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**A/N** I know I said I wouldn't Update until Sunday but I thought I would since it's Vinnies birthday (July 14th).

*Fluff*
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April 5th

6:59 pm

June

It's so funny. Less than an hour ago, I was crying on my kitchen floor and now I'm laying on my couch with Vinnie, laughing my ass off.

I hold my pasta bowl in my hands above my laptop that's sitting In my lap. Vinnie and I sit sideways on the couch, his feet by my left hip, and mine by his. We share a blanket over our laps, the air between us light.

"Okay- I don't think my professor means super powers Vee." I shake my head at him.

"It just says what is power to you right? It could be anything." He pokes some pasta on his fork, his focus on that. "It's whatever you want it to be."

After the pasta got done, I had him taste test it with everything together and he about jizzed himself. He shouted at me all excited about how I was a liar and that I could absolutely cook for like five minutes before we took our bowls over to the couch. Our conversation fell onto my homework and after I told him what it was, he started talking about super heroes. Of course we got into it about who the most powerful character is, which took us to where we are now.

"I know... but I want to stand out." I frown and reposition my legs so my laptop is closer to my face.

"I don't think anyone else will talk about super heroes." He shrugs his shoulders and when I don't respond because I'm staring at my screen, silently eating, he sits up. "Okay okay- dropping the super hero's. When you think of something that's like... moving- what do you think of?"

"Recovery." I answer without a second beat.

"Okay," he motions with his hand in a circle, "And what about it?"

I pull my lips to the side, "I don't know... how cool it is to see someone's growth and how they've overcome something that's really difficult."

"Then use that." He looks down at his pasta, "And if you have a story to tell- tell it."

I stare up at him, the good kind of swelling in my chest returning.

Hes a lot more amazing than I thought he was.

I sit up, and lean forward to my coffee table. I place my bowl on it and return back to my place, squished up between vinnies legs and the back of my couch. I place my fingers on the keyboard for a second before I start typing.

I'm not going to use my trauma as an example, but I'll vaguely reference to it to leave my reader wondering.

Vinnie turns on the tv at some point as I quietly write my paper, a comfortable quiet between us.

I don't think any of my friends would just sit with me while I did something like this. They're such fast moving people and yes, I can be at times too but sometimes I just want to sit on the couch with someone for company while I write a paper or read a book. Having Vinnie here is nice.

Without moving my head, I slide my eyes up to him, above my screen. He now sits back into my couch, watching the tv while his fingers play with his rings. He seems content in what he's doing.

I look at my tv screen, to Spirited away and roll my lips into my mouth.

No- don't get distracted.

I turn my eyes back to my Mac book and continue typing from where I've left off.

Never using the same words twice unless I want to reiterate something, I get a little less than halfway done with my paper when spirited away ends.