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Truth Be Told

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Chapter 4: Truth Be Told

Vanessa's P.O.V

"I'll just go wake up Luke. Why don't you girls call Duke?" Marie said going towards Mickey's room. Yeah that’s my nickname for Luke. Today, in the morning we all woke up early to finally reveal the death of Shawn to Mickey.

 "Hey you making coffee?" I asked Lucy remembering that Mickey would definitely have a bad hangover.

"Yep" she said popping the 'p'

"Make one more." I said.

"What am I? your slave" she said raising her eyebrow.

"Please" I said rolling my eyes.

"For whom? You don’t drink coffee" she said confused.

"Just make one. I wanna try it." I lied. I hadn’t told Lucy anything about last night, I don’t know why I just didn’t felt like telling her anything. Eyeing me suspiciously she turned back to make another cup.

"Go call Duke" this time she demanded me.

"No" I simply refused.

"I'm making you coffee. C'mon go and call him, please" she sighed.

"Ugh! fine, but just because you said please." She just grinned at me.

I went walking towards the back garden where Duke had been all day although it was just 1 o'clock.

"Duke, come in." I just simply said after seeing that he had heard. I turned around to leave but not before hearing him mumble 'I'm her boss or is she mine?"

I chuckled hearing him. I sighed realizing i can't really hate the guy, i mean he has also helped us. Usually in training he would be the one who would be tough on us, scold us and underestimate us but i guess that might just be the reason why we're the best agents.

Going back to the kitchen I saw the coffee cup on the table. I just grabbed a sticky note from the drawer and wrote 'it'll help the hangover' in my messy writing. Sticking it on the cup I walked out of the kitchen seeing Lucy sitting on the couch I plopped down beside her.

"Vee?" Lucy said.

"Mmm" I murmured.

"Sing for me" Lucy said looking at me with the puppy dog face. Yeah people I can sing but only Lucy knows that ever since I was a child I wanted to be big, famous, powerful in short a celebrity. We both dreamt of being stars. Lucy's dance is fucking awesome. We thought that we'd probably have our own shows where I would sing and she would dance. But they were just dreams.

"I don’t have my guitar" I tried to make an excuse but who was I kidding. Lucy just rolled her eyes and grabbed my guitar she must've hidden from behind the couch.

"Which song" I asked sighing. When we were little and new at the agency I usually sang to Lucy until we both were asleep.

"You know" she said smiling at me. I know what it was 'You and I' by one direction it has always been her favorite song. After we were in a comfortable position-with her legs on me and my legs on the coffee table

 I started strumming the guitar lightly

I figured it out, I figured out from black and white

Second and hours, maybe we had to take some time

I know how it goes, I know how it goes from wrong and right

Silence and sound, did they ever hold each other tight like us

Did they ever fight like us?