Recover and Progress

Chapter 3:

Don't forget to read Twisted + Burned to get the lovers point of view.

Recover + Progress
Chapter 3:

Women. I seriously hate them at times, I swear. Especially this one. One thing is, I will never understand them. Never. They're always complicated with their sort of analogies and stuff or whatever it is they use on us men.

He seemed to stand there for a while, stunned, and his eye even twitched a bit. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?" She even began to stand up.

"Uhh... Hold it right there. How'd you get in?" He was capable of getting his voice back after the sudden shock. His mind was spinning circles considering he just slept with the woman, again.

"The key under the door mat. You forget I lived here to ya know." She placed her hands upon her hips and her tone of voice held some sass to it. "Assuming yesterday and last night, I'm guessing everything is back to normal."

"Olette. I meant exactly what I said yesterday. There's no future with us. None. If anything I'd rather be stung with a thousand hornets than be with you. So I'm expecting all your shit to be out of my house by the end of the day or I'm throwing it out." He pushed past her to lay back in his bed after the major hangover started to kick in.

"That's how you treat me? This is ridiculous. Come on Vanitas I love you, you can't just kick me out like that! I have no where to go!" She turned around and shook his shoulders.

Vanitas was aggravated enough to the point where he decided not to roll over but to lean back a bit to push her away, but he pushed a bit to much and caused the girl to collapse to the floor. "Go Olette. I plan on getting back with Naminè. I don't need you."

"So that is what this is about?! You getting back with that- that- blonde! You're stupid and ignorant. I've always been here Vanitas but if that is how you want to be so be it." Olette got up and grabbed her stuff while slamming the door closed behind her.

"Finally some peace and quiet." He pulled the blanket over his head to fall back to sleep. It didn't seem like he slept for 4 hours but he did. Feeling groggy, he rolled over and was greeted by someone's face.

"Gah!" He jumped up and both of their foreheads banged against each other. "Who the hell?" While he rubbed his forehead, he looked to see who it was. "Ventus, what- you know what. I'm moving my house key. This is bull."

"House key? The door was left open and man should you see your house. I think you should really start getting a maid. It's quite a mess in there." Ventus was sitting on the floor after getting knocked back.

"What!" Vanitas shot straight out of bed and out of his room. His entire place was destroyed. "How did I sleep through this.." His flatscreen was on the floor, the couch was torn apart and even the kitchen had pots and pans all over the place.

"That is what a hangover can do for ya. Now doing worry about the mess. We gotta get going, get dressed." Ventus walked from his room and looked around before going over to the flatscreen and picked it up. "Damn, it's totally shattered."

"Shattered? That sounds like my life, but throw a little money my way and I can get that fixed." He chuckled. "Olette is on my last nerve. You know what, I should get the cops involved so they can do a number on her." He returned to his room and grabbed his phone, the only place and item not destroyed.

"Yo! We don't have time, Sora is waiting for us at the docks. Now get your ass dressed." His brother yelled from the other room.

"Ugh. Let me do what I do!" He gruffly walked over his closet to get changed. This time he wore just casual. Plain shirt and jeans including shoes. "Well. You gotta wait dude." One thing that needed to be done was his hair.