I run down the stairs late for a rugby game. Thank you Rikki Rockett for talking my ear off for the past hour and a half. We've been talking a lot since they all went back to LA.
"Vicy!" I yell as I get to the foot of the stairs.
I'm trying to put on my stupid wrist brace.
"Vicy! Can you help me with this?" I yell.
Then it sinks in. Vicy is in LA with fucking CC. And fucking Bobby. And fucking Bret. And fucking Rikki Rockett. Why do I care about him so much!
I struggle to put on my brace using my teeth as a multipurpose tool.
This is what I wanted, right?
Why do I feel so cold and empty? Like a lost soul out of place.
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FanfictionVictoria -Vicy- Mercury is independent and will not let anyone do anything for her, Vicy works as a bouncer for a near bar, her best friend Mia is like her little sister, anyone hurts her they answer to Vicy. When walking in Brooklyn one day from he...
