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

23. greater

R I C K Y 'S P O V

this week has been exhausting. i don't know, it's just..it's weird having all of my firsts be fake like this. i get that it's a lot easier for gina (because she's used to pretending to enjoy this type of thing), but i'm just not sure how much longer i can even do this. gina keeps saying we should wait until at least after our little double date thing with e.j and nini this weekend to end it, but..i don't know. i'm not even sure if what we've been doing has been working.

TUESDAY (three days ago)

"so, what exactly is your plan here?" i ask gina as she leans herself up against my locker while i'm grabbing my things.

"all will be revealed," she jokes, "you said she comes by your locker everyday, yeah?"

"yeah, any secon-oh, here she comes," i tell her, seeing nini round the corner. gina shuts my locker slowly, grabbing my left hand and sliding it into her back jean pocket. my eyes widen as i genuinely try as hard as i can not to gag-i really don't mean to, because i obviously don't want to hurt gina's feelings. there's nothing wrong with her, it's just..there aren't any of those feelings there. i still care about her self esteem though, i mean, i'm trying not to be an asshole here. that's not what this is about.

"what're you doing?" i whisper, my smiley cute facial expression not matching the concerned tone of my voice and my words (because nini's too far away to hear).

"trust me, this hurts me more than it hurts you, suck it up," she smiles back, tugging on my t-shirt. i see nini turn around and walk off out of the corner of my eye, immediately removing my hand from gina's pocket and nonchalantly wiping it on my leg so that she couldn't see me doing it (not that there was anything on my hand, i just felt kind of gross after that).

gina breathes out a sigh of relief, "did she see?"

"yeah, for sure. how was that supposed to help anything, though?"

"what, are you slow? it was the opening scene for-"

"sixteen candles," we say simultaneously, it suddenly clicking in my brain what gina was trying to do there.

"good, keep using your brain. i can't keep carrying our relationship, we can't be mr. and mrs. beard if you can't-"

"woah, slow down there, we aren't each other's beards. last time i checked i was in love with my best friend who happens to be a girl, so-"

"nonono, think of us like the roosevelts. or the kennedys," she laughs.

"they were not gay!" i joke back in a low volume, just in case somebody's listening.

"they most definitely were, and i'll take it to my grave," she chuckles as she walks off.

WEDNESDAY (two days ago)

"are you sure that looks real?" i groan, tilting my head further to the side as gina applies more of the different shades of purple eyeshadow to my neck. we're sitting in my car in the parking lot before school, gina leaned over the console putting her years of makeup expertise to use.

"here, see for yourself," she says, pulling down the car mirror/sunblocker thing from the roof of the car.

"woah," i say, examining the fake hickey on the side of my neck (that was placed just perfectly to the point where if i wore a certain type of shirt it would cover it, so she wouldn't have to keep re-applying it).