Angelica, a tattooed woman who keeps her emotions and depressing past to herself, and Vinnie, the guy who recently got cheated on by his Ex-Girlfriend - both meet one night. Angelica drinks her night away and wakes up in his bed.
She leaves the nex...
When I woke up the bed was empty. The sunlight from my windows made the world seem 10x brighter. Was it a dream? Is Ana actually sick? Fucking hypocrite, Angelica. You couldn't even drop a tear for her.
"Fuuuck," I slowly groaned and walked to close my curtains. After fully stretching, I roamed around the penthouse to find Vinnie. Everything was quiet.
If it wasn't a dream, holding him in my arms made me feel needed. It made me feel like he was all mine. The sheets won't comfort me all the time and he was the one that I needed. Yet, seeing him hurting was torture. It was torture because I couldn't do anything but try to comfort him. I could only let him quietly cry it out and try to be positive.
While roaming through my kitchen, I noticed a note on my door.
"Call me when you wake up. -Vinnie"
Part of my heart lit up, knowing it wasn't a dream. The other half made my stomach still sink, knowing that Anastasia was still sick. I ran to grab my phone and looked at the time. damnit, 10.56 AM. Half my fucking day is gone.
I called vinnie and noticed he seemed happy. That means good news.
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.conversation.
V: "Hey"
Ag: "Hi. You seem happy."
V: "yea, did you sleep okay? I hope I wasn't any trouble."
Ag: "I slept alright, but knowing angelica was sick was the most troubling part. And of course you weren't any trouble. Enough about that, tell me about Anastasia."
V: "Well, the vet's intern mixed Anastasia's paper's with another cat's. The "tumor" was just matted fur that they mistook. They apologized for the mix-up, took care of the matted hair, and paid for the bill. Therefore I feel amazing. I'm on my way to take her home."
Ag: "Vinnie!! That's amazing. Sorry to the other cat, but that's amazing for Anastasia."
V: "yea. I was wondering if we could talk over lunch. Would you mind?"
AG: "Not at all, wait-I mean-No I wouldn't mind and yes I would like to talk over lunch."
V: "Okay, text me when you're ready." He laughed.
AG: "okay"
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I showered, brushed, flossed, washed, and everything you want to name. I also texted him and let him drive us to a local shop to eat lunch. After ordering and getting settled we began a conversation.
"-Vinnie, I really am sorry about the way I acted on Friday. And I'm sorry that I'm stubborn about opening up, I just-" I began to mutter at the end of my sentence but he took my hand and place his other hand around mine, covering it.
"I'm the one that's sorry. I failed to notice that you were trying to hint at that at me. If you want to be serious or official, I need to know ang." His eyes pupils dilated.
"I do," I mumbled, looking away and blushing.
He smiled, holding my hand a bit tighter. "So, Angelica Armani, Will you be my girlfriend?" He chuckled.
"Yes." I smiled.
"-and what's up with the vinnie instead of Vincent? Not that I hate it." his smile shined.
