The Story of Us

The Story of Ice Cream and Movies

"I mean I just don't get it, I loved him! And he said he loved me! He's a traitor! A puttaniere! Un cazzo fica!" she wails.

"Vinnie I know he was a stronzo!" I growl at the memory of him.

"And they can't even find the cazzo cagna!" she growls. It's true. Reece has been 'missing' since the day I escaped. I got out of the hospital yesterday. They let me out on the day I was better and this is my free day before going back to school. I'm always on watch by someone. But today I told Parker I was going to spend time with Vinnie. So he backed off when he came in my house and saw tubs of Ice-Cream and Ryan Gosling movies piled on the coffee table. Vinnie actually threw a shoe at him. My family left the house too so Vinnie and I could have alone time.

"You know what! Forget about him! Let's just eat some Cookies 'n' Cream and watch Ryan Gosling!" I smile and pop in the DVD.

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After a few movies and some ice-cream tubs Vinnie pauses the movie.

"Hey, we should get tattoos one day," Vinnie looks at me.

"Oh no, I'm not into all that body art stuff," I protest and turn my body to face hers.

"C'mon please! I was looking and I found some really cute tattoos for besties! They were so cute! Look I'll show you some!" she says sliding out her phone. She opens up her phone and goes to the gallery. She hands me her phone and I look through them. They are actually really cute.

"I don't know if I would even be allowed," I sigh and Vinnie gives me a flat look.

"So what, it's your body. Plus of he says no my mom can sign it." she shrugs and I sigh and turn back to the movie.

"Maybe," I tell her and she squeals and tackles me to the ground in excitement.

"Yes!" she does a battle cry and starts tickling me. I laugh and squirm under her as she digs her fingers in my sides and under my knees. Because I am oddly ticklish there.

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 The rest of the day we spend laying around. Until eventually Vinnie goes home. Parker comes a few minutes later and he opens the door and shuts it quickly.

"Hey, baby," he breathes and my stomach flutters.

I love when he calls me that.

"Hey," I breathe and kiss him quickly.

"What were you guys up to?" he plops down next to me and wraps an arm around my waist. I snuggle to his side.

"Girl stuff," I reply vaguely.

"Yeah but what girl stuff? Like were you talking about me?" he asks.