Say The Word. *REWRITTEN* (Victoria Justice And Tyson Ritter)

Chapter 16.

TYSON'S P.O.V

The feeling of sharp stings around my arms woke me up in an instant. I groaned, looking at my bandaged arm. I sighed and looked next to me, a smile taking place on my face almost immediately. She's beautiful.

I bent down and gave her a light kiss on the cheek, and pulled the blanket over her, before getting up from the hard floor and making my way over to the bathroom, holding on to whatever I could, as I still felt dizzy.

I dreadfully looked in the mirror, hating who stood before me. I sighed, closing the door, and got ready for the day.

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I decided on cooking up some breakfast for Vic and I. I began making the mix for her favorite choc chip pancakes, when two arms slid around my waist. I smiled, turning around.

"You should be resting." She smiled up at me dreamily, kissing me.

"Food is more important. Especially since you turn into the Grinch on an empty stomach. She polked my sides playfully, causing me to jump.

"Oh, I'm sorry, have you just declared war?" I said, smirking. She immediately stopped, backing away.

"Tyson, don't." She said, pointing a finger at me.

"I mean...it's only fair now." I slowly began to walk closer to her.

She ran towards the couch, but of course, I caught up, pinning her down on it, and tickling her until tears spilled from her eyes.

"Stop! Fuck stop I swear I'll pee on you!" She said, squirming under my grasp. I managed to give her one more good tickle before her knee accidentally sprang up, kneeing me straight in my groin. I fell on the floor, clutching it dearly.

"Oh my god." She laughed.

"I hate you." I strained, trying to laugh through the pain but, it only made it worse.

"You love me." she said, getting off the couch and putting her legs either side of me.

"That's questionable right now."

"Oh really? So I guess I'll just lea-" she began getting up, and I pulled her back laughing, and kissed her deeply.

The doorbell rang, and I sighed.

I got up like a crab, my balls still recovering. We made our way to the door, but the smell of something burning erupted through the air.

"SHIT THE PANCAKES" I screamed, running to the kitchen, disposing of the charred pancake.

VICTORIA'S P.O.V

Her annoying voice entered my eardrums forcefully and I immediately grimaced.

"Tyson!- what are you doing here?" She pulled a face at me.

"Great to see you too." I said sarcastically, before she pushed me aside and walked in.

"Ugh, what's that bitch doing here?" I heard her say to Tyson.

"Oh, I didn't know you talked in third person now." Tyson said, and I snorted. Ha, I loved him.

"Excuse me?" She seemed pissed.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I stutter?" She let out a pig groan at that. Tyson put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

"Jaclyn, what are you doing here.?" Tyson said calmly.

"Well, I was just coming over to see how you were doing, especially after our little intimate affair we shared last week." She pouted, and smirked at me. I gave her a glare and I felt Tyson tense up beside me.

"Well, I'm doing fine, as you can see. So if you don't mind, could you leave, please?" Tyson said, annoyed.

"Whatever. Oh and Victoria? It won't be long before he dumps you too. Just giving you a heads up."

"Okay, Jaclyn. Thanks." I said, unfazed, as I knew it wasn't true.

She rolled her eyes, looking like she'd explode, and stomped out the door.

"Listen, what she said about me and her-"

"Shut up, Ritter." I said, taking him by surprise, as I hugged him.

"Wait, you're not mad?" He asked.

"Hah nope. I'm actually feeling sorry for you. Hope you haven't caught anything." I joked, but he didn't share it.

"I'm serious, you're..okay?"

"Yes, Tyson. I get it. You weren't yourself. All that matters to me right now is that you're here, and I love you. And we're okay again." I smiled reassuringly.

"Now. You wanna help me make some pancakes?" He smiled.

"Pancakes!!!!!" I ran to the kitchen.

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"So good." I said, taking the last bite out of my pancake. Tyson agreed by letting out a satisfied grunt.

We stayed there in silence for a while.

"So, how are the guys and the band and stuff?" His whole demeanor changed with that one question.

"What's wrong?" He looked at his plate.

"I messed up."

"What do you mean you messed up, Ty?" I asked, attempting to hold his hand but he brushed me off instead.

"Its nothing I don't wanna talk about it." He said, getting up and taking both our plates to the sink.

"Don't do that, don't brush me off. We both know how that ended the last time." I pointed out.

"I just don't wanna talk about it, Vic!" His sudden burst caught me off guard and I stared at him with wide eyes. He sighed in frustration.

"I'm sorry, I just...I-"

"Its okay." I said quietly.

"No, its not. I shouldn't take it out on anybody but myself. I just...I don't feel like myself, Vic. I've changed, and I know it. I just- I feel so, angry. All the time, and- I'm just afraid to lose you again. I can't lose you again." tears started to spill out of his eyes.

"Hey hey, its okay, I'm here now, okay? I'm not going anywhere. It's going to be okay." I said. I hugged him tight.

"I'm not going anywhere." I repeated.

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"So we argued...then started shoving...and...I guess you can tell how it progressed." He explained. I couldn't believe it. Nick and Tyson? Fighting?

"A-are you serious?" I asked, knowing it was true. It all explained the faint bruises littering his face.

"Sadly, yes. And I wanna fix it, but...at the same time whenever I think of him, I just...I..." He let out a frustrated sigh.

"I just hate him a little at the moment." I nodded.

"Hey. Me and Chey fought, and we made up sooner or later. And after the fight, we just ended up becoming even closer. And I mean come on, take us as an example.
All I know now is, time fixes everything. You guys are gonna make up. I mean, you guys are like gorilla glue." I finished.

"You make it sound like we're married." He snorted.

"You guys act like it sometimes...to be honest I get quite jealous." I joked.

"True. So...should I call him?" He asked.

"No!" I said, flicking his head.

"Ow! Okay, aggressive much? So what do I do?" He said rubbing his head.

"Frickin' go to his house, Ritter! You can't do shit like this on the flippin phone!"

"Fine! Get in the car, sass pants." He ordered.

I went from Wreck it Ralph to Fix it Felix, and I loved it.