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Vic and I finally found an apartment and we were moving into in within a couple of days. We basically already have, considering we were sleeping here and staying here twenty four seven. Was it the biggest apartment? No. But it was worth it, because we had found an apartment that was near the beach. It was outside of our price range because well, it was near the beach and it was a newer apartment. And with all the equipment Vic has been buying for the band him and his friends have been putting together, we're still broke as hell. I've been trying to get a new job and maybe Vic would get another job, on top of his low paying job he has now. I understand that he has hope for his band, but very few artists actually make it, and I just want him to have things to lean on if it doesn't work out. It's not that I don't support him, I do, like a lot. And I don't want the crappy jobs he has now to be the salary we're living on.

At this point, the band has been Vic's main priority. He's rarely home and it's bothering me. Like I know he's not cheating on me or anything. At least I hope he isn't. I feel like I'm one of those clingy boyfriends and I feel bad.

I got a text from one of my old friends, her name is Danielle, if I'm not mistaken. The text had read: Hey want to get coffee or something just to catch up or whatnot? I miss talking to you xo. I don't know where she got my number from, but apparently she did. Danielle was one of my best friends throughout middle school and freshman and junior year of high school. Then, well, she turned into a bitch. But then, I realized, she didn't live in California. I texted her back saying I had moved to Cali. I mean, I defiantly would of, if I hadn't moved.

I made a couple of friends since I moved to Cali, and basically all of them are Vic's friends. I feel like they all hate me, honestly. Like they just, I don't even know. They don't even talk to me and whenever Vic is there they just act as if they love me.

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"Vic, you're gone for way too long." I told him as soon as he got home.

"We're going out on a date tonight, Okay?" He told me as he snaked his arms around my waist. I feel myself tense up and I deny the kiss he tried leaving on my cheek.

"Vic, no. Just fu.ck off. It's already nine, almost ten. I'm not going out. It's late." I responded, as I broke from his grasp.

"What's wrong, Kell?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, before storming off to my- our- room.

I have nothing to be pissed about, yet here I am, about to scream, angry tears streaming down my face.