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

Chapter Forty-Four: Neat Freak

Chapter Forty-Four: Neat Freak.

"Vic, I swear to god, pick up your stupid smelly socks. I am your girlfriend, not your mother." I yelled at Vic, balling up the socks, and threw them at the back of his head, hitting him first try. He rubbed the back of his head looking up at me, pouting.

"Hey, what was that for." I gave him a severe look, pointing at him.

"You know exactly what it's for. Do you assume because I have a vagina I'm instantly gonna clean up all your messes. NO! Do you know how hard it is to work that machine at the laundromat. It's like a fucking spaceship. And that place is god damn shifty, I feel like I'm gonna get herpes siting on one of those chairs." Vic slowly got up off the mattress on the floor, abandoning the guitar on the bed. He chuckled as he walked over to me. He grabbed my face in both of his hand, shaking his head, giving me an adoring look. He pecked my nose.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'll pick up all my dirty laundry, and let me know when you go to the laundromat and we'll go together. I don't like you feeling uncomfortable and alone. I don't want anything happening to you." All my anger evaporated and I sighed, my whole body physically relaxing. I puffed a breath, causing a piece of hair to fly away from my face.

"Thanks." I muttered, giving him a small smile. He brushed his thumb on my cheekbone. He gave me a cute smile, crinkling his nose.

"Hey, we knew it was gonna be hard but we'll work it out." I gave him a half hearted nod, before he leant in, giving me a sweet kiss. I smiled lazily into the kiss, linking my arms loosely around his neck. I eventually pulled back, still smiling.

"Well, can you get those socks I threw at you. I need to make a run now. Come with me and we'll get some nuggets from McDonald's for dinner and eat them while we wait for the washing." I suggested. He walked over picking up the socks, and throwing them at the basket. They ended up hitting the side and landing next to it.

"Sounds good, unlike my throwing skills." I walked over, picking up the sock, placing it into the basket.

"That's true, I throw better than you." He rubbed the back of his head, giving a thoughtful look.

"I can not deny that statement." I clucked my tongue at him, placing the basket on my hip.

"Come on, you can drive." He grabbed his keys and walked out after me, locking the door behind us. We'd been living in the apartment for around two weeks now. The first week was hard, organising gas, electricity and water bills. Getting the rest of our furnishing and setting out our final set out. Food was also rather difficult, but we were doing pretty well. This week has been a little better, but we're both still getting used to it. It's been nice having all this down time with Vic. My dancing starts again next week, and my shifts at Starbucks have lifted a bit. I know the boys are absolutely working themselves to the bone on finding somebody to recognise them and sign them up. I feel like they deserve it after all the time and effort they put in. I still don't understand how Vic managed to get all this money when he doesn't have any form of a job besides music. He said he managed to snag a couple of interviews so he can start work too so he can keep up with bills. Thankfully, he is letting me pay half off them. The first couple I'll pay by myself, much to his distaste, but clearly he had been saving the money for the actual purchase of the house, and it seemed like it was pretty much all he had. So until he gets a job, I get to pay.

I helped him out a bit with some of the songs he's working on. Jaime is still annoyed that he lets me see unfinished songs, considering he usually hides them until they are perfect to his standards. Yet, he usually wasn't entirely happy with them. It takes a lot of convincing to let him know it's actually great. It's like anything you do, the more you overthink it, the more chance you have of ruining it. I took over Vic's radio, placing in my All We Know Is Falling album, by Paramore. I actually loved their music and really hope they don't disappear. It's nice having a girl in the punk scene to be honest. Hayley has a pretty spectacular voice too. I aim for that. Sometimes watching Vic practise with the guys make me wish I was apart of something like that. Then I remember I have to be dedicated to you dancing. I feel myself deflate a little at the thought, but I know it will be easier to stick with, considering I'm in it so deep already.