𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 || rini au

can i call you tonight?

ricky's pov

"why are you still here, lynne?!"

"because my flight doesn't leave for another few hours!! you know, todd actually enjoys my company-"

"well, sorry we aren't the perfect family you were hoping for!! sorry i'm not todd! if you don't like us then you can leave, i know you just love doing that!

"good, because guess what?! i'm pregnant! and it's todd's!"

wait, what?

it's been a week since my mom and my dad's last big argument, but this so much worse. it's one in the morning and they're still screaming at each other. is she joking? she's really pregnant? is she just gonna move to chicago with this todd guy and start a new life? is she just gonna forget about us? i feel the tears start looking in my eyes, but this time i can't run. i have to keep listening to them talk about how i'm not good enough for my mom. did i do something wrong? i need a distraction, because it's pretty apparent that i'm not going to get to sleep anytime soon. i call red, but it goes straight to voicemail. he goes to sleep at like nine, so he's probably long gone. i look through my contacts and see schtewpid's name. am i allowed to call her? it's not like i'm gonna be able to tell who she is just by her voice, especially not with salt lake city's terrible service.

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unknown

hey
are you up?
i really need to talk to someone right now

of course :)
when i said you could always talk to me i meant it

can i call you? or is that against the rules?

i think we can make an exception

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my finger nervously hovers over the contact before i finally press it and dial her number.

nini's pov

"hey, what's up? are you okay, love?"

shit.

i'm doing my british accent! i can't help it, this is the first time i've ever talked to him. i've been up all night reading my new virginia woolf book, trying to get all of the events from the past few weeks off my mind.

"wow, i guess you weren't lying, schtewpid," he sniffles.

"hey, that's mr. mazzara to you!" i joke, trying to lighten his mood. it seems to work, because i hear a small laugh come from his end. i put my book down and get under my comforter, laying on my back facing the ceiling as i talk to him.

"but seriously, are you okay?"

"kind of? not really."

"well, i'm here for you no matter what. you can tell me anything...but we don't have to talk about it," i tell him.

"it's just..my parents. they won't stop fighting, and now my mom's got this entire other family..and everything's different."

"but that's all it is, right? different? it's not necessarily bad," i say. i have no idea what to tell him, since i don't know exactly what's happening.