Day Four: Awkward First Time
A/N: I swear to anyone who asks that I wrote this in like an hour, so that's why it sucks. . . Anyway!
This fic doesn't really make sense, and goes off into nowhere at times. So yeah! Friendship shipping for the win! Here's Caesar's Palace Shipping Week Day Four: Rory and Prim with an awkward first time.
(Don't worry that don't do anything that bad.)
"Prim!" Rory shouted from across the room. Prim was on her phone - again - texting away to someone, and by the look on her face it wasn't good. "Prim, is everything alright?"
Prim glances up to see Rory, "Oh, yeah. Everything's fine, Rory. Don't worry, it's just—never mind."
Things had happened since they had started middle school. Prim seemed for distance and worried about her friends and homework, and threw herself into everything. Rory still was laid back and a little cruising, but he still wondered what was happened.
Prim's eyes were glassy, and she wiped away a tear leaking out. "Are you sure you're ok?"
Prim held her breath for sometime before she started to cry. Tears and tears and tears formed a perpetual River caring out her thin nose and big eyes. "They, they— You don't want to know about it Rory because it will break your heart too."
"You can tell me," at this point Rory was stroking Prim's hair and drew her into a hug. "Shh, you can tell me."
He could feel Prim melt into his arms while she sobbed and choked out, "I'd rather not, Rory. Please don't, don't—"
"Don't what?" He asked gently while Prim sobbed.
"Don't cry when I tell you. I hate it when you cry," Prim said, and Rory could feel his body tense up at her remark. What happened?
"Buttercup died—" Prim broke off into sobs even more, and he could feel the snot mixing into his shirt, but Rory kept stroking Prim's hair and comforting her.
He didn't feel any sadness at Buttercup dying. That ol' cat hated everyone except Prim, and all he did to Rory was scratch and hiss at him. Rory was kinda happy that he was gone, but she didn't dare show it. He just wanted to comfort Prim.
Though his hands shake from holding them so long, his muscles ached from hugging her, and he fled disgusted that snot was in his favorite shirt, but he was happy - a little. Happy to help make Prim feel better, and to stroke her hair. That's what friends are for right? For those awkward times of sadness and joy, and Rory wouldn't trade it for the world.