Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

pinky promise - Rini (HSMTMTS)

"Nini!" She heard her name being called out from down the hall. She glances quickly to see her best friend approaching her, "You're coming tonight, right?" he asks.

Ricky Bowen, her best friend since kindergarten. Growing up, they were attached at the hip, if you're looking for Ricky you'd probably find Nini and vice versa. Even with their varying interests, Nini in theater and the arts, while Ricky's in sports, they still supported each other in their own separate endeavors.

It was the first football game of the season, and Nini hasn't missed a single one since he joined the team in their freshman year. Even if he wasn't always out on the field, even though she never really understood the rules and how the game works, she was always there cheering him on. She spent weekends and evenings sitting with him while he watched game tapes, seeing what they could do to improve their plays. He would nudge her and point things out, she would simply just hum in acknowledgment, her focus fixed on homework, knowing he just needed to voice his ideas out loud. And in return, he would watch a musical of her choosing or help her run over some lines.

"I'm coming to the game, yes." She informs him, nodding slowly, closing her locker and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

He gives her a look as they head out of school to his car, she knew what he actually meant with his question. She promised him, once junior year started, she would start going to some of the after parties that some player from the team usually throws. He tosses his arm around her shoulder, "Nini, please, you promised." He pouts at her, shaking her body a little to get her to comply.

She huffs out a breath, "Okay, fine, fine. But when I say I want to go home, we go home." She tells him, pointing a finger in his direction emphasizing her point.

He shoots his other hand up in a fist pump, "Yes, I promise," he quickly kisses her temple, "I'm glad you're coming. Maybe I'll finally have fun at one of these things." He jokes.

She jabs an elbow into his side, the action not fazing him even in the slightest, "Don't lie, I know you like going to them."

He laughs, "Why do you think I always come to yours after? I'm not really a fan of parties, I go because I feel like I have too," he confesses, "Plus, I don't have my other half with me." He jokes, prodding her cheek, trying to get a smile out of her.

She relents, letting her smile peek through, "You're trying to be cute and it's not working." She teases, as she slips out of his hold to open the passenger door. After every party Ricky had attended the last two years, without fail, he would show up to Nini's house with a bag of snacks that he picked up along the way, every time expecting a movie night.

"You're mean." He says, settling himself in the driver seat and starting up the car.

As she buckles her seat belt, "I love you," she sings, smiling at her best friend.

"Yeah, yeah, love you too," he says dismissively.

He drives them to her house, and promises to come pick her up at six, with the game starting at seven. Nini will be early, but at least she'll be able to pick out a good seat.

She quickly sends a text to Kourtney, telling her she gave in to Ricky and is going to the party, needing some advice on what to wear to the game that'll also be appropriate for the party. As if Kourtney was just waiting by her phone, Nini's phone starts vibrating, Kourtney requesting to FaceTime. Nini instantly slides the screen, accepting the call.

"Nina Salazar-Roberts is going to a party?" Kourtney says, in replacement of a greeting. Nini nods, setting her phone down on her phone stand that sits on her desk. "What has Ricky Bowen done to you?" she jokes, shaking her head.