We're Going to Venice (Reira)

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira found herself smiling brightly when Mischa ran out to her. It meant that she was going to stay and that Reira wouldn’t have to watch her friend walk away from her. Those were always hard and she usually ended up crying silently like a little baby because of it. Returning Mischa’s hug with open arms, Reira laughed in relief, squeezing her tightly.

Then the two separated and stared at each other momentarily.

“Please don’t apologize. I understand now that you had no choice. It’s very hard to deny my Uncle and I do miss Venice, more then you know. I miss Demetri, I miss the Boys, I miss Nicolaas, I miss the cove we used to swim in and--oh of course you can come in! Sorry, I guess I got carried away…”

With a huge smile, she placed her hand in Mischa’s and led her into her home. Well Demetri’s home technically, but she liked to pretend she owned it. Leading Mischa into the living room, she gestured for her to sit down, while she walked into the kitchen. If her friend looked around the living room, she would see that it was lavishly decorated, with various paintings on the wall and probably the most notable was the picture frame that was of her and Matrim.

“Do you want something to drink? Eat? I can make you anything…then we have a lot of talking to do!,” she laughed then. “It’ll be just like old times, us staying up all night talking!”

[Mischa Badoer]

Well, there yeah go. When ever they fought, they immediately forgave each other. Reira let her come in and she showed her around slightly. It was a pretty snazzy place and she appriciated the decorating taste.

Mischa smiled, as she walked up to the picture of her and clearly this Matrim character. She was smiling from what Reira had said, not for the picture.

"Yeah I miss those times...binging out on a shit load of junk food while gossiping about God knows what... But um.. I would like just a glass of water if you don't mind. I ate on the plane, but I'm thirsty from the drive here." she still stared at the picture. They seemed happy, but still.

"Speaking of Nicolaas.. he is still single yeah know?.... Talks about you.." her gaze left the picture and she smiled sitting herself down on the couch. She normally wouldn't do that, but where ever Reira was, she felt at home; so, she made herself at home. She lauhged a little, making it obvious what she was hinting at.

"So.... how is it here? Is it...fun? Better than Venice in anyway? 'Cause so far all I see is morbitly obese Americans eating at McDonalds..."

[Reira DeMorvick]

Righto, a glass of water it was then. Reaching into the cupboard, Reira grabbed two glasses and poured some filtered water into them. She was quite thirsty herself and it wouldn’t be good for her to get dehydrated at this point in time. Holding the two glasses, she took a sip of one and proceeded to bring the other one back to Mischa.

"Speaking of Nicolaas.. he is still single yeah know?.... Talks about you.."

Reira nearly chocked on the water she was swallowing. After a small coughing fit, she sat down beside Mischa and gave the girl her water. Nicolaas? Still single?! Holy crap, what was the guy holding back for? He was drop dead gorgeous and shouldn’t have a problem getting any girl he wanted. On top of that, he was a complete sweetheart! Him still single was a very impossible notion.

“Are you serious?! No way, that’s a lie,” she joked, knowing Mischa would never lie to her. “He probably only still talks about me because I’m Demetri’s cousin. That’s all. It’s business talk.” Reira nodded and nudged Mischa. “One time I caught him staring at you---ehhh, ehhhh!”

There was a moment of silence as Reira took another sip of her water. Mischa asked her another question, which made her burst out laughing.

“Mischa! Hahaha!! It’s not that bad…can’t say it’s better than Venice, but I love it here nonetheless. Besides, wherever Matrim is, I’m happy, so where I’m living doesn’t really matter…”

Her eyes fell on the picture of them.

“Mischa, there’s something I need to tell you. But, I want you to promise not to jump to conclusions, alright?,” she said, playing with her engagement ring.

[Mischa Badoer]

“One time I caught him staring at you---ehhh, ehhhh!”

She looked over at her with perked eyebrows. "Not my type." she said simpley.

Her and Reira laughed at the fatty joke, and Mischa listened to her explain how it wasn't as nice as Venice, but still nice enough to live here...

“Mischa, there’s something I need to tell you. But, I want you to promise not to jump to conclusions, alright?,” Mischa's brows furrowed as she stared at her friend. She looked troubled... along with the fact she was fiddling around with an engagement ring.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuum. I will try not to." she said with a smile, but gave her a little nudge with her elbow. "hahah just kidding. sort of..." she ahd a smile on, trying to get Reira smiling too. It was no fun when she wasn't smiling. What could it possibely be? A death in the family? Nah, couldn't be it... they were supposed to be having deep funsies chats... not saddening ones.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Yes, she realized she had brought down the mood, but this couldn’t wait. Mischa already knew that Reira was going to get married sooner than planned. The one thing she didn’t know, was why the date was pushed forward. Reira had to tell Mischa this now, because as of late she really could use someone to talk to about it. Matrim was always there, sure, but it just wasn’t the same as talking to a female about it. After all, it wasn’t the men that had to push the thing out!

As Mischa nudged her, telling her it would be alright, she smiled slightly too. This was good news to her. Something that brought her pleasant thoughts everyday. Taking a breath, Reira had placed a hand over her stomach and made eye contact with her bestie.

“Mischa, you already know that I’m going to be getting married soon. Not only that, but I’m pregnant.”

Reira was watching her facial expression and bit her lip. She was wondering what she was thinking right now. Her opinion mattered to Reira, her thoughts, her advice. Course, she left out the part of how Demetri wanted her to ‘not’ have the baby. It was the main reason she avoided talking to him and returning to Venice. Because even though her child was unborn still, she loved it unconditionally.

[Mischa Badoer]

“Mischa, you already know that I’m going to be getting married soon. Not only that, but I’m pregnant.”

Her expression remained calm and collected, though she bit her lower lip. her finger came up and she scratched her upper lip, before standing up from the couch. She paced a couple times. Well that sure as hell complicated things.

"Does...Does Demetri know?" it would have been a really dick move if he did know. Mischa wouldn't have forced Reira into going to Venice if she would have known about the family....

"Oh...but congratulations!" she turned and gave her a hug. How do babies make everything okay? Though Mischa isn't a big child person. They gave her the creeps 'cause they were like midget midgets....

"but I swear if he did know he is going to get a mouth full!"

Shame it was with Matrim also... Maybe thats why she loves him? Only for the baby? thats how a lot of teen pregnancies work... the baby keeps them together until the guy further more fuckes up.

"When is it due?" now it was getting a little more girlie up in huurr!

[Reira DeMorvick]

Oh dear, Mischa was pacing…and scratching her upper lip. It could only mean one thing…she was thinking. That in itself told Reira that she was possibly weighing the pros and cons. She just really hoped Mischa would be a friend about it and support her, unlike Demetri. The one time she needed him the most, he had turned his back on her. Well, that’s what it seemed like. It’s not like he kicked her out of the house or anything, they just weren’t on good speaking terms.

“Yes he does know.” Reira’s face cringed as she remembered the hurtful words he had spat through the phone when she told him. “And he doesn’t like it very much. He wanted for me to not have it…and I could never do that Mischa, which is why he’s been upset lately.”

The two of them hugged once more and Reira could finally smile. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Now that Mischa was here and she knew everything, it felt like all would be well.

“Maybe you shouldn’t bitch at him just yet,” she said with a grin. “Though I’d love to do it myself, the man needs a rest. Oh and the Doctor said I’m almost a month, so it’s due obviously nine months from now! (have no idea!) Omg there’s so much to do! Firstly, we need to pick out a bridesmaid dress for you!! And then my own dress!”

[Mischa Badoer]

Well apparently he knew! What a jerk face! He probably thought sending Reira's friend to go fetch her would make her more lenient on the whole kidnapping thing, but no! It almost made a stupid fight!

"He is lucky then...I will wait to scold him." he probably knew she wouldn't go and kidnap Reira if she knew she were pregnant... what a sneak...

Meh, that is what you get when you are in the mafia!

“Though I’d love to do it myself, the man needs a rest. Oh and the Doctor said I’m almost a month, so it’s due obviously nine months from now! (LOL!) Omg there’s so much to do! Firstly, we need to pick out a bridesmaid dress for you!! And then my own dress!”

Mischa paused. A smile spread on her face. She hopped onto the couch and squeeled like an excited girl. "I get to be your bridesmaid!? OMGIMSOFRACKINEXCITEDYOUDON'TEVENKNOW!" she giggled and flailed her hands, still clearly excited. "We can find your dress together! And We will have time 'cause I decided I was gonna move here a few minutes ago!" of course it was random news, but Mischa had to tell her somehow. "Not here here, but in another home... but 'here' as in San Francisco! Yay I'm excited!"

She almost forgot the fact Reira was getting married to the guy who cheated on her...ALMOST.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira tired really hard to picture Mischa scolding Demetri, but she really couldn’t. Demetri was just too, well he was too much man to take anything that would hurt his pride. AKA Mischa scolding him. In fact, Reira thought that Mischa should be careful when she went to do so. Family friend or not, piss Demetri off enough and that was the end of you. Anyways, Reira pushed those thoughts from her mind and focused on her wedding! Yay, dresses!

“Of course you’ll be my bridesmaid silly! Who else would it be?”

Reira laughed along with Mischa. Warning: Two squealing girls in a confined space…bring earplugs! She couldn’t help it though, the thought was exciting. And to think, it was so close! Plopping down on the couch beside her friend, Reira patted Mischa on the head.

"We can find your dress together! And We will have time 'cause I decided I was gonna move here a few minutes ago! Not here here, but in another home... but 'here' as in San Francisco! Yay I'm excited!"

Reira stared at her for a moment, her expression completely neutral, almost on the verge of impending shock. Did she just hear right? Mischa was moving here? She was going to live here, in San Fan…holy Mother Mary, this was the best news ever!!

Caution: Squealing commenced.

“You’re really staying?! No more long distance phone bills?! Hooray!!” In her happiness, she had stood up on the couch, and held both her arms over her head in some sort of victorious fashion. Then a marvelous idea popped in her mind. “Want to go dress shopping now…?”

[Mischa Badoer]

Reira reacted well to Mischa's news.

“You’re really staying?! No more long distance phone bills?! Hooray!!” mischa jumped up onto the couch shortly after Reira did. “Want to go dress shopping now…?” Mischa's jaw dropped then and she grabbed for Reira's outstreched hands and started jumping on her couch, whether doing that was a no no or not.

"OHMIGODYES!" mischa hopped off the couch and took out her keys from her pocket. She was running backwards and she tossed the keys football style to Reira. "You drive I don't know where any-"

*Thwamp*

Of course she tripped on the coffee table, but quickly shot back up and dusted off her but, thouhg she was sure it wasn't dirty. "-Thing is..Reira what a weird place you have for a coffee table!" she laughed, obviously joking. it wasn't the placement of the table that caused her fall, it was her klutzyness.

She headed out the door, and got herself in the passanger side of her car. it was weird getting in on this side.. it was her car....

[Reira DeMorvick]

Woohoo! They were jumping on her expensive couches! Yaaay! Reira really didn’t care though, she was much too focused on sharing in Mischa’s enthusiasm. And then something even better happened. Reira’s arm flung out to catch the keys Mischa had threw at her.

Did she just say what I think she said? OMG….yesss!!!

Grinning madly, Reira nodded and headed out the door. She was too damn stoked to drive the beauty. It was such a hot car. Soo gorgeous! Eager to get out there to touch the steering wheel, she heard a loud crash from behind her. Turns out Mischa had fallen over her coffee table. Wow! Only she could to that. Reira merely chuckled and gave her a ‘I was waiting for something like that to happen’ look.

The two of them now in the car, Reira made a mad giggle as she turned the key in the ignition. Oh boy, was it really a good idea for Mischa to let Reira drive? Probably not, considering what she was driving and how fast it could go. Smiling like a conceited bitch (XD) she revved the engine and backed out of her drive way in a fast, effortless 180 turn.

“Onward, my little metallic beast!”

Making the tires screech, the Lamborghini sped forward, their destination a dress shop. She had a good one in mind too. It was in the middle of town, so it would take a while, but it would so be worth it. They’d be there in about half n hour. Damn traffic.