This fic is a Reader/Riz(SotF), don't like? Don't read!!!
It was the first time that you were alone with Riz. He was so handsome, you couldn't BELIEVE your eyes.
Even better, he was there and he needed your help, oh gosh you felt your heart bloomed when you watched him smile and crack when you saw him cry.
He was glistening in the sun, his teeth reflected the light and his smile, oh his smile, could make any girls laugh.
And he asked
"Dad, what the fuck?"
Lolita was in the middle of writing her half-assed bait fan fiction to attract some butthurt Kimmy fangirls when she saw the wi-fi icon on the top of her cellphone flicker from 3 bars to none.
She knew he would cut the Internet, he always did it at 9 pm which she hated, but 8 pm?
That was a fucking hate crime. Plus, she was in the middle of a Skype chat with her friends! He knew she was doing something important and he still played the Internet lumberjack, what a fucking dick.
Lolita jerked her head backward, not like the girl from the Exorcist or anything but more a gymnast trying to touch her nose with her feet.
She hated that word but her dad always answered her whenever she used that appellation.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
His voice echoed.
It sounded close.
Was he in the basement?
He answered again, this time closer.
Lolita got up from her bare mattress. She felt her heart pound as her feet touched the wooden floor. She squinted into the darkness that her door let in her room.
That door was supposed to be closed, right? She closed it all the time, it was creepy to sit in the darkness with a door open for whoever to peek in. Her heartbeat slowed down as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. A figure was forming, one of a man.
The figure walked toward Lolita. She was ready to claw its eyes out and fight. However, her shoulders relaxed, it could just be her dad, right?
And it was. A man with gray hair and soft beard, his feature proving his age. He looked bony but strong, a really scary skeleton he was.
When she was a kid, she feared him. She preferred mom, she was nice. She had to leave because her house was under reparation and, after much begging and weeping, he finally let her stay in his basement until the construction was over.
"I went through your computer. I can't believe you are still watching it."
"Oh, okay," she said softly.
He did it sometimes, either out of curiosity or out of spite. Lolita wasn't sure what he did but he checked out her laptop for sure. Or maybe it was her android phone she didn't pay the bill for like a while now?
Nah, she only used it to check out her mails and YouTube videos. Unless he went through videos like "Top Ten Worst Way to Die" or like "How to fake your death with style?" and he had questions about it. The girl was pretty clear about how to change names and stealing a car though, but maybe he wanted to know about the reasons why she watched it.
She sneezed and her dad answered with a "bless you". Her back started to hurt from the position she was in, being the girl from the exorcise wasn't fun at all. Maybe climbing on walls was but the whole circus thing wasn't.
He was to about to speak when she cut him, dazing the old man with starry eyes and a pouty mouth,
"Is that why I don't have wifi?"
Her father crossed his arms around his chest. He lowered his sight on his girl's face. His daughter sneezing again and he gave another round of "bless you"'s.
"Geraldine, you've been watching it again and we are running out of bandwidth," he told her, pinching his nose. "Can't you just watch like clips instead of the live idea or live stream or whatever?" He used to monitor his daughter's habit more closely, but he gave up at the tenacity of his daughter. He accepted it and whatever that meant for her.
It ended being the pink elephant in the room when he was still in a relationship with his mother.
She'd talk during dinner about this tv-show, about its plot and everyone knew what she was talking about but nobody questioned her further about it. Everyone at the table knew about Kimberly and Liz, Amaranta and Summer, Mariavel and Bryan. She would speak about them, about how dramatic their interactions were. How she watched them, on her bed, her eyes locked on the screen of her computer. They manage to shut her up when there was guests over but couldn't control her when she was alone with them.
Lolita cringed at the mention of her name, she didn't like it. It sounded old and boring. Lolita was funnier, it sounded young and vibrant, and had a shock factor.
"So yeah, okay. Is there anything else you need?"
"No." Her father answered but then he was reminded of something else, "Actually, yes, do you mind coming upstairs sweetheart?"
"Sure. I mean, I don't mind."