𝗞𝗲𝘆 𝗧𝗼 𝗔 𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ~ 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚕 🤍

1980: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎

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Kelly's POV, January 22nd 1980

It had been a year since I met Vince Wharton and the year I'd known him had honestly been the best of my life, not to be cliche or anything.

We were friends, I still wouldn't let Vince take it anywhere else but at this point I was close to allowing him to take me on a proper date because he was still wanting me, I knew that much. The amount of times I'd had to stop him from kissing me was crazy.

He genuinely hadn't given up or even wanted to give up chasing me and that made me feel privileged because I was the only girl he'd waited this long for.

We were best friends that's safe to say and I'd introduced Vince to my parents a good six months ago after finally deciding he was a permanent fixture in my life as an eventual boyfriend or just as a friend.

They bombarded him with questions and things but that wasn't a bad thing, they really liked him which was a huge relief, even if my dad likes to make it out that he doesn't, it made hanging out with him a hell of a lot easier. Both me and Vince had left school, I was still waitressing and he was still in his band, enjoying every second of it.

I'd had a day off today so went with Vince to his band practice which was about four hours and had since got to my place to continue hanging out, so we were hanging out in my bedroom right now, my parents had ambushed us when we came in and bombarded us with questions about how the day had been and whether Vince would be staying for dinner or not which he agreed too as he was going to go grab something to eat anyways.

He hadn't seemed too up for the idea when my mom asked him to stay for food but he didn't decline though I couldn't shake the feeling he only said yes to be polite.

We'd only been in here for a few minutes and Vince was already sat at my vanity table where there was a selection of Polaroids stuck to my mirror of me and Vince over the past year, each dated and located in black marker pen, he sat and looked them over like he did every time he came in here, a ritual of his I guess.

He then picked up my hairbrush and started brushing his hair and going through my make up bag "What are you doing?" I asked confused as he emptied the contents onto my vanity table.

"Do you have a red lipstick?"

I got up from where I was sat watching him on the edge of me bed and went over to him "Why do you wanna know?"

"Cause I wanna bright colour to wear at the next show."

"You go out in lipstick and your bandmates will have a hissy fit."

He shrugged "See if I give a shit. Chicks seem to dig it, and I'm seeing more and more men wearing it, sometimes it's hard to distinguish men from women."

"True, I suppose... why red if you don't mind me asking?"

"Cause it contrasts the blonde." He reasoned "Do you have any?"

"Yeah, you've seen me in it." I hum opening up the drawer next to Vince where I dropped the lipstick last time I used it, as it's the most common colour I wear and sometimes I can't be bothered to put it back in my makeup bag.