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Warning: swearing, ANGST!!, alcohol + mentions of su*cide, throwing up/hangover tingz, and panic attacks, but fluff at the end<3 𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼
"so we heard that you are crushing on vinnie, is that true?" the interviewer asked, peering at her from behind the camera.
"nope. we are just friends. i don't really do relationships, i just don't have the time for it. not sure why people think i like him though!" y/n smiled, her voice sounding sincere.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼
No ones pov:
y/n had never gotten so black out drunk in her life.
she made the mistake of watching 'the notebook' and ended up a lovesick mess on the floor of her room, emptying multiple bottles of hard lemonade and debating on whether she should empty a whole bottle of vodka.
no, that would kill me, for sure.
but, then again, do i care?
fuck it.
she opened the bottle and chugged until she could feel her throat closing. she stopped, taking deep breaths and checking the bottle, seeing that she only downed a small portion of it. she had stopped crying, waiting it out to see what vinnie would say back. her phone laid open on the couch as she sat on the carpet, the screen illuminating the room.
she held it up to check again.
Read 1:16 AM
she turned around and grabbed the remote, pressing the info button so she could see what time it was.
3:18 AM
she looked at the numbers, hoping they would suddenly change to make this whole situation less painful for her.
but they didn't.
her lip was quivering and the stillness of her eyes, didn't stop the wetness from leaving them. her breathing was fast and deep, yet she couldn't control it. she didn't even realize how weird her breath pattern was until she could physically hear it, the slight wheeze.
she was having a panic attack.
her feet wouldn't stop tapping up and down and she could feel the alcohol make it's way back up her throat.
