Warnings: arguing, implied blood mention
Word count: 1102
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I burst into the Shack, angry and frustrated at Stan. I push past my confused cousins, who have no idea what's going on. I empty an old school bookbag I had shoved under my bed as old geometry papers and half-sharpened pencils fall out, clattering onto my floor as I grab a handful of clothes and attempt to zip the bag closed.
"Pack faster! Your rent is rising!" I heard Stan yell at me from the living room. I rolled my eyes, shoving important things I might need into my bag, wondering where I would even stay. I could sense the presence of someone in the doorway, staring at me as I pack. I whip my head towards them, seeing Ford, my grandpa.
"What... What is going on?" he asked me, a confused expression on his face. I'm honestly not sure how to explain it. I stand up and sigh.
"Stan is kicking me out because he can't handle me having a boyfriend," I respond, slinging my bag onto my shoulder and storming past him. I head into the gift shop where Stan is chewing out Soos for his plumbing skills. "I'm leaving," I huff, watching as Stan, with slight surprise on his face, moves to open the door for me.
I walk up to him, staring him down for a second in silence. "Aren't you going to leave?" he chided, coyly. Collecting my composure- and my things- I leave, walking out the door to never return again.
~~
Stan huffed, turning around to get back to work. He put his hands in his pockets, feeling nothing. "Darn kid took my wallet," he shook his head. He would be proud if he wasn't mad at her. Stan heads into the living room, ignoring stares as he thinks up new attractions. Unfortunately, his mind wanders.
What is wrong with that kid, he wondered. That Robbie Valentino... that boy... he caused this. He made his granddaugh- no sorry, great niece run away. "Stanley? I must talk to you," he hears his brother's voice behind him. Sighing, he motions for the man to speak. "I must ask why you are kicking Victoria out?" he asked.
Valid question but it doesn't really come with a valid answer. "It doesn't matter, Poindexter," Stan answered swiftly, trying to push past his brother, annoyed. "It isn't your business, now move," he glared at Ford, trying to figure out why he isn't moving.
"It is my business if it is my granddaughter and my shack," Ford answered plain and simple. "I must implore you to see how much this sounds like what dad did to you," Ford added, striking a nerve with Stan. Furious, he storms off, not wanting to talk about it further.
Whatever Vickie wants to do, she can do... it just won't be under Stan's roof. Though he does worry about her a little, his anger towards her is greater.
~~
I found myself stopping somewhere, in the middle of the woods, to catch my breath. I whip out my phone and dial Robbie's number, hearing the little ring in my ear as I wait a second. "Hello?" I hear his monotone voice on the other end.
"Hey Robbie," I feel myself smiling as my finger rubs the rough leather of Stan's wallet she stole right out of his pocket. It feels fat in my hands, glad to have just a little bit of stability while she figures out what to do.
"Oh, hey Vickie. I... are we like, boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked me, a hopeful tone in the timbre of his voice.
"Yeah. We are," I respond.
We talk as I walk through the woods, our connection barely faltering due to the number of cell towers the last mayor decided to put up in random clearings. Eventually, I reach town unexpectedly. I was a bit surprised, not realizing I was just standing there, agape and in silence as I heard my boyfriend pull me out of my shock.
"Vickie? Hello?" I heard him say.
"S-sorry. Got distracted for a second. I apologize," I ramble a bit, walking on the sidewalk.
"You're okay... It's probably best I get off before my mom yells at me," he responds and we hang up, leaving me feeling slightly empty inside. I sigh, kicking a pebble that sits on the ground and it skips around a bit before it settles. Disappointing...
Looking around, I spot a motel, sitting by the side of the road, beckoning me to enter. Sighing, I pull out Stan's wallet, counting how much I have, realizing in order to survive, I'd have to ration it. I pull out two twenties and walk inside. "How much for two nights?" I ask the man at the desk.
The man doesn't ask why a teenager is buying a motel room, he just answers the question. "What you got in your hand will be fine," he responds and I hand it over. He gives me the key to my room and I find my way there. Room 2D with a great view of the pool covered in top scum and bandaids.
The room is just as bad as the outside, with a strange red stain on the floor. "I'm going to pretend that's ketchup," I mutter to myself, turning on the TV to watch whatever mindless channel is on. I hear the familiar laughter in my head, the familiar laughter of Bill Cipher and I know I will be tormented tonight.
Tiger Fist plays as the sun sets. My phone rings, startling me and I pull it out of my pocket. The caller ID reads Soos. Answering it, he instantly declares, "Uh, Dipper asked me to call you, dude. You alright?"
"Yeah... I'm fine," I respond, hearing Mabel and Dipper's voices in the background as they argue over something I can't make out.
Soos chuckles a little, "I thought you might be but Dipper told me to check. And uh, dude... that Ford guy wants to talk to you." I hear the sound of a phone being passed and a silent whispering before I hear my grandfather's voice, practically yelling.
"Hello! Victoria, how are you!" he yells and I have to pull my ear away. I guess being in another dimension for 30 years means he doesn't know how to use modern technology.
"I'm great. You don't have to yell," I laugh a little, thinking about how it must look on the other end.
"When do you plan on coming home?" he asks, cutting to the chase.
Frankly, I don't have an answer... I'd like to know myself. I sigh, thinking for a second, looking around the room at what I have to live in. "When Stan apologizes," I respond, hoping whenever that is, it will be soon.
~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: I wonder which one of them will apologize first.
YOU ARE READING
We'll Meet Again...
Fanfiction"You don't deserve love". That's all Victoria Pines knew when she was six. Then she made a stupid deal with a triangle... and now she has the family she always dreamed of. But at what cost? He could take it away at any minute. He's keeping something...
