𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 彡 [s. adler] [✔]

𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔢!

1987

Another flush of the toilet echoed in the tiny bathroom which belonged to Valencia. The abysmal freezing temperature of the tile floor kept on seeping through the brunette's thin pajama shorts as she continued to sit on the floor and rest her body against the toilet seat. Valencia's arms rested on the edge of the seat whilst her head was leaned forward so they met with her arms. Her eyes were closed and her stomach was still churning. Something about all those fucking butterflies in her stomach hinted that she would barf again sometime soon.

Valencia was also struggling to deal with a throbbing headache that had haunted her from the moment she cracked open her eyes. The obnoxious flicker of the cheap lighting fixture above the sink wasn't helping at all. Valencia had already reminded Steven to change it for her, but did he? No, he didn't. Even though it wasn't his apartment, the drummer spent almost as much time here as he did at his original place. Valencia expected at least a little help if he was going to stay in her apartment.

"Are you good, Val? You've been puking your guts out since five in the morning. Did you eat something bad?" Steven inquired hesitantly, leaning his head to the side and against the wall of the shower. The drummer was currently situated on the edge of the bathtub (which doubled as a shower) and just quietly observed Valencia go through a physical hell. The two had been sitting in the bathroom for almost forty minutes and occasionally Steven would begin mindlessly making a beat on the edge of the tub with his hands just to lift the atmosphere and amuse himself. Little did he know that Valencia appreciated the sounds whilst her throat burned from all the vomit. It was actually comforting, minus the nausea.

"I swear to God if the pizza guy from yesterday poisoned me, then I'll make him regret it. I will fucking beat him up. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not," Valencia weakly replied, not bothering to lift her head and look at her boyfriend. The girl could've continued to make empty threats towards the pizza guy, but when her stomach started rumbling again, she decided to just keep it to herself. Instead, she took one of her hands and blindly put them on her boyfriend's thigh. The brunette's hand gently squeezed down which prompted Steven to put his hand on Valencia's. "Don't leave, Stevie. I'm a mess and I just need some comfort from seeing your face."

Steven's heart thumped in his chest. Valencia managed to sound so vulnerable and innocent that he couldn't believe his ears. The girl prided herself on being this tough-as-nails rebel who had no worries and everything under control, but now, in the comfort of her own bathroom, all those barriers she managed to build around her were broken, and out came the real Valencia. She was human after all. Valencia wasn't as confident as she led on and she sure as hell wasn't a machine with no emotions. When she was sad she was sad. When she was frustrated she was frustrated. She just happened to hide it better than the rest of the people around her—an easy trick Valencia always got away with.