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[venicebixch]

Crush part 8

tumblr is being stupid again and the font and spacing won’t cooperate so sorry again if this posts weird. anyway, continued mentions of blood, vomiting and death with some angst. enjoy 👀

I see blood spattered against the house. Luke and Vinnie are both on the ground, and I have no idea who has been shot. If it was Luke, if it was Vinnie, or if it was both of them.

I jerk my head to the side, taking my eyes off the scene in front of me. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see. I don’t want to fucking exist.

The urge to vomit is too much to suppress now and I run to the opposite side of the road and drop down to my hands and knees, throwing up into the grass.

My mind goes blank again. No thoughts. Just the sound of the gun shot playing over and over again in my head.

After a moment, Jett comes up and touches my back.

“Y/n -“ he starts to say.

“Is he dead?!” I cut him off, looking up him. His face is white and his eyes are wide. He looks sick. I’m terrified of the answer that’s about to come out of his mouth.

God please don’t let him be dead.

Jett shakes his head. “No, they shot Luke.”

And just like a switch went off my body once again, I feel like I’m floating as a huge wave of relief washes over me.

“So he’s okay?” I ask in a hopeful tone, standing up to look back at the house.

Vinnie is being helped up from the ground by one of the officers.

He’s okay. Thank god, he’s okay.

—

It’s been 2 1/2 months since everything happened with Luke. Vinnie and I had an important conversation a few days after the ordeal.

—

Flashback

Vinnie 8:23 pm

I’m here

I put my shoes on and head out of my front door, walking to Vinnie’s car.

“Hey, Vin,” I say as I get in, smiling at him. He gives me a half hearted smile back.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

“I uh - I can’t do this,” he says, looking down. He looks like he’s trying to hold back tears.

“Do what?” I ask, grabbing his arm gently.

He shakes his head and looks out of the window beside him. “I don’t know. I don’t think we should be around each other anymore.”

I feel a lump form in my throat. “Why?” I ask, my voice sounding a little hoarse.

“I’m not a good person,” he says in the most monotone voice he could muster.

“What?” I say, confused.

“I’m not a good person. I have anger issues and I’m stupid and you deserve way better than me. I’m just not a good person to be around sometimes and you don’t need to be here the next time I fuck up. I almost cost us our lives.”

“Vinnie, please. We went through a lot the other day. It’s not your fault. You did what you did to help me. I’m genuinely terrified to know what my future held for me if you weren’t there to help me. I’m so fucking grateful for you.” 

“Yeah but that could have been handled in a way that didn’t almost kill us. If anything, what happened was just instant karma for me allowing you guys to set yourselves up to potentially get caught lying to the cops - which, by the way, carries a 6 month minimum prison sentence and a will 100% lead to a fucking felony on your record. I looked it up last night. It was all wrong, and I’m ashamed I allowed for it to happen. I’m just sorry you guys had to end up as innocent bystanders to my idiocy.”

I sit in silence for a moment trying to think of the right thing to say but I don’t think there is anything I can say to help him. He needs help that I can’t give him. 

“Did you call that therapist?” I ask. 

He rolls his eyes. “No, and I don’t think I’m going to. It won’t help.”

“I haven’t either. But I am going to. It will help. Please go, Vinnie. Please.”

He shakes his head no. “I’m just done with everything. I’m not doing this anymore and I’m not arguing about it.”

“Don’t say things like that,” I say, tears starting to well up in my eyes. I blink to try and hold them back.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like… gonna hurt myself or anything but this,” he waves his hand in a circular motion, “is not going to continue.”

I feel anger creep in, and scoff. “Well, you can’t just cut me off after everything we went through!”

“I can and I’m going to. It’s for your own good,” he says, still looking out of the window.

“You can try buddy, but I’m not going anywhere,” I insist, crossing my arms.

He shakes his head, sighing. “Just go back inside. This conversation is over. I’m tired and want to go home.”

I shake my head at him in disbelief. “I’m not leaving this car until I know you’re okay.”

“I am okay, I just don’t want to be around you anymore.”

“I feel like this is my fault,” I say, crying now.

“It’s not your fault. I just told you how I feel. You need to leave. Talk to your therapist, you’ll get over it,” he says coldly.

My stomach knots up. “Whatever,” I say getting out of the car, slamming the door as hard as I can. I start to walk away and then turn back, opening it again.

“And one more thing - you can’t make me stay away. Your friends are my friends, pal. You’re stuck with me even if you won’t talk to me. And I’m gonna be a friend to you, whether you like it or not.” I shut the door again then storm off into the house.

—

Since that conversation, Vinnie has been really distant from me. From everyone, really, but especially me. In fact, I haven’t spoken to him at all and I’ve only been around him twice since then. I’m extremely frustrated by it but at the same time, I’m trying to be understanding. He seems like he’s really going through it. I mean of course he is. He had a gun held to his fucking head and had someone die right beside him.

Almost everything he posts online is sad. On the rare occasion he does stream, he’s in a bad mood the whole time. But I don’t know what I can do about any of it. I’ve tried reaching out but he won’t respond. I can’t help him if he won’t help himself.

I find myself looking through his tiktoks and YouTube, rewatching his old videos. It’s the very first thing I do every single morning. As soon as I open my eyes, he’s the first thing on my mind. I go straight to see if he’s posted anything, then I scroll for a while until I find something happy and I try to suck whatever happiness I can out of that. And every night I fall asleep rewatching his old streams. It sounds pathetic when I sit back and reflect on it, and it’s not healthy. But I swear it’s the only thing that brings me any peace or happiness at this point.

I’m standing in front of the microwave waiting on my soup to heat up. I feel antsy today. I mean, I feel fucking antsy every day but especially today. I’m supposed to go over to the hype house tonight, they’re having another get together. The first one since everything happened.

My phone dings, and I quickly reach for it. I roll my eyes and sigh when I realize it’s not Vinnie. Every single time I check my phone, I’m hoping it’s him but it never is anymore. It’s getting to the point that I don’t even anyone else to text me or call me because it just gets my hopes up.

“I should just throw this stupid phone away,” I say to myself while opening the message.

Liza 6:45pm

Hey, are you coming over tonight?

Y/n 6:46pm

Yeah, what time should I be there?

Liza 6:52pm

Around 8 is fine. Are you ubering or driving?

Y/n 6:54pm

Ubering. I plan on getting wasted tonight lol

Liza 6:56pm

Hey, whatever makes you happy! Lol

I eat real fast then head upstairs to take a shower and start getting ready. Once I’m done I head back downstairs to get my stuff together and order an Uber.

“Oops forgot something,” I say to myself, then run back upstairs to spritz a little bit of that Daisy perfume Vinnie likes. Just in case.

Not long after, the driver arrives and takes me to their house.

I don’t see Vinnie’s car in the driveway as we pull up, which is an immediate hit to my slightly hopeful mood. I sigh, and get out of the car.

“Thank you,” I say, shutting the car door. I walk up to the house and head inside. Plenty of people are here, as usual.

“Hey!” Liza is the first to greet me.

“Hey, Liza,” I say, smiling.

No Idea by Don Toliver just started playing through the speakers in the living room, which is one of my favorite songs. That lifts my mood back up a little bit.

“Do you want a drink now?” She asks.

“Sure, what do you have?”

“Uh, we have white claws, Coronas, tequila, and some fireball.”

“You already know I want the tequila,” I smirk at her.

She laughs. “Over there,” she points to it.

I walk over and grab one of the little plastic shot cups and open the tequila bottle, pouring a shot while moving my head a little to the music.

Jett walks up from behind me.

“Hey, Jett,” I say softly, smiling.

“Hey, y/n.” He smiles back. Luckily Jett seems to have handled the whole situation well, and we’ve talked often since everything happened. He did what I did and got himself into therapy pretty much right away. No reason to go through something like that and not accept support to deal with the emotional aftermath.

“How are you?” I ask.

“I’m as good as I can be. Not too bad,” he says opening a beer. “How are you?”

“I’m alright,” I say shrugging and walking over to the fridge to get a sprite as a chaser. I pop it open and take the shot, then drink the sprite.

“Bleh,” I say, shaking my head. “I never get used to that.”

Jett and I both laugh. “Yeah, me either,” he says.

Jack comes over and asks Jett some question about his car that I didn’t understand so I took the opportunity to walk away. I love Jett but I’m already feeling antisocial. It’s gonna be a long night.

I head toward the bathroom, which is already occupied. I sigh as I wait outside the door. People keep passing by me the in the hallway, giving me a pitiful little smile. Like they feel bad for me for what happened. I don’t know why but I fucking hate when people pity me.

I smile back at everyone sarcastically as they pass by. That 1 shot already has me feeling some angst. I need to get to a place by myself ASAP so I head back down the hallway I came. As I turn the corner, I accidentally bump into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I grab the person’s arm, looking up at them.

It’s Vinnie.

[venicebixch]

Crush part 2

this part is basically just all fluff. no warnings. i might post part 3 tonight, too, since i have it ready. part 3 is gonna be filled with a bunch of angst and anger though, so soak up the fluff while it’s here. enjoy :)

We went to Starbucks and then stopped by their garage. Jett decided to stay behind to work on one of the cars, and I need to get a few errands done, which Vinnie kindly agreed to take me to do.

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” Vinnie says to Jett as we head back to the car. He holds the car door open for me like he always does.

“Alright, lady, where do you need to go?” He asks, smiling at me as we pull away.

“Well, I kinda wanted to go to Ulta. I need lash glue and there’s a new body scrub I want to try,” I smile back.

“The one by the bakery?” He asks.

“Mhmm.”

“You got it,” he says.

I sit back in my seat, taking a moment to admire him while he’s driving. His hair is getting long, but I like it. He’s got on a black sweater with khaki style pants, and a pearl necklace. He always dresses so damn nice. I don’t know how he does it. I feel plain sitting next to him, even though I’ve got a sweater and jeans on. We’re not dressed too differently but he’s got a certain flare to his outfit that I feel like I lack. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s just him as a person that makes it look so good.

I’ve been finding myself thinking about him in this way since the incident at the party. He got my attention that night. He never said he likes me so I didn’t know it if he did. I would have been interested in him, though. Now I’m upset about the whole Luke thing, and scared of relationships in general at this point. I definitely have a little crush on Vinnie but I think I would be better off just focusing on myself right now.

I keep gazing at him while getting lost in my thoughts. I notice that he purses his lips, and a small smile creeps on to his face before he glances over at me. As soon as we make eye contact his smile spreads completely across his face.

“What?” He asks laughing.

“Nothing,” I say, smiling and shaking my head.

“You checking me out?” He asks.

“What?” I say sarcastically. “Neverrr.”

He shakes his head still grinning.

“Your hair is getting long,” I say, reaching out to run my hand through it. I can feel he tenses up a little and moves his eyes toward me, keeping his head facing forward.

Do I make him nervous? Or does he just not like when I do this?

“Yeah, I’ve been growing it out,” he says. “What do you think?”

“I like it,” I reassure him.

“Good.”

Good as in good in general, or good that I specifically like it?

I look down at my hands and then out of the window beside me.

I’m overthinking this.

We pull up to Ulta, and I lean into the back to grab my bag. Vinnie hops out and comes around to open my door for me.

“You don’t have to do that for me, you know?”

“Do what?” He asks innocently.

“You know. Open my door. I can do it myself,” I say.

“Oh please,” he jokingly rolls his eyes. “What you don’t like it when I do?” He says smiling down at me.

“I mean of course I like it but -“

“But nothing little lady,” he cuts me off. “Just smile and say ‘thank you’,” he furrows his brows at me with a fake angry face.

“Thank you, Vin,” I laugh.

“You’re welcome,” he says. “I don’t do that for just anyone, you know,” he nudges my arm. We start walking up to the store, putting our masks on.

Even his mask looks cool on him. What the hell is it about this man?

“Really?” I ask. Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen him do that for anyone else. I get butterflies in my stomach at the thought of him doing something just for me.

“Nope. Just you,” he holds the store doors open for me, and looks at me raising his eyebrows.

“Well, what makes me so special?” I ask.

“Everything,” he says expressionless, looking straight ahead. “You lead the way, I have no idea where we’re going in this store.”

Okay, he definitely likes me, right? There’s no way he just said that and doesn’t like me.

I wasn’t expecting that answer and I don’t know what exactly I should say to that in this moment. I grab his arm and linger for a second. I feel him tense up ever so slightly again, but I’m not sure he’s uncomfortable. I think he’s just nervous, unsure of what to do in response to my touch. I start gently pulling him in the direction we need to go.

I kneel down to look at the lash glue options. Vinnie stands behind me, waiting.

“Makeup is so weird when you think about it,” he says randomly.

I furrow my brows and cock my head to the side, smiling. “What?”

“Like… you just put stuff all over your face. Like colorful powders and liquids and shit.”

I look up at him and start giggling.

“What?” He laughs a little bit. “I’m serious. Like you’re literally looking at buying glue right now that specifically goes on your face. On your literal eyeballs. Glue.”

I start laughing. “It’s not on my ‘literal eyeballs’, you goofball.”

“Well still. I mean it obviously looks cool when it’s done but I’m just saying it’s weird when you sit and think about it,” he walks over to the blush and contour stuff beside us and starts fidgeting with some of the products.

“And everything has the weirdest name,” he picks up one of the blushes and shows me. “This one is literally called ‘deep throat’,” he says loudly. The woman standing a few feet away looks over at us.

“Shhh,” I laugh, looking down.

“And look at this one!” He picks another one up and shows me. “This is literally called ‘pussy galore’,” he says even louder.

“You’re gonna be deep throating my fist here a second if you don’t stop,” I say quietly, looking up at him. We make eye contact for a brief second before we both bust out laughing. My laughing causes me to lose my balance and I fall backwards on my ass, lightly hitting my head on the shelf behind me. This causes us both to laugh even harder.

I glance back over at the woman beside us. She rolls her eyes looking annoyed before walking away.

“Bye Karen,” I say under my breath, pushing myself back to my knees.

“What?” He asks, still chuckling, helping me up.

“That lady was just giving us a dirty look,” I say, nodding my head in her direction.

He looks around. “Who her?” He points at her.

“Yeah,” I say.

He waits until she looks in our direction again and lifts his arm up, waving dramatically. She’s genuinely confused, and looks behind her to see if he’s waving at someone else.

We both laugh and I shake my head at him.

“Come on goofy,” I say, fully standing up and pulling his arm to lead him to the next aisle.

We finish shopping and head back out to the car.

Vinnie takes a moment to text someone back.

“I guess we’re gonna drink tonight, are you in?” He asks me after a minute, still texting.

“Yeah, I’m down,” I shrug.

“Eamon is getting the alcohol now, is there anything specific you want him to get? Tequila?”

“Tequila,” we both say the word at the same time. He gives me a sly smile.

“How’d I know?” He asks sarcastically.

“You can read me like a book, Vincent.”

He chuckles. “Don Julio?”

“You know it,” I say.