Solnishko (little sun)
Maddy didn't have the heart to tell her new friend the truth about her cheerleading skills. The girl looked like she was having a blast despite doing butchering every stunt in the book just as her accent did with their cheers. Ophelia had no sense of rhythm or flexibility but you had to give it to her—the girl had spirit. She was lucky Maddy liked her enough to keep her on the team but there was a long list of other things Ophelia wasn't good at. The girl was a reckless driver for starters, she also didn't know how to ride a bike, swim or have any household skills. Her social skills had some room for improvement as well. She wasn't very good at taking hints or social cue's which was weird since everyone liked her so much but despite her many—and I mean many—shortcomings, the girl was a fucking sweetheart. She was spoiled as fuck as well.
"Papa! Are you home?" Ophelia had just gotten home from her very first cheer practice with the rest of the team. She felt pretty good about herself since everyone kept telling her what a good job she had done. "In here, Solnishko" Her father's voice boomed from his home office.
Ophelia was always taught never to enter her father's office unless summoned upon and for the past 17 years, the girl had never broken a single one of her father's rules. She has always been a relatively easy child to care for but that's really only because she traded her obedience for material possessions. Everything about the blonde screamed nepotism. You didn't need to have a single conversation with her to know she hadn't worked a day in her life and honestly, I don't think she ever plans to. She was similar to Maddy in that sense—they both enjoyed doing nothing. She liked expensive fur coats, handbags and gold jewelry. She never went anywhere without her hair perfectly blowed out and a deep shade of red adorning her lips. Even at her worst, she still looked like a fucking doll. It wasn't until I had gotten sober, I began to understand what Ashtray meant when he said he thought she looked 'unreal.'
"I have some loose ends back home that need fixing." Alek Morokov sadly looks up to his only child. "—It won't take too long. 3 weeks at most, sweetheart" Ophelia's face drops at her father blunt news.
"'Vut we only just got here, Papa"
"I cannot leave anything to chance. There are people looking for us" He sighs.
"When do you leave?" Ophelia's doe eyes widening
"Midnight" He stands from his office chair to walk over to his daughter. Alek Morokov was not a tall man. He stood level with his teenage daughter at 5'8. "You tell no one where I am and do not try to contact me." He looks her dead in the eye, looking for a sign of understanding which Ophelia nodded to. "I left cash in the safe—do not spend it all" He smiled pointedly at her. He knew that money would be gone within a weeks time. The girl never left a fucking dime to spare.
"I promise, Papa" Ophelia gave him a knowing smile. She already had a mental checklist of everything she'd do with that money starting with a new wardrobe, maybe even a dog.
"I have to start packing. I'll be gone by the time you wake up tomorrow." He hugged her daughter before walking out of the office to assess his luggage.
Ophelia spent that night binge watching american teen movies. She was absolutely fascinated by our way of life but more importantly, it gave her idea's of all the things she could do while she was here. The thing about Ophelia was while she loved to day dream. She never actually took any action to achieve of those idea's because well, she was lazy but laziness aside, she had an A type personality. She had this strict routine she needed to follow everyday or she got fucking anal about it.
The sun was barely up at 6:30 am when Ophelia got out of bed. She made her bed, brushed her teeth and threw on a fur coat and some shades. Her perfect blowout from yesterday still intact. She was ready for her morning walk. The same time, get up and walking route everyday like clockwork. It would deeply disturb her when she fails for follow her morning routine. It was one of the few important things people needed to take note of with her. She walked all the way to a local coffee shop nearby to pick up her usual order and continued her walk.
Now, I don't know if Russians are built differently but on weekends, Ophelia would go on three hour walks sometimes without breaking a sweat in her fur coat even in California weather. Today was different though, someone did have the audacity to interrupt her morning walk—a tiny familiar 13 year old boy.
"Yo, Ophelia!" Ashtray's voice behind her yelled out.
"Ah.. it iz you again." Ophelia turns around. "I have zeen you more in ze past few days than my entire stay 'ere"
"Am not normally out this early but Fez needed help at the shop this morning" Ashtray caught up with her and the two began walking at a similar pace. "So, what's your deal?" He looks up to the tall girl
"My deal? 'Vhat you mean?" Confusion clouded her face.
"Like what brings you all the way here? Did ya'll move here for good?"
"Something about my father's business and as far as 'am concerned, I hope it iz for good"
"So I take it, you like it here"
"Do you not?" She inquired looking down at the boy as they walk towards the corner store.
"I'on kno. I guess. I don't kno much outside here. This shits my whole world, ya kno?" This got the kid thinking what it would be like to have had a regular life and the taught easily scared him. Ashtray's one brave motherfucker but the taught of being away from everything he knows, especially Fezco deeply frightened him. The two brothers would go to war for each other. They'd kill for one another and die for one another. "Where you headed to anyways?" He tries to change the topic
"Nowhere actually. I just wanted to walk 'vut I was thinking about getting a dog today." Ashtray looks up at her with interest at the mention of a canine, something Ophelia quickly picked up on. "'Vould you know where I could get one?"
"The shelter?" He replies as if it were common sense. "I mean, there's one a couple streets away but I'm pretty sure you'd need to bring paperwork—you know, ID's and shit"
"I don't think that vould be necessary" She lightly responds. "Vould you like to come? or does your brother need you?"
"Fez can manage" Ashtray quickly responds, fully knowing Fezco called him early today for good reason but he was always fond of dogs and felt oddly safe around the Russian immigrant.
It was a 9 minute walk to the nearest shelter. Ophelia knew right off the bat she didn't want to get a young dog. She wanted something calm and low maintenance. Basically, she just wanted some company at home.
The shelter was fucking packed. It was clear they were over capacity but didn't have the heart to put any of them down.
"It's probably cause no one in the town owns a damn dog" Ashtray comments. He wasn't wrong.
Ophelia walked around the entire shelter twice, making sure to look at every canine in the eye as if it told her anything about them until she eventually settled on the biggest fucking dog they had there. "That is not what I was expecting" Ashtray stares at her dog of choice.
"'Vhat did you expect?" She shrugs
"I'on know maybe a tiny pom or some shit. Anything but that"
"You no like him?"
"It ain't that. Just didn't know you were the typa girl" He smirks
"You do not know me then" She smirks back before facing the worker stood behind them. "I'll take him"
"Sure! I'll need to see some ID and proof of residency. Paperwork might take a week at most" She enthusiastically smiled at the blonde
"That will not be necessary" Ophelia flashed a sicken smile to the worker as she handed her a stack of cash she pulled out of her handbag.
The thing is, the Morokovs weren't in US soil legally. They had no paperwork or ID's they could show to anyone for anything. They carried a sickly amount of cash around because none of them had credit cards. They made sure everything about them was traceless. It was the one thing she had in common with Ash, they both weren't on government records.
The workers eye widened at the stack of cash handed to her but nevertheless accepted it and accommodated to Ophelia's demands. "Is there anything I need to know about him?" She asks
"Uhm.. His name is Carter—a retired military dog. We're not sure how old he is exactly but we're guessing around 7-9. He's well trained and should cause no problems as long as he's walked."
"Zat will be no problem. Thank you" The worker hands the leash over the Ophelia who gladly accepts it. "Do you vant one as well, child?" She turns to look at the boy.
He did. Ashtray had always wanted a dog but Fez never let him get one, said it was too much work. It had never occurred to the kid that he could just bring one home. What the fuck was Fez gonna do about it? take it back to the shelter? no fucking way.
"Uhh.. can I?" Ashtray unsurely looks up to Ophelia just like a child asking his parents for a new toy.
"Sure. Get Vhatever you want" She shrugs like its nothing but Ashtray already had his eyes set on one. It was a tiny Maltipoo that was scratching the walls of her cage, desperately trying to get closer to Ashtray.
"I figured Fez can't be mad once he sees this tiny thing" He stares at the dog with a minuscule of the smile on his face while Ophelia secretly passes the worker another stack of cash, nodding her head in Ashtray's direction.
Ophelia decided to walk Ashtray back to the corner store, where he was almost an hour and a half late. He had put his phone on dnd when he realized he wasn't showing up anytime soon despite having texted Fez he was on the way like two hours ago. He was carrying his new dog in his arms while Carter walked next to Ophelia. It was clear as day how happy the kid was.
"'Ey! you lil' shit. Where the fuck was you?" Fezco yelled when he spotted the two walking towards the store. He was sat out in front, waiting for Ashtray. He had thought something seriously bad had happened to the kid. It was one of the constant worries he had working in the drug business.
"Chill the fuck out. I got held up-"
"-Please fucking tell me that dog ain't yours" Fezco interrupted as he spots the tiny brown ball of fluff sleeping in his brothers arms.
"Don't yell. Can't you see she's fucking sleeping" Ashtray answered back, softly putting a hand over the dogs ears. "Insensitive, motherfucker" He mutters as he walks past Fezco. "Thanks for today. You're cool" He turns back to face Ophelia before letting himself into the cooler and shutting the door behind him.
This left Fezco and Ophelia standing awkwardly in front of the convenience store.
It was 5 days after they had first met and in those five days Ophelia bothered me non-stop about Fezco. I just kept telling her that he was interested. He wasn't though or at least he had never mentioned anything to me but it kept the girl happy so I continued to do it everytime she asked. I thought that as long as I kept her happy she would continue to unknowingly fund my Ocxy's. I never believed in love at first sight but at this time, I had already met Jules whom I was busy following around like a lost puppy so you know what, maybe it was love at first sight.
"Gud Morning, Fezco" She gave him a tight lip smile.
"Mornin'" He slowly replied, taking a hit out of his blunt. "So, you get that dog for him?"
"If I say yes, will you be angry?" She offers him an innocent smile. "He seem like he really wanted dog"
"Yeah, he's been bothering me about that fo years, thought he long forgot it by now" He blew the smoke out.
"'E's a nice kid." She looked at him before slowly shuffling away to go back home.
"What he name her?" Fezco yelled out as the girl began to leave.
"Princess!" Ophelia turned and yelled back before leaving his line of sight with Carter next to her.
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a/n : let me know what you think of it so far? does the wrong grammar/spelling of ophelia's speech bother you too much? are the chapters too wordy? (the average word count is 2,000 right now) what do you think of ophelia's character? do you prefer a slow burn or an us against the world type of story?