If We Ever Get an Hour Together (A Van McCann fanfiction)

Ignore it Everytime

Lucia:

"She's so immature. Everything, literally everything, has to be about her." I could hear Gabi speaking in her room. She was probably doing it intentionally, too. I opened my laptop and created a new document. 

There once was a girl named Gabi who was a complete ass!!! And hypocrite!!!!! 

Obviously not my best work. I deleted the document and slammed my laptop closed, flopping down on the bed and pressing my palms against my eyes. 

My phone started pinging with messages. Cesar. I dropped the phone back onto my bed and laid still, looking at the ceiling. I had work in an hour, and I was in the shittiest mood. 

I began to draft a new message to Van. 

Hey-my sister is in love with you even though she said you're just looking for groupies

I deleted it. 

Hey, Gabi sucks. 

Delete.

Hey, why is this such a big deal, when you're leaving in like three days?

I dropped the phone back down, not sending any messages. I didn't know what to do or say. Besides, I didn't have to get so hung up on a guy who was going to leave town in a matter of days. And Gabi didn't care. She just wanted to hook up with Van. Which, and I knew was mean, I didn't think he wanted anyway. And I had Cesar. Who knew my birthday, what type of ice cream I liked, how many times I had to fluff my pillow to go to sleep. Cesar already had his whole life laid out in front of him. Van was erratic and there was no telling where he would be in a month, forget a year. 

I straightened up, renewed my current thoughts. In a matter of days, this would all be over and we would all go back to routine. Gabi would find someone else, I would stay with Cesar,  and Van and the band would simply fade away into a good crazy memory that Gabi and I would brag to others about. 

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Van:

I looked down at my phone, reading the last message Lucia had sent to me. 

"Ok, now what?" Bondy leaned to read my phone, but I dropped it back into the pocket of my jacket.

"Nothing."

"Talking to Lucia eh? Even though she ditched you yesterday for her boyfriend?" Bondy stretched out on the couch next to me, flipping through the channels on the shitty television in front of us. I didn't say anything, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "We're leaving in like a week, have you told Lucia?"

"No, but since she has a boyfriend, I don't think she'll mind it much."

"You're so bitter. And so neutral about doing nothin'. If I were you I would've told Lucia she was cute and see where we'd gone from there."

"Well I'm not you Bondy. And- I don't care enough to do anything."

"So you don't like Lucia in that way?"

"No." I stared ahead. "I don't. You're right. We're going to leave soon and then I won't even remember Lucia or her sister, or her sister's friend. And you won't neither."

"Now, don't bring me into this. If Hannah wants to try something, I'm game." Bondy coughed. 

"Try something," I rolled my eyes, "You have nothing keeping you here. And she'll get tired of having to wait for you to phone. And then you'll start ignoring her."

"Geez alright, what crawled up and made a home in your arse?" Bondy muted the television. 

I refrained from answering, standing up and walking towards the room's balcony. I was itching for a smoke.