Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

My Favorite Part - Rini (HSMTMTS)

i.
"Oomph!" Nini groaned as she crashed into something hard, and fell onto the concrete.

"Neens?! You okay? Nini...?" a voice could be heard through her phone, which now lay on the grass beside her, next to the sidewalk.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Nini, still fazed from the fall, looked up at the figure that stood above her. Her eyes slowly adjusted, and a tall, curly-haired boy came into view. He had a sheepish smile on his face, and held out a hand to help her up. Nini took it gratefully. She hoisted herself up, and held up one finger to pause the boy who had opened his mouth to continue speaking.

Nini picked up her phone from off the grass, dusting it off on her skirt. "Hey Kourt. Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I just fell, but I'm all good. I'll see you in just a bit, okay? Bye, girl. Love ya."

Once she hung up, the boy continued. "Sorry, I was moving in and carrying that box over there," he gestured to the large box now abandoned on the ground. "I didn't see you and I guess you didn't see me. And I hope you're okay! This is probably a bad first impression for a new neighbor."

Nini laughed, "You're all good. I'm pretty clumsy as it is. I trip on that step on a daily basis, with or without your help. So, moving in, huh? What's your name?"

"I'm Ricky," the boy supplied.

"Nini," she smiled. "Well, I have to meet my friend Kourtney for lunch and I'm already a few minutes late. But, it was nice to run into you." He smiled at that. "Good luck with moving the rest of your stuff! And I guess I'll be seeing you around."

"Bye, Nini."

ii.
Nini rolled over in her bed, pulling her pillow over her ears. Music had been blasting from her neighbor's room for over an hour and she just wanted to sleep. She had an early studio session the next morning and she was going to kill whoever she was making that racket. She was an up-and-coming performer, and was still using her own hard-earned money to book the space. She was not going to waste the time she had booked, and at this rate she was going to walk into the studio sleep-deprived and with a groggy voice.

Nini heard glass shatter and some screams and laughter. That's it. She threw her covers off, marched out of her room and banged on her neighbor's door.

A clearly intoxicated Ricky opened the door and Nini's eyes narrowed. "You."

Ricky's eyes were wide as he stared at her, and Nini realized she was still in her pajamas consisting of shorts and a tank top without a bra. She crossed her arms over herself and humphed, turning to go back into her room with one last sentence "Keep the music fucking down!"

She slammed her door shut.

iii.
Ricky did not get the memo, and the loud music continued every night for a week. Nini was livid. How could this boy afford to party every single night? Did he not have work or something else to do with his time? He was lucky her studio time had gone okay the other day, despite being barely able to keep her eyes open. Coffee and red bull was the world's greatest invention.

This Friday night, Kourtney was sleeping over, a little curious about the noise Nini had been complaining about for a daily basis.

The girls had put on a movie and were lying on Nini's bed when all of a sudden, they heard what sounded like a stampede coming down the hallway.

"And so it begins," Nini announced, exasperatedly. As if on cue, the music turned on.

"Well..." Kourtney began, and Nini turned to her, eyebrow quirked. "If we can't beat 'em, join 'em."

And so, the two girls got to work, calling everyone on their contact lists to come over for a party.

A small group assembled about a half hour later. The posse included: Carlos, Nini's producer, with his boyfriend Seb; Kourt and Nini's best friends from high school, Gina and Ashlyn; and Ashlyn's cousin EJ who was visiting Ashlyn for the weekend, so she had dragged him along.