dms: timmy connors

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van: what?
babyboy: I have to go:(
van: no
babyboy: im going back tomorrow
van: what the fuck????
van: tomorrow???
babyboy: dooney found a studio in la
van: you can't leave me:((
babyboy: it's cheaper baby
van: ni
van: yuo cnay leave me
van: tomnru
babyboy: VANESSA NO STOP
van: I'm so saddn
babyboy: i love you
van: I don't want tou to leave
babyboy: strop
babyboy: you're making me cru
van: I need you:(
babyboy: I don'twanna fuckirj leave
van: we just got togethersz
van: I spent all the time trying to figure out how I felt
babyboy: can i say something?
van: yea
babyboy: I knew I liked you since the first time I held you
babyboy: no, before
van: stop you're makinf this worse
van: kmso amsad
babyboy: I need to see U
van: I can't leave the house.
babyboy: I need to see you before tomorrow
van: we need to

vanessa started crying harder not knowing if she was gonna hold timmy again. for some reason her dad was mad at her..

"dad," vanessa walked into his room and wiped her still wet cheeks.

"don't start right now vanessa."

"what did I even do?!"

"your mother told me.. about you and nick." he responded.

"that was one time."

"yeah maybe it was," he sighed, "I bet you were gonna come ask me to go see one of the boys, weren't you?"

vanessa's heart sunk to her stomach, why would her mother sell her out?

"yes, I was gonna ask you but it's different. I love timmy."

"I'm sure he loves you, rather, he loves your body." her dad snarled.

"excuse me? what the fuck?"

"you're a total slut, van."

"no, I'm not."

"you're slept with both of them."

"no! no, I didn't!"

"I can't believe how you turned out."

"EAT MY FUCKING DICK!" vanessa screamed, running back into her room and slamming the door.

in her room she walked around frantically, she couldn't stop moving, she was too restless. the anger she felt made her heartbeat behind her eyes and loudly in her ears.

without thinking about it, she gripped her purse and her pulled her large black suitcase out of her closet. stuffing all her clothes into it, she angrily huffed. she packed all her makeup products and underwear, even her toothbrush.

once everything she had ever owned was packed she sat on her bed and looked at the shoebox that contained all the money she had ever saved. $1,093.54 saved ever since she was in second grade, most of the money she had ever gotten all in one box. before she could change her mind she shoved the box in her matching black traveling backpack.

eventually her dad had fallen asleep and she hastily wrote a note to him:

dad,

im tired of being here. i love timothy with all my heart and ill probably be home soon. im going to california with him. don't try to call.

-van

-

she got to timmy's hotel and she knocked on the door.

"van?" he asked, wiping his tear stained eyes, "what are you doing here?"

"im going to california with you."

a/n: gahdamn