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HEYYY!!! so like- not to sound stuck up or anything but

THIS CHAPTER HAS TO BE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SO FAR CUZ OH MA GAWSHHHKDGSGAJAKAKA

ENJOY!!

it's been yet another long and boring day stuck in this hotel room. but, on the bright side, throughout this...quarantine type of time, ricky and i have gotten significantly closer.

i've learned a lot about him and...i hate that i'm saying it, but he's not actually a bad kid. he's kind, caring, funny, and not to mention he's literally the hottest man alive.

"okay...i was a tap dancer until the age of 8, i had five chickens, and...i got detention for a full week in middle school.", i say, chuckling a little.

ricky and i are sitting on the couch and it's around 9am now. we've just been talking and hanging out all this time since we have nothing else to do.

"okay i'm gonna say the lie is that you got detention for a week.", he says, a slight unsure look on his face.

i shake my head, pressing my lips together. laughter escapes my mouth when his jaw drops open and he looks at me with widened eyes.

"according to you, you were like the most perfect kid in middle school!", he jokingly argues, "how'd you manage that?!"

i giggle, "i was late to class too many times."

he shakes his head, sending it into his palm. i chuckle, falling back on the couch.

"so what's the lie?", he questions.

"i never had chickens.", i say, "although i really wanted some."

he laughs, letting out a breath and staring up at the ceiling. i'm sitting crisscrossed on the couch, facing him so my eyes drag along his upper body, eventually leading to his face.

i bite my lower lip, turning my face away from him, letting out a sigh. i stare towards the window, my thoughts seeming to consume me.

"you okay?", he asks.

i clear my throat, "uh- yeah...yeah i'm okay. i'll um...i'll be right back."

he nods his head and i get off the couch, walking into the bathroom. i blow a stream of air out of my mouth while resting my hands on the counters and looking at my reflection.

i grab my phone off the counter, calling ej. i hold the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing.

"hey what's up?", he finally answers.

"i need to talk to you.", i say, my voice quiet to avoid ricky from hearing.

"what's wrong? are you okay?", he questions.

"i don't know what i'm feeling.", i breath out.

"what do you mean? are you sick-"

even though he can't see me, my body reacts by shaking my head. i put my phone on speaker, turning the volume down before i set it on the counter. i rest my hands on my hips, staring down at the lit up phone screen.

"i don't know—i don't know how to explain it.", i say, struggling to find the right words.

"what's it have to do with?"

i pause for a moment, unsure if i want to continue or not. i suck in a breath and blow it out of my mouth.

"ricky.", i hesitantly reply.

the other line goes silent and i immediately regret everything i've just spilt. i run my hands through my hair before down over my face.

"nini...", he clears his throat.