This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Chapter Ten

I took my first personal day from work the next day. I felt bad for ditching the guys like that (mostly Vic) but I had more important things to focus on. Like, my brother and his cheating bitch of a fiancé coming into town. Oh, the joy.

"Why don't you make them stay in a hotel again?" Andy asked as he helped me move the coffee table so I could pull out the bed in the couch.

I grunted as we placed the heavy as fuck furniture underneath the kitchen table, "Because I'm a masochist."

"You are." Morgan agreed, looking up from the fashion magazine she was flicking through as she so ever helpfully sat on the couch.

"Shut up. Don't you have kids to raise?"

She smirked and shook her head, "My mom is watching them today."

"Thank God for Elaine." Andy praised, clasping his hands together and shaking them towards the ceiling.

I rolled my eyes at them before literally shoving her off of the couch. She glowered at me from her sprawled position on the floor before crawling dramatically towards Andy.

"I'm wounded!" She gasped, holding her hand up to him.

He snickered, "I've always liked you on your knees."

"Andrew!"

I couldn't help but laugh as I began to make the bed. The two bickered in the background and I lost myself in the art of folding clothes, my mind running off and thinking of how Vic was. Why was he cutting again? All I wanted to do was cuddle him and hold him tight - like any good friend of course. And that's all we were, so I had to be careful of any boundaries that I might pass.

"What time do they get in, again?" Morgan asked from her comfortable position between Andy's legs. Of course, her husband was smirking at me over her head, and I attempted to hold back a laugh.

"Three."

"It's three thirty."

I smirked, "I know."

Morgan laughed maniacally along with me while Andy looked a tad bit afraid.

...

I showed up at the airport at four. I easily found the disgruntled couple and could practically smell the slutiness off of Desiree.

She was small with brown hair and a round face. At one point in time I had thought she was beautiful but now, all I could see was her fucking my boyfriend. Thom was a fucking mess with his brown hair disheveled and his eyes red, standing beside her with their hands entwined. Yuck.

"You're late." Thom stated when I finally reached them.

"And you're an ass, but we can't change that, can we?" I mocked, folding my arms as I glared up at him.

Over the years, Thom had steadily lost weight from his drug addiction. He'd been clean for a while, two months tops, but then something had happened and he slipped back into his bad habits. I missed my older brother, the one was an ass to me but still managed to do his brotherly duties. Now he's just a beggar to me.

"No need to be a bitch." Desiree snapped.

"You're the one to talk." I growled, taking a threatening step closer to her.

I never really got a chance to punch the shit out of her. After I had thrown the vase at her and my ex, he'd dragged me out of the room while Desiree gathered her clothes. I was too busy screaming at him to pay any attention to her slipping out. Now that she was in front of me, and actually in my reach for twenty four hours, I could do whatever I wanted.