The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

Call Me

Night had soon fallen and now they needed to rest for the next day where they'd be performing at their first American gig.

Sid couldn't sleep though, and it wasn't because of the uncomfortable motel beds, he was desperate to talk to Vanity.

He was debating on just leaving it, she probably hated him for what he did anyway. It was funny because she thought the exact same thing, just In a different way.

She thought he'd broken up with her. She didn't know for sure because he never said it. He just stormed out. But to Vanity that equaled the same thing.

she thought he hated her, she thought she annoyed him. it hurt her but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Sid turned over on the bed, grabbing his pillow and wrapping his arms around it. almost pretending it was vanity, he'd not slept alone in a while, it felt strange sleeping in an empty bed, without the extra warmth of Vanity's sleeping figure next to him. even when he went to bed before Vanity, he could still guarantee that he'd wake up next to her.

Now she wasn't there he'd be in for a string of long, restless nights and empty thoughts. he was cold, not warm. he was depressed to think about the morning, he didn't want to sleep knowing she was going to sleep thinking he was angry at her.

he shoved the bedsheets off of him, standing up he walked to the window, lighting up a cigarette. the car park was lit up dimly with white street lights, the tour bus was out there too. it looked so quiet, the occasional motorbike would go speeding down the highway however it wasn't anything too disrupting.

there was however a phone booth just outside of the motel it was lit up with one single light.

He should call her. He needed to call call her, it was the right thing to do and he knew it.

So he grabbed his jeans, and his leather jacket, digging around in the pockets for some change. Thankfully he had two coins that he could use.

He opened the door to the motel room, the night air hitting his face however it was quite mild out. Still with a cool breeze. Not nearly as warm as it was earlier.
The jacket was cold against his skin however he didn't mind it though. instead he just took another drag of his cig before flicking it to the side and stepping into the booth. he rubbed his face with his hands for a few seconds, psyching himself up before shoving two coins into the slot, then he dialled her number.

he felt sick, the more the phone rang, the more he thought she wasn't going to answer. 

As the phone continued to ring on the other end, Sid's anxiety intensified. Each ring felt like a heavy weight on his chest, a stark reminder of the distance he had created between himself and Vanity. He paced nervously inside the small, dimly lit booth, his thoughts racing faster than the ringing of the phone.

The metallic taste of guilt lingered in his mouth, and he couldn't shake the feeling of remorse gnawing at him from the inside. Sid's hands trembled as he clutched the phone receiver, the cool plastic providing little comfort to his sweaty palms. The silence between the rings seemed to stretch on forever, amplifying his internal anxiety.

At that moment, he was largely aware of the void Vanity's absence had created within him. The empty bed in the motel room mirrored the emptiness he felt without her. Sid's chest tightened with regret, and he found it hard to catch his breath as he replayed the scene of their argument in his mind. The harsh words he had spoken and the storming out without a clear resolution haunted him.

The realisation of how much he missed Vanity hit him like a ton of bricks. He missed the warmth of her presence, the shared laughter, and the way they used to fall asleep wrapped around each other. Sid's eyes welled up with unshed tears, and a lump formed in his throat. The hollowness of the motel room echoed the emptiness he felt inside, and he yearned for the connection he had foolishly jeopardised.

With each unanswered ring, the weight of guilt pressed down harder on Sid's shoulders. He questioned his actions, wondering how he could have let his anger blind him to the person he cared about most. The flickering light in the phone booth cast shadows on his anguished expression, creating an eerie atmosphere that mirrored the turmoil within his heart.

Finally, just as Sid was about to give up hope, the ringing ceased, and he heard a hesitant voice on the other end. Vanity's voice. 

"Hello?"

he went quiet. just for a moment. the words which he'd messily rehearsed in his head now sounded stupid and made no sense. it was like someone had reached down his throat and ripped out his voice box. he stuttered stupidly. "Hello Vanity. it's Sid" He tried to sound upbeat as though he was happy to call her. he was happy to call her however the nerves overtook completely and made him sound like s nervous idiot.

on Vanity's end, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. his voice. the sweet sound of his voice. something she thought she wouldn't hear again was now playing through her ears once more. Her breath hitched in her throat. "Sid? Oh i'm so glad you called...i thought you'd hate me forever" She admitted, wrapping the phone cord around her finer nervously.

"I could never hate ya, Listen. I'm sorry about the fight, i just want you to know i love you" He admitted, his voice fragile and weak. she sounded so low and depressed, he couldn't help but think she felt that way because of him. it wasn't because of his actions though. she felt that way because she didn't know what to do with herself after he'd left. the uncertainty, the anxiety of feeling like she did something wrong. a feeling which Sid never wanted her to feel. ever.

the admission hung in the air like a fragile promise. She swallowed hard, trying to contain the emotions welling up within her. "Sid," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you too." The phone cord tightened slightly in her grip as if holding on to the connection they were desperately trying to rebuild.

Sid's heart skipped a beat at her response, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding through him. "Vanity, I messed up. I should've never left like that," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his guilt. "I can't stand the thought of you feeling like it's your fault."

Vanity let out a shaky sigh, her fingers gently tracing the contours of the phone receiver. "I thought you... I thought you broke up with me," she admitted, her vulnerability laid bare. "I didn't know what to do, Sid. I felt so lost without you."

Sid's throat tightened, realising the depth of the hurt he had caused. "No, no, love, I would never break up with you," he reassured, his voice filled with earnestness. "I just needed some time to cool off, but I never meant for you to feel abandoned. I'm so sorry."

As the conversation unfolded, the air in the phone booth seemed to hold the echoes of their shared pain and the fragile strands of a reconciliation. "It's fine baby. How's America?" She asked. her voice, still soft and sad sounding. "fucking boring, Listen...i wish you were here" He admitted. "I wish i was there too Sid i really do. i miss you" She felt like she could cry, a small lump formed in her throat which she just swallowed.

"i miss you too, i love you" He repeated. no matter how many times he said it, it would never feel like it was enough. "I Love you too, when are you guys performing?" She asked. "Tomorrow night. i promise i'll be thinking of you every second i'm on this tour. that's all i can think about" He said and Vanity let out a cute little chuckle on the other end of the phone. "Listen, i gotta go get some sleep but i'll call you tomorrow yeah? before the show" He said. Vanity understood he needed his sleep so she agreed

"Yeah, i'd like that" She smiled, even though he couldn't see her he could just tell she was doing that beautiful grin she does when she's happy.
"Alright sweetheart." He said, "Talk to you tomorrow Sid, i love you" She replied. "I love you too" He grinned.

"Night" She said before th call ended. sid walked out of the phonebooth happy, fist-bumping the air as he did so at his victory.

now... on with the god damn show

A/N Heyyy everyone another chapter. sorry it's quite short but a bit at a time i guess. lmk what you think about it please. love you all