This is a deleted chapter following the drama from John/Kehlani. I didn't want hella fluff so I skipped it. But, hey! It's y'all's! It's shorter than I would want to give y'all tho ☹️
If y'all see any errors ignore them please.... I copy and pasted the chapter in without any edits so it may be a little rough.
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The car was foggy as I sat in the driveway of my home. I hadn't smoked this heavy in quite a while, but I needed it. I leaned my head back and watched as the smoke swirled around the closed quarters of my G-Wagon. I hadn't hotboxed a vehicle in years, but today was the day if I had ever experienced one.
I had been off tour for about two weeks now and hadn't heard back from Normani since. The John and the Kehlani situations had her shook up and I wouldn't be surprised or be able to blame her if she never spoke to me again. But, don't get it confused, Just because I wouldn't blame her does not mean I won't do everything in my power to stop it from happening. I had fallen for Normani. I initially thought that watching her from afar would make things anticlimactic. You know, the whole fantasy not equating to reality bit. After Kehlani, I was scared of falling in love with the "idea" of someone rather than who they really was, thus leading me into a spiral of disappointment due to the harsh truth of either boredom or them not being shit (like Kehlani loving love but being non-committal as fuck). But, just in typical Normani fashion, she proved me wrong every damn time. She was nurturing, understanding, sweet, sexy, and just all around wife material. And, I'd be damned if I loose her.
I leaned my head back on the headrest, engulfed in thoughts of her laugh, her eyes, the way she tilted her head when she concentrated... I was sprung bad, but my lack of proper communication and toxic ways probably killed that. Hell, if it wasn't for the smell of the weed in the car, I would still be able to smell her perfume. I hadn't realized that my eyes had been closed or that I was that deep in thought for so long until I heard a knocking on the passenger side window. I sat up, startled and somewhat pissed that my peace was being interrupted, only to see Rachelle laughing hysterically at my reaction. I rolled my eyes and rolled down the window, sure to voice my aggravation.
"You know what, fuck you Rachelle. It wouldn't have been so funny if you would have given me a heart attack, now would it?" I huffed, which caused her to laugh even harder.
"I still would have laughed before calling 911," She giggled before looking intently into the car before backing away. "Bitch, your car smells like a weed farm. The fuck?! You damn near gave me a damn contact high when you rolled down the window... What got you stressing like this, V?"
I blew it. That's what. Kehlani won't go away. And John definitely don't wanna go away and get the hell out of my life. Now, Normani thinks I'm just here to play games, fuck, and leave. But that's not the case with her..."I leaned my head back on the headrest, briefly catching a glimpse of my mary jane induced blood shot stare.
"Your feelings are valid. Buuuttttttt, so are hers. I've been telling you to chill out for a while, Vic. I guess you needed some shit like this to humble you," She stared at me for a second before speaking up again. "If it'll help... I know she's at brunch with Ryan, Kayla, and Tacir catching up since the girls are back from tour. You should pop up on some cute shit."
"And what good does that information do for me? She's probably out enjoying herself with the next man or woman right now," My tone was solem and frustrated.
"It can do a lot, the fuck?! Girl, get out your damn feelings and do something about it. Mani has been equally as distraught as you, but she has the balls to maneuver through it and you should do the same. Either get your woman back or hush. Like I said get dressed, get something nice and pop up on some cute shit," She was over my self pity bullshit and I needed to be too. "The girls are at The Vessel, you should stop by."
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Whirlwind {Slow Updates}
FanficNormani and Victoria are international recording artist of two very different worlds. But, somehow, their worlds clash. Will they become one?