Adelina Celine Torres
"I like being on the opposite side of the sunset." I tell Ron as we dry of by the pool. The sun is pretty much set but it's on the other side of his house so we didn't see it. Lucky for me the opposite side of the sunset is the best part.
No blaring sun, just cool blues and purples in the sky that ombre up to blackness.
"Me too." Ronny says back.
We completely dry off and then head inside. Ronny is a little quieter than usual but I blame that on his embarrassment of being whooped by me in Marco Polo.
Or us almost kissing and me backing out.
When we walk inside, the cold AC hits my skin and wet swimsuit far too hard, and I immediately start shivering. "It should be illegal to keep your house at 67 degrees." I say to Ron, who shrugs, "I like it."
We walk past the kitchen to go upstairs and change and see Owen and Mike in the kitchen cooking up a storm. I thought when Ronny and I cooked it was messy, but Owen has things scattered everywhere.
"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" I say to him, since he is currently struggling to stir a bowl of something on one foot because he ditched his crutches. Mike is beside him looking extremely stressed with his hand on Owen's lower back to prevent him from falling over.
"I am making dinner." Is all he says.
"And he wouldn't listen to me when I said to at least use his crutches" Mike mutters.
"But I have to leave now, so now they're non negotiable." Mike then says, walking across the room to where Owen's two crutches were leaned against the wall.
Owen groans when Mike hands them to him. "Where are you going?" I ask.
"Work trip." Ronny answers for him, and I side eye him for not letting Mike respond. I feel Ron slightly tugging my hand indicating he wants us to go upstairs now.
"Ok, well be safe Owen and have a fun trip Mike, I am going to put on ten layers of clothing." I say, going upstairs to Ronny's room to steal some of his sweatshirts and sweatpants.
I snag a cute black sweatshirt today and black sweatpants. I feel a little emo but it's alright. I run my fingers through my wet hair and tie it into a low braid so it doesn't knot anymore than it already is from swimming.
"Get y'all's asses down here dinner is ready!" I hear Owen's voice screaming through the house. I walk out of Ron's bathroom to see he is already changed too, into black sweatpants and a black compression shirt.
Awww we are matching emos.
"You should hook me up with a shirt like that so I can show off my muscles." I say to him as we walk downstairs. I look to him and he gives me a look that makes me think he doesn't believe I have muscles.
"Never mind the shirt probably wouldn't fit me. Too jacked." I add.
When we get downstairs the smell of spices fills my nose, so does the sound of multiple voices.
"Who's here?" I ask Ronny, who shrugs.
When we reach the dining room Ron and I are met with Tony, Ben, Natasha, and Owen all sitting around the table, but they haven't started eating yet. "Hey Lina" Ben greets me and I say Hi back. I sit down next to Owen and Tony since the only two seats that were open are that one or next to Natasha and Ben.
Ron hesitates as he has to walk to his seat, looking at me like a lost puppy dog on his own for the first time.
Cutie.
"This looks amazing Owen." I tell him, looking at the filet steaks he made everyone.
We eat and everyone talks a lot. Well, everyone besides Aaron who is grumpily sitting in his chair slowly eating his food. Natasha sits beside him, spending most of the dinner staring at him.
Why do I care?
If I don't kiss him, I can't expect him to not wanna kiss other people.
Okay I'm done thinking because I don't like my logic.
"So Lina, you're in college?" Ben asks me. I nod, "I'm a junior, but hopefully I will graduate early." I tell him. "Where at?" Owen asks.
I glance at Ronny who nods slightly like he's telling me not to be ashamed of going to Stanford. "Stanford" I tell them, actually feeling confident in the answer for once.
"Damn" Tony says, while Natasha just scoffs. "How impressive, the girl with an influential daddy got into a top school. Good for you!" She says the last part extremely sarcastically. "Natasha shut the hell up." Ronny says pretty calmly but something in his tone was scary, almost threatening.
"Parents don't get daughters into med school. If it was her parents she'd be a nutrition major or some shit." Owen defends me.
I feel a little better after Natasha's comment, and the rest of dinner goes by nicely. Soon enough Natasha leaves and Ben and Tony head to bed, since they apparently live here too. How the heck did I not know that?
The house is so big I have been hanging out in the living room for the past two months and not seen the people who live here. Apparently there's like four other massive living rooms.
I start to help with dishes when Owen tries to chip in, "Owen you're bleeding!" I exclaim when I see the bandages on his arm are soaked in blood. "Oops." he says, looking to his arm.
"Mike's gone, can you fix it up for me?" Owen asks, and I nod. "Duh" I say, looking at Ronny, "See, my scenario from earlier came true."
"Owen isn't dying, and neither is Mike." He says, "Potato potato, you guys need my medical assistance." I put my hands on my hips, "Now go get me a first aid kit." I demand Ron, "Please." I add afterwards.
While Ronny is getting that, I sit Owen down on a barstool and unwrap his bandages, throwing them away.
When I look at the wound, I am surprised to see what looks like a stab wound with the stitches broken, nothing that would come from being hit by a car. "Owen?" I ask him, "Yeah?"
"Did somebody stab you?" I ask, and watch as his face goes rigid, "Why the fuck would someone have stabbed him." Ronny cuts him off before he can answer, setting a first aid kit on the counter.
"I don't know, but this definitely looks like a stab wound." I tell them. "It is." Owen says, "I just got in a fight with some guys, no big deal."
I look to Ronny, who isn't looking in my eyes.
Why'd he lie to me about this?
"Oh." Is all I say, since Owen is bleeding and I don't have the time to question why I was lied to right now.
"I didn't want to freak you out." Ronny says. I hesitate for a second, but somewhat understand. Nick used to get into fights all the time in school. I think it's just a guy thing.
Nothing ever this bad, though.
"Its alright." I say, understanding where they were coming from with not telling me the truth about it. And, I will just get more details from Ronny later when his friend is not bleeding.
I start cleaning up Owens cut, then I fix a few of the stitches that had broken on one end of it. Lastly, I wrap it up with fresh bandages and kiss the top of it. "All better."
"See, I'm a doctor." I tell Ronny, waving my slightly bloody hands in his face. "Doctors wear gloves." He retorts.
I frown, "I was acting in a case of emergency. No time for gloves. That's what the real professionals do." I tell him, walking over to the sink and scrubbing my hands until there can't possibly be a single speck of blood left.
"I think I am going to head to bed." Owen says, "Thank you Lina" He tells me before leaving.
Now that I'm alone with Ronny, I walk over near him. "I should probably head home." I say, yawning right afterwards from how tired I am.
"Stay" He says without a pause.
The last time I stayed over was before all of our ignoring-phases. Since then we have hung out a lot but mostly during the daytime.
"Ok." I look up at him, catching how he almost smiles at my response then hides it. "You take my bed."
I raise an eyebrow, "Yeah as if." I say, taking his hand and leading him upstairs to his room. Walking in, it is perfectly clean and organized as usual, much different than my room that looks like a tornado hit it 24/7.
I excitedly flop onto his bed, one thousand percent sure it's the comfiest bed I have ever slept in. The comforter is extremely fluffy and huge, and the mattress sinks your body right into it like it swallows you up. And the room is freezing, so the big warm covers feel amazing.
I try to look away as Ronny takes off his shirt, but I will admit that my eyes wander just a little bit until he shuts off the lights.
"I kinda want a tattoo." I tell him as he climbs into the bed next to me. "Like a sleeve." I joke. "Or cover my face in them."
"No." He says, laying next to me close enough for me to rest my head on him, "No." He says again, looking down at my face. "Not even a mustache one?" I ask.
He just hums, his arms snaking around my waist, one of his hands wrapping securely onto my side just barely under my hoodie so he's touching my skin.
"Ron?" I ask, wanting to bring up Owen getting in a fight. It's almost like he can read my mind because he says, "Some guys we used to do business with jumped him because he wouldn't sign a deal with them."
I frown at this, "That's awful, are they in jail?"
Ronny sighs, "Yeah, sure."
I look to him, "What does that mean?"
"Yes, they're in jail."
Good. "Ok well just don't lie to me again please." I say, and he nods.
My head is leaning on his chest and I can hear his heartbeat. Good thing he can't hear mine. I feel as he leans down and plants a kiss on my forehead.
"Goodnight Ronny."
"Goodnight Addie."
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