“Happy birthdayyy toooo meeee, happyyyy birthdayyyy tooo meeee, happy fckingg birthday to mysellllffffff…” there was a large grin on Ricky’s lips as he stood in Logan’s room, screaming at the top of his lungs with a breakfast tray in his hands. “happy birthdayyyyy toooooo meeee” . Was Ricky being purposefully annoying? Mayyyybeee. Was Logan now awake? Yes. The girl had come home the night before very late due to her part time job, and he knew she had to wake up early. With Ricky actually not being able sleep for most of the night, he thought, why the hell not. Why couldn’t he sleep? Well… having your first birthday without your brothers there could be problematic… to someone who cared… he clearly… didn’t. Anyways…
As she groaned awake, Ricky jumped on the bed beside Logan - putting the tray so she could eat before school. Was it sweet? No… please don’t call Ricky sweet. He was the furthest fcking thing from that. He just… was bored and Logan happened to be there. After a short and “sweet” (not really) conversation about how Ricky was going to effectively skip school today because birthday boys don’t go to school - which apparently Logan didn’t believe was a real thing - he found her leaving as well because apparently, that sentiment didn’t apply to her. What a borrrringgg chick. In any case, after she left, Enrique was left with a few options - most of which included avoiding his brothers which was great, and avoiding his parent’s phone calls trying to schedule their annual family birthday dinner. The only phone call he did answer was Isabella’s and… I mean how could he not? That was his little sister.
It was around late morning when his dog started barking, meaning that a walk was imminent. How sad… he really had to put on clothes. Yeah… he wasn’t lying about the birthday suit thing. Though, he wasn’t going to bother wearing a shirt when he didn’t need to which is exactly why he ended up walking outside shirtless with his dog in tow.
Did he expect to see one Annie Williams walking up to him with a… well… pretty damn strange request. Especially after he had seen her drive with the last time they were in a car together - and let’s just say, it wasn’t pretty. “Well… I’d think I would have to come anyways, seeing how you’re…” he started, trying to figure out how to phrase the next par to his sentiment. “Well let’s be honest, Annie, driving’s not your strong suit.” There was a smirk on his lips as he waited for her to continue. Perhaps most people would have said no in this situation - trust, after all, was a hard thing to give in this century. But, then again, Enrique wasn’t most people. He didn’t say anything as he started walking back towards his building, but when he was a few steps away he finally added “You coming?”
Ten minutes - that’s how long it took for Ricky to change and make his way back towards his aquamarine convertible - sitting in the driver’s seat with the girl situated beside him. “Annie. You kind of have to tell me where I’m going,” he stated after a few seconds of waiting in silence.
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