Vanoss x Reader : Partners In Crime (REWRITING THIS STORY) (UNFINISHED)

Chapter 7

(Y/N)'s P.O.V  (Song: I was feeling sad until I listen to this by Ambition)

I open my eyes a little, still drowsy but get up anyways. As I get up, my back hurts a little. Maybe because of the mission or my sleeping position since I slept on the couch. I look over to the other side of the couch to see Luke, without wearing his shirt, passed out. Like it looks like if I shake him it won't wake him up. I just leave him be and walk upstairs to my room.

I take off my clothes and mask, I'm surprised I didn't take it off while I was sleeping. I jump into the shower and washed my body and hair, I mean I don't want to smell like a gas bomb and have dust and dirt allover me while in my home. I rinse off the soap and bubbles and put a towel on myself, drying off.

I put on some normal clothes but had to put on my mask. Since Luke is still here I can't let him see my face. I do trust him, just not enough for him to see my face. I head downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. As I waited for the coffee maker to - well make coffee obviously - I heard shifting from the living room along with a grunt.
'Yep, he's alive.'

I grab a cup and pour whatever coffee it has made and drink it, carefully of course. I hear Luke grunt a few more times and a few pops, stretching of course. What? You did you think he was doing? I took another sip of my coffee and started thinking about how life would go out for me.

"Uh, (N/N)? You here?" He morning voice boomed, it's kinda hot not going to lie.

"In the kitchen with coffee if you wants some." I exclaimed for him to hear me.

He found his way to the kitchen, still without a shirt, and walked over to the coffee maker. He poured some coffee and sat down next to me. He looked at me and I glanced at him.

"Why are you wet? Is it because of me?" He asked and did a fake hair flip.

"Oh yeah, that's right, men don't know how to shower or even know what a shower is." I jokingly said and he giggled a little.

After talking and few more cups of coffee he had to leave. He put on his shirt and walked to his car. Before he drove I waved at him and he waved back. I may be a criminal but I have manners. I took off my mask and went back inside my house, rubbing my eyes.

My stomach started growling, the thought of making eggs and bacon pop into my head. I went to the kitchen and opened my fridge to find only little or no food. I mean, I have leftovers but there's not much. I closed my fridge and started to get ready to go out and get myself food. I brushed my hair, grabbed my wallet, phone and keys and went to my car. I would go on the motorcycle but there would be too many bags so it wouldn't fit anyways.

I drove off and went to the store, food is the main thing on my mind. I parked my car in the parking lot and grabbed a cart. I went through isle to isle, picking up a few medical things on the way. I finished my shopping, I pushed my cart of bags to the trunk of my car. Some bags were a bit heavier than the others. 

"Can I help you with those bags?" A man behind me asked.

I turned around to see it was that guy from the beach, the one that caught my eye and Angel made fun of me for. I can't remember his name or even remember if he even told me his name. But I do remember what he looked like.

"Sure, thank you." I replied and he helped my load up my car.

"Heh, I've never would have thought we'd meet again." I blur out.

"Yeah, same here." He chuckled.

"So...how is life treating you?" I asked.

"A little hard but it's not bad, what about you?" He replied.

"I've been busy at...my job, so I haven't really took that much care for myself." I can't tell him what my "job" is.

"What do you do?" Well shit.

"I, uh," I gotta think fast, "work at a bank! Yes, I work at the nightshift - it's easy but there are people that do get pass."

"Hmm, I heard there was a robbery last night, I hope you don't work at that bank." He looked concerned.

"Heh, unfortunately I do, I was in the building and I smelled something funky in the hallway. Before I can investigate further, there was a explosion and it shook me. But I gladly made it out but I don't know about the robbers." I told him.

"That explains that bruise on your chin and I can see you're still shaken about it." He pointed out, "N-not that I'm saying you look bad - I mean you l-look pretty - I mean I'm not hitting on you!"

A chuckle at him being embarrassed, now that just makes him look cute. He stops his stuttering and laughs nervously with me. I smile at him and he returns the favor.

"Well, thank you for helping me for putting my groceries in my car. I really appreciate it." I looked at him.

"No problem at all, if you need any help you can call me. Actually I should give you my number before you try to call me." He pulls out a pen and grabs my arm gently.

He wrote his name and his phone number on my arm. I look back up at him and smile.

"Th- thank you. I'll see you around, Evan." This guy is just too sweet.

"See ya." He waved and I waved back.

I get in my car and drove back home, my thoughts are just filled of him. I feel like we should hang out some time. But I shouldn't let my feelings get in the way, I have to focus on work - since I kill people I doubt Evan and I will be together and he'll find out what I actually do. And, like I said, relationships just weigh you down when your doing something and you try to focus on your main objective. Nothing can go right for me, but in a few years I might live in a normal life.

I park in my driveway and put my groceries in where they need to be in the kitchen.  Though I just put everything in, I take out the carton of eggs, bacon, and orange juice. I cook my food and relax my body, the smell just reminds me of my family. Of course we have our bad times but it's the good times that shine the brightest though it may be a few. I wish I was younger to relive those moments.I eat my breakfast, full of nostalgia, peace and quiet.

*

I hear my door bell ring, I walk over and open it.

"Boi, how you doing?" June exclaimed.

I laugh, "Nothing is what I'm doing."

"Then come with me!" She held her hand out to me.

"Huh? Sure, I guess. But where are we going?" I asked.

"Uhh...Walk around town? I'm just bored, even watching videos make me bored." She admits.

"Alright, I'll come." She smiles and grabs my arm.

We drive around Vinewood, looking through store after store. Either buying stuff or fantasizing about buying stuff that is too expensive. It's nice to live a normal life, I realized that while June was driving through other parts of LS. I have something in the back of my head thinking that I'll never return to having a nice and average life - it's just I don't want that but I do at the same time. I don't want bruises; getting shot; slashes - I don't want to harm myself but I've already got myself in this mess. The only way back out of it is through my friends.

I turn my head to June and smile as she returns the same expression and turn to the road. I look through the window, the sky is in a sunset but the clouds are covering it. Maybe I should take a break from being a villain for a while. I need to be active, the healthy state of mind kind, if my friends help me be happy and be there for me I should do the same.

I breath in and let out a heavy sigh. I relax more into the passenger seat and let the music in the car take me into a wonderful place until the next stop.

To be continued...