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His pen could hardly keep up with his thoughts, as he jotted down the outline to his first book series.
Niki Heat.
Niki would be a badass, she would be sexy, highly intelligent, witty, loyal, a fighter and wouldn't be afraid to speak whatever was on her mind and sure could rock a pair of high heel boots while hunting down murders.
He may have been eight when he first read Casino Royale, but that book is what inspired an eight-year-old Rick to become a writer, but as he got older it seemed like his dream was starting to fade away, as he struggled to come up with a story idea. With some many murder mystery, books already released, some of them flop's and some of them well know classics.
Rick was determined to be one of the greats, to be successful enough to be able to be invited, Austin Ray's legendary poker game.
He was sadly pulled away from his imaginary by a knock at the door. "Yes, who is it?" Rick mumbled not looking up from his notepad.
"It's me," Kyra said. "Heard you had an interesting night last night?"
"Interesting, amazing, thrilling," Rick said with a smile, placing down his notebook and pen. "There are plenty of words you could use to describe last night."
"Oh yeah," Kyra answered in a mocking tone, entering his room and sitting on Rick's office chair. "How about, irresponsible, deadly and let's not forget to mention stupid."
"Don't be so uptight, Kyra, I will be as good as gold by the time school starts, no harm no foul."
"I'm sorry, Rick, It's just your my best friend and I don't like seeing you get hurt."
"I know and I thank you for that If you got hurt I would be the same."
"How are you feeling?"
"A little bit sore, but I reckon I'll pull through." Rick joked, or a least attempted to get Kyra to smile or laugh at him.
"Tough coward." He muttered to himself. "Alright, Miss Serious, I got something that can wipe that serious look on the face."
"Oh really," Kyra answered in a defensive tone. "And what is this, so called plan?"
"Something that has made you laugh since we were seven."
Kyra rolled her eye's and sighed. "Rick, we are no longer seven, you going cross-eyed is no longer going to make me laugh."
"Well, it's worth a shot," Rick answered with a grin.
Kyra sighed once again as Rick went crossed eyed, She tried her best to fight it but she couldn't help but let a giggle escape from her lips. She picked up one of the action figures, Rick had on his desk and aimed it at him. "You're such a jackass at times," Kyra stated with a laugh.
"Do you seriously just throw something at a wounded person?" Rick asked in a mocking tone. "Maybe," Kyra answered, not been able to keep the smirk off her face.
"Oh, that's the way you want to play it, huh?" Rick teased, reaching to grab a pillow. "Because if so, you're going to cop it so bad!"
"You wouldn't dare," Kyra growled.
"You give it, you've got to take it, my dear friend." Rick grinned as he pegged the pillow at Kyra.
Kyra laughed and tried her best to block off the pillow. "Maybe we should call a peace on this war before this end's in tears?"
"Fair enough, consider my white flag waved." Rick shrugged.
"I'll see you on Monday, alright Jackass? Try not to re-injure yourself till then." Kyra smiled as she rose from the study chair.
"What is it with you and the word, Jackass this afternoon, is it a new affectionate nickname that you've came up with for me or are you insulting me?" Rick joked around, sporting a massive grin on his face.
"Something like that." Kyra teased back, shrugging her shoulders. "Kyra, can I ask you something?" Rick asked in a serious tone.
"Yeah, you can always ask me anything."
"Rodgers or Castle?"
"For what?"
"As a pen name, Would you read a book by a writer called Richard Castle or Richard Rodgers?"
"Richard Rodgers, I don't want you to be one of those people who become's famous and get's so caught up in all the fame, that their friends, family or even them self-know who they are anymore."
"I promise, no matter how famous I get or how much money I have, I will always be you're goofy, loveable best friend."
"Good, because I would hate to lose my best friend."
Hi everyone, I hope you enjoyed the last two chapters that I have put up. Please leave a review if you did, I just have four quick authors notes to tell you before you click out of this story. (1.) Austin ray is a made up writer. (2) There's sort of a Castle reference in chapter two let me know in review's if you find it and you know what episode it's from. (3) I'm a casket shipper all the way but I'm interested to see what my readers think (Who do you ship together in this story, Kyra with Rick or Kate with Rick?) (4) Also I'm in need of a person to do my cover art or to give me some suggestions for a better summary.
