IN TIME~Vinnie x Kio

XV

YOOOO OKAY first, I want to say congrats to Vinnie for winning the fight! It was well-deserved!

Alsoooo, this is my first smut scene.  Well, not really smut... kind of?  But it is not meant in any way to sexualize Vinnie, it just felt natural to include it since it is a love story.  Just wanted to put that out there. 

Keep in mind, I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT BEFORE! So bear with me, sorry if it's not good :( (and I took kind of a different approach with it so yeah)

If you want to skip it, I totally understand, I simply wanted to add this element to further intensify the story.

Anywho, enjoy!

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In short, the past few days were actually pretty good.  I hadn't really hung out with Maeve too much, but with Kio and Hanna.  We got coffees at lunch like we always did, life was pretty good.  

One of these days I was going to be forced by time to present the idea of me travelling to New York with only Kio.  Sending their closeted kid all the way across the country, didn't seem like it would come off well. 

Either way, I would either chicken out and return the tickets. Or eventually I would grow a pair and ask them. 

It wasn't that easy.  

There was a certain science in order to convince your parents to leave for a week.  Clearly, I wasn't aware of this science.  I was overthinking it again.  I don't know why at the time my only thought was to somehow cleverly bring it up.

The pizza conversation fizzled out faster than I could even process.  So that didn't work out how I had planned.  

I'd already talked to Kio's mom about the possibility of us going, to which she was actually extremely excited.  Saying that Kio had never been on the east coast of the US.  I don't know why I put it off for so long.

I don't think it was asking my parents, so much as it was the first time I would be with Kio constantly, alone for a week or so.  I wasn't afraid of it, but the feeling of not knowing how we would react to each other for an entire week?  

I didn't want him to hate me, but I can't help but think that he might.  There was no set reason why, just me being me.  

Insecure?  Check.  

With some miracle, I had finally worked up the confidence to ask them.  It was only a challenge now, to find the right time.  

I stalled for the next who-knows-how-long, waiting up in my room for them to come up to tell me goodnight.  My heart pounded in my chest, terrified of so many things.  Of everything, nonetheless. 

The result of their answer to New York was smack dab at the bottom.  

It was mainly along the unfortunate lines of acceptance, or lack there of.  It was this impending doom that when (or if) I ever were to show who I truly was, I would be hated.  

And for somebody who secretly seeks some sort of validation from complete strangers, yeah I was stressed.  It was surely easier said than done.  You could say you were fine with hate, then completely crumble when one person doesn't like you.  

The entirety of that summed up my night until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.  My heart lurched, even though I knew In was ready to ask.  

It seemed like they were moving in slow motion as my mom and dad walked into my room.  I gave them a small smile, nervousness pulsing through my entire body.