Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

♡Part 2: Weve Both Been Acting (Vizzy)

*Written 9/24/23. Lizzy's pov*

**TW: Angst, mentions of abuse, and homophobia**

My alarm goes off and I wake up in a panic. Usually Dad wakes me up before my alarm goes off. I hope he hasn't been drinking again.

V grumbles sleepily and pulls me close to her. Right. V's here. Alive. In my bed. V's in my bed.

Maybe it's a good thing Dad didn't wake me up. He... wouldn't have been happy to see me cuddling a girl in my bed.

Back when Doll and I dated, phe found out and kicked me out for it. When I broke up with Doll later he said I was within his graces once more and allowed back in the house. I don't want to be here, but I have nowhere else to go. Plus, I'm still finishing up this after high-school program.

I try to snap out of it and focus on V. There's a positive! V's alive and that's more tha I can ask for right now. More than I deserve.

I hope she meant what she said about not leaving me yesterday.

I don't want to be alone.

And I know I'm not really alone. There's a ton of people at school who love me! Bit it's also not real, and I know that. They love who I act like for them, not who I am. It feels different with V for some reason. But, I guess it felt differe to with Doll too.

A blueish light is seeping in from the window and smoke rises from where it touches V. I think I remember hearing that disassemble drones burn in the sunlight?

I carefully wriggle free from V's grasp and sneak over to my window to close the blinds.

Before I even turned around, I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and bury their face in my hair. My first instinct was to scream, but then I realized it was just V.

"Morning," V mumbles into my hair. Her voice sounds deeper and sort of rough. I shiver a bit.

"Cold?" She asks.

I nod, even though it's only partially true.

V lets go of me and i turn around to see her presenting her jacket to me. She's only wearing a bra underneath. I know I'm not wearing one either! It's just... different... whe neither of us have a shirt on.

"V!" I yell, covering my face. "You can't just take your shirt off!"

V huffed. "Why not? You aren't wearing a shirt. Not like I'm naked either."

My systems overheat a little, just thinking about V with nothing on. "Fine. I'll take it," I grumble and put the jacket on. It's warm and smells like her. I close my eyes and hug myself.

"Enjoying yourself?" V teases.

I giggle and roll my eyes. "Shut up! Let me enjoy the fact that you're alive."

An awkward silence passes between us. I open my eyes and notice V looks sad. Her arms hang limp at her sides and se won't look at me.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "Did I say something wrong?"

It feels kinda like the world is falling away for a minute. I feel like V will fly off and never come back. I feel like I just lost her. And I feel like I deserve it.

Then V smiles.

It's a soft smile, unlike all her other crazy smiles I'd seen before. "I just... never thought I'd hear anyone say that." V shrugs and rubs her upper arm. "I'm kind of a jerk."

I can't help but laugh. "First of all, I know you aren't near as much a jerk as you act. I saw how you covered for Ms. Crazy Cannibal Emo Grape on the bus after she went psycho at camp.