𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 (𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚) || hsmtmts au

19. cough syrup and expired raisins

N I N I 'S P O V

beep-beep!!

i hear the sound of ricky's car honk as i'm gathering my things for the party, making sure i look good enough. ashlyn's house parties for special events are usually themed (not to be confused with her after-parties, they're two different things), and tonight's theme was "y2k" (early 2000's). obviously, i just had to wear my butterfly clips, because when else would it socially acceptable to wear hair accessories from claire's when you're a senior in high school? anyway, ricky had gone home to change, giving me an hour to get ready before he came to pick me up.

i rush down the stairs, waving to my moms and promising i'd be home not too late before i head out to ricky's car, opening the passenger door.

"did somebody order an uber?" ricky asks with a charming smile as i hop in the passengers seat.

"i did, but i hit the button for my best friend, i wasn't expecting y2k adam brody. is it the same fee?" i joke back.

"mm, uber ricky is usually a little bit more, but i lower the fee when the passenger looks like victoria justice-"

"victoria justice?!" i giggle.

"yeah, right now you look like the girl from victorious."

i laugh, "i do not look like her, you need glasses."

"nope, i've got 20/20 vision miss justice."

"shut up," i roll my eyes playfully as he starts the car.

..

"i'm pulling into mcdonald's, what do you want?" ricky asks me.

"oh, no, i'm good."

"really? no, i'm getting you fries at least."

"ricky, i told you, i don't want any."

"okay, fine. but i'm still getting fries," he tells me before pulling up to the microphone and ordering a large vanilla milkshake and a medium order of fries.

when he gets the food, he pulls into the parking lot to eat a little so he's not eating while driving. i gesture for him to give me a sip of the milkshake, just deciding i'll take care of it later. he holds it up to my mouth with a smile, watching me drink from the straw.

"you got your lipgloss all over the straw, i'm gonna murder you," he jokes when i'm done, taking the lid and straw off to dip our fries in.

"oh, that sucks, because i think you have some right..there." i lean over and quickly kiss his cheek, my tinted lipgloss leaving a clear mark on his face. his jaw drops in offense as i giggle, popping a few fries into my mouth.

"i wasn't joking. you're dead, sal-robs. i've got a hatchet in the backseat and a good place to bury a body, so.."

"yeah, but who's gonna give you all of your homework answers when i'm dead??"

"uhm..big red will."

he tries his hardest to keep a straight face before we both burst out into laughter, ricky dipping his finger into the milkshake and swiping some on my nose.