dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Forty Three: Moving Crew.

Chapter Forty Three: Moving Crew

"I hate you all." I mumbled, as I sat crossed arm on the couch, still in my pjs. They stood in a semi circle around me, most of them grinning.

"Today, we will help your pack stuff up." Jaime declared, in an attempt of a Hispanic accent. I tried to stop a smiling twitching onto my face.

"Indeed, I am Pablo, and we're your moving crew." Vic managed to say in a funny voice, with a complete straight face. I couldn't help but laugh at him, before standing up.

"Ok, so today you are my Mexican workers. I need you to help me to get all my boxes to the car. Then maybe, I'll award you by shouting burritos." They started to cheer, and jumped up and down, encasing me in a circle. I was jostled about as the boys jumped around me. Ryan then stopped, causing everyone else to as well.

"Wait, I'm not Mexican." Mike pointed at him.

"Then you don't get to help." Ryan fist bumped .

"Hell yeah." I crossed my arms, giving him a smug look.

"No work, no burrito. I'm totally fine with that, saves me money." Ryan's smile dropped, and he looked a little desperate.

"But burritos." He whined. Jaime patted his shoulder, giving him a sullen look.

"Shame you don't share our blood, but today, you shall be our amigo. But only today." Ryan, placed a hand on Jaime's shoulder in return.

"Thank you amigo." He said in a whisper. I took my opportunity to grasp a pillow from the couch, whacking it over both of their heads in the same motion. Ryan and Jaime look at me in alarm, Ryan rubbing his cheek and Jaime rubbing his cheek.

'What was that for?" I pointed at the door.

"Because none of you have moved your butts to get my boxes to the car. Now go, and be quick. Or no burritos." Tony stood straight, saluting me.

"Sure thing boss." He spoke in the same accent as Vic and Jaime, as they headed towards the door. The others started to march up the stairs, as my sleepy mother walked down the stairs, leaving only me and Vic behind. Mom looked after the boys, and then at me.

"They're the moving crew. Sorry they're so loud." I shrugged. She gave me a half smile, waving at Vic who was giving her a small wiggle of his fingers, but she was clearly still a little out of it, and simply pointed in the direction of the kitchen, signalling that she could not function without her morning coffee and breakfast. She toddled off around the corner, tying her dressing gowns strings tighter around her waist. Once she disappeared, I looked up at Vic. I couldn't keep the huge smile off my face. I let a squeal escape my lips, as I jumped up into his arms,wrapping my legs around his waist. He caught me, completely surprised, but managed to hold steady.

"I can't believe I'm moving in with you today." I whispered into his shoulder, my hands grasping the back of his shirt tightly, as if I was scared to let him go. I slowly let my legs fall, but still held him. His hands moved up. One sat in my hair and the other on my back, as he buried his head in my shoulder.

"I know." He murmured. I closed my eyes, holding him closer then I felt like I had ever before. I honestly didn't want to let him go, as I crushed him to me. My stomach fluttered at the idea that tonight may be the first night of a new chapter. I scrunched the ends of his hair in my hand and let them go, my fingers brushing his neck. I feel really cliche when I say I've never been in so deep with a guy. It's like he just blocked my view, but pointed out another path. When I'm with Vic, I cannot picture being with anyone else. The idea actually scares me. Being apart from him makes me cringe. I'm actually angry at myself because I've become so dependant on him. I know it's not healthy, but I can't stop it either. There's a part of my brain that says I'll survive if anything happened to us, but right now I couldn't even bare the though. I nuzzled my face a little deeper, and squeezed a little tighter, hoping my thoughts will disappear. As he stroked my hair, he brushed them away in an instance.