dms: timmy connors

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"get off." vanessa whispered to nick in a hushed voice, nick moved quickly to get away from her.

"vanessa?! you home, baby?" a female voice called from the living room.

"mom?!" vanessa responded.

she heard her mom's footsteps walking down the hall to her room, the door opened and her mom glanced over the room.

"hi van, does your dad allow boys in your room now?" she raised her eyebrows.

nick turned his head to face vanessa's mom.

"oh shit," her mom said, "why is nick bean here?"

"you know me?" nick asked.

"yeah, vanessa used to be really far up your ass, you were all she talked about, besides that timmy kid."

"mom." vanessa warned."

"sorry!" she laughed, "im just here to pick up some clothes. nick, honey, I think it's time for you to leave."

nick glanced at vanessa and nodded.

"yeah, it was nice to meet you ma'am." he shook her hand and headed out the door.

after a good few seconds of vanessa's mom looking at her skeptically, vanessa broke the silence.

"so..."

"so, do you want to tell me what that was all about?"

"well, he and I were just hanging out."

"yeah, and that's why he had a massive hard-on when he walked past me right now?"

"oh,"

"yeah, 'oh'." she mocked her tone, "vanessa, your father and I realize that you're seventeen now but there's a reason we don't like boys in your room..."

vanessa made some lame excuse that her mom, for some reason believed. she scolded her a few times as she packed some clothes up but she promised she wouldn't tell her dad anything as long as there would be no more boys in her room.

as she kissed her mother goodbye her pocket buzzed.

new text from fuckboy:

fuckboy: we need to talk
van: timmy, I just wanna be done with this shit.
van: we both know we aren't good together
fuckboy: ill drop everyone for you
van: lol what
fuckboy: it's you that I want to be with
fuckboy: no one makes me happy like u do
van: I don't know what ur talking about lol
fuckboy: be my babygirl
fuckboy: my only babygirl

a/n: i..uh...gotta go