dms: timmy connors

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"nick, I wanna go talk to him." vanessa looked over at nick and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"who?" nick asked, scrolling down his timeline and reading all the shit he was getting for hitting timmy.

"tc.." vanessa responded, making nick roll his eyes.

"why?"

"because.. because... because I care about him." vanessa finally spit out.

"are you kidding? after what he did to you?" nick protested.

"he didn't mean it. he was just, I don't know, in the moment." she stood up for him a little.

"fine, fuck it, go ahead." nick shrugged, "his own room number is 312."

"why does he have his own fucking room??" vanessa questioned.

"he's tired of us making fun of him snoring." zach added to the conversation, vanessa looked over to see that he and arina were cuddled on the love seat.

"well, his snoring is really fucking ugly." arina laughed quietly.

"your laugh is so cute." zach placed his hand on her cheek, whispering something else in her ear, making her laugh again.

"at least someone is being consensual in this hotel room." nick remarked quietly under his breath.

"nick." vanessa scolded, "I'll be back." she got her phone and her charger, walking to the elevator, heading to the fourth floor.

checking her phone once again she groaned at the amount of texts, dms, tweets and followers she had gotten.

texts from her friends in the fam:

"I can't believe"
"we asked you if there was something going on with Timmy I can't believe you lied to us wtf"
"TIMMY IH MYVHID"
"ARE U DATIN. TIMMY"
"WHAT ARE HIS LIPS LIKE"
"I'm UNSTANNING Timmy bc what he did was wrong"
"he's such a little prick"
"you're a hoe"
"suddenly your on nicks dick now??? hahah"
"are you okay? :("
"I love you!"
"feel better"

she glanced over all of them and ignored them. she had suddenly jumped to 2,983 followers. another 20+ dms and 20+ interactions.

vanessa stood infront of timmy's hotel door and knocked quietly.

"tc, it's van.."

knock
knock

"timothy.."

knock
knock

"timmy-" vanessa got ready to knock again as the door opened in front of her.

"vanessa.. what are you doing here?" timmy stood in front of her in his ugly blue flannel, dark jeans and his combat boots.

"I just, I don't know, wanted to check in.." she couldn't look him in the eyes because she was afraid of him a little.

"I'm sorry, I am, I don't know what happened. I want you." he said almost inaudibly.

"can I come in?" vanessa asked quietly, "just so we can, ya know, talk?"

"uh. I don't think so." he shifted in front of the door uncomfortably.

"timmy, baby!" a familiar voice called from inside his room.

"who's that?" vanessa wondered aloud but timmy didn't respond.

"tc, is that room service?" a girl walked up to timmy from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist, "oh, it's you."

"why the fuck is that skank here?" vanessa's voice hardened in anger.

"my name is kay, not skank." kay smiled, resting her head into his warm back.

"hm, well I think that 'skank' suits you better." vanessa shoved timmy's chest back, making kay stumble to catch her footing.

"vanessa, please wait-" timmy called out.

"suggadick."

a/n: HAHAHAHAHHA MORE NEXT CHAPTER ILY