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After eating two pizzas between only the two of them, they were now laying on Nini's bed talking about anything and everything.
"I beat you! C'mon no one can beat me on Timber! I own Just Dance!" Nini exclaimed. She was laying on top of Ricky, playing with his ring. She loved these types of moments, just the two of them hanging out.
"Fine! But next time we are playing something I'm good at!" He felt her laugh and whisper a "fine'; then falling into a comfortable silence. They stayed that way for a while, they didn't bother. It was a great thing, to feel so comfortable with someone that even in silence, you feel safe and non judged. After a while Ricky broke the silence.
"What do you want to do after graduation?" he said, you could feel the nervousness on his voice. They both had said before how much they hate thinking about the future. But now the future was a month away. Inevitable. He heard her sigh.
"I applied to colleges and everything. But I don't know yet. I just wanna leave this town."
"Why?"
"We moved here because of my moms' jobs. They said they would be home more, and when we were living in Texas they were always flying here. I was 8 when we moved here, and I hated it. We moved in summer, so I was alone, friendless and my moms were never home, they would leave me with a different neighbour every day. They would tell me that they were just figuring things out. 10 years later and they are still figuring it out. I don't know, if we have dinner together twice a week without talking about work or something, it's a miracle. They leave before I wake up, and come home late at night. If they are not working, they are at some meeting or with friends. I just- I feel they forget I exist sometimes. And every summer we go to my Lola's house at the beach. They tell me to take advantage of it and enjoy it with my cousins. Then we come back and they get back to work. I know I should be grateful they even have jobs but... I miss my mums, you know? This house just reminds me of how alone I am. I guess I want to start over somewhere else, so when I come back here, I can enjoy those days and not care when it will be over." she wanted to be sad telling it, but she was so used to that feeling, it was normal to her. She felt him hold her closer as she was talking. Usually she would change the subject quickly, not wanting all the petty and looks from people. But not this time.
"That sucks, Neens. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. You are helping me have new memories here, happy ones. I hate people coming to my house because of it. But I trust you enough, Bowen." she turned around to kiss his cheek, earring a smile from him. "Now you, what's your plan?"
"Leave, get a job, help my dad move where he wants to be, not where someone told him to." he paused for a moment, battleling if he should tell her or not, but when he looked at her, he trusted her enough to open up. "Around two years ago, my parents got o divorce. Everything was fine, they had their rules and they got along nicely, until last year that my mom got a new boyfriend. She became another person, she was never home, she would leave me for a week without food or money. I would go to my friend's house or call spy neighbour. Until my dad found out. Everything was a big mess, she would blame me for talking and her boyfriend got in the middle. My dad took them to court, he got me, but she sued him for - I don't even know. She made everything up, so he has to pay her every month until I turn 21. That's why he is always working, and I try to help him as much as I can. We moved here because he had my grandma's house, where we live now. We both mint to leave, we didn't want to move away but he had to sell our house, and this was the safest way to stay away from my mum. I want him to move back to Chicago, my mum moved to Italy or something, I don't know. I haven't talked to her since the whole trial thing. I just want him to be happy, you know? He supports me in everything." he was about to cry, he only told his friends his story around two months ago, it was a fresh wound, it still hurt. He felt Nini's arms around him, hugging him. When they broke apart he saw her with tears in her eyes. He hates pity and fake worriness. But this was not the case, he knew how much he meant to her, even if it was hard to believe. They came back to their original position, but this time with his arms around her torso, and hers on top of his.
"I wanna be a singer. Or a songwriter. I'm scared of it, but I don't know... At least hove small gigs in shops or something. It's a long shot but I think it's worth it." she stated.
"Of course it is. Nini, you are one in a million talented. I know I'm going to be your fan, and I will take your picture with Taylor Swift when you guys hove a coital), they both toughed. "I don't know what I wanna do. I guess I'll see. Ito young and maybe in two weeks I wanna be an actor and in a month a lawyer, who knows."
"Well, whatever you decide. I'm here. Always, okay?" she turned around, she sat next to him, so she could kiss him properly. It started as a sweet kiss, as always. They never took that step. The kiss started to gain more and more passion. She started to slide her hand into his hair, and he grabbed her closer. She ended up on his lap, one of his hands playing with the end of her hair, and the other doing small traces on the space between her shirt and her shorts. He could never get enough of the taste of her lips, they tasted like strawberries as her usual chopstick, she would apply every hour. Her hands stopped at the end of his shirt, breaking the kiss to look at him. She saw how swollen his lips were, and how breathless he was. He nodded and grabbed her face in between his hands. He pecked her lips, and she stopped him before he could kiss her again.
"I don't know if you know this but, I've never done this, I'm kinda scared." she whispered. He kissed her again, softly.
"Me either. Don't worry. We are not doing anything you don't want to, okay? We have all the time in the world." he assured her.
"I want to. I mean, before I was so shy and insecure, but with you it's different. I love you. If you don't, I get it. I do."
"You're my dream girl. I love you, okay? I don't want you to feel rushed or anything." Her response was to kiss him again, both of them smiling. It surely was a night to remember.
