone," Ricky kept spiraling. "Is it all in my head? Am I supposed to feel like everything's okay because hey I still have something. God, fuck. You don't need this, Nini. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to have a total fucking mess as your boyfriend. I'm so sorry."

I almost didn't know what to say. I spoke, "Ricky, you are allowed to feel the way that you feel. You're allowed to complain to me about it, that's what I'm here for! I love supporting you and I always want to be there for you when I know I can make things better."

Ricky and I stood there for a few moments in silence, the only sounds were the wind and the rain drops pelting down on us. 

"I'm sorry," Ricky sobbed. He pulled me into a tight hug and we stood there for probably two minutes. 

I was soaked, but I didn't care. Ricky pulled away from the hug and looked me in the eyes. His eyes flashed down to my lips and then he leaned in. I met him halfway. We stood in the rain and kissed and felt all of our emotions flushing away like the rain water going into the sewers. 

When we parted, Ricky brushed some of my wet hair back. "I love you," he said. 

"I love you too, Ricky."

I didn't mind helping Ricky and staying out in the rain with him, but I knew that things weren't going to end up well for Ricky and I was right. The next day, Ricky came to school and he was sick. 

"Hey, Nini," he said as he walked up to my locker first thing in the morning. 

The first thing I noticed was that he was incredibly congested. I could always tell when he was because of how he'd pronounce my name. It always sounded off. Next, I turned around and actually looked at him. My jaw dropped. "You don't look too good, baby." 

"I know," Ricky sighed, "I stayed up late last night thinking about everything that has happened and I don't think being out in the freezing rain yesterday helped." He chuckled a bit but it turned into a small cough. 

His eyes were tired and glassy and his nose already had a light pink hue to it. His lips were chapped and his hair was messy. 

"You gonna be okay?" I asked. 

Ricky nodded. "Yeah. I'm just catching with a cold, or something."

I wanted to hold his hand but Ricky declined, saying that he didn't want to get me sick. I frowned and jutted my lip out and pouted by Ricky still refused. I knew that would change soon, once he really started feeling poorly. 

We had second period together and then I would see him at lunch, and then I wouldn't see him again until the end of the day. 

In second period he was doing a bit worse but he was mostly just sniffly. By the time we got to lunch, Ricky was resting his head on his arms on the table. I rubbed his back. 

"How you feeling?" I asked. 

Ricky lifted his head up. "Not great," he said, then cleared his throat. "Do you have any tissues?"

I checked my bag but I didn't have any. I handed him a few napkins that I had picked up while getting utensils. He held one up to his nose and caught two sneezes in it. He then blew his nose. 

"My god, Ricky, what happened to you?" Carlos asked. 

"You look like you got hit by a bus!" Kourtney chimed in. 

Ricky laughed, "Yeah, I feel like it too. I have a cold." 

Hm. He had already progressed from catching a cold to having one. 

"You're still coming to rehearsals, right?" Seb asked. 

"Yeah, of course," Ricky said. 

EJ jumped in, "Just saying, you better not get me sick."

With either the best or the worst timing, I still can't tell, Ricky snapped forward and sneezed into his elbow three times. He sniffled and laughed awkwardly after. "I'll try my best," he joked. 

At rehearsals, Ricky's voice was hoarse and he was pretty congested. He kept pausing to blow his nose or rub at it. By the time rehearsals were over, Ricky seemed exhausted. 

"Hey, you doing okay?" I asked. 

Ricky nodded. "Yeah, it's just a bitch of a headcold. I'm gonna go home and take a shower and then take some NyQuil and pass the fuck out."

"Ricky Bowen going to bed at 9pm? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?" I joked. "You must really not be feeling well, huh?" Ricky usually went to bed no earlier than 2:30 am.

"I think I have a fever," Ricky said. "I feel all achy and I kept not knowing whether I was hot or cold."

I frowned and put my hand on his forehead. "You're a little warm," I said. "Well, let's get you home. I'll drive your car and then have one of my moms pick me up."

"Okay," Ricky agreed. "Can I have a hug?" 

I put my script down and pulled Ricky into my arms. I held him there for a few seconds until he let go. 

"Okay, I'm ready." He sniffled harshly and rubbed his nose on the sleeve of the sweater he was wearing. 

We got into his car and I drove him home and helped him get his shit together once we got there and I left as he went upstairs to shower. 

All because of a kiss in the freezing rain.