Chapter ~ 8

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~~~Ashley’s POV~~~

On our way home from the mall I keep seeing Vic look at me out of the corner of my eye.

He look’s at me and smiles. I smile back.

“what?” I ask.

“nothing.” he says and smiles.

I look out the window awkwardly and he starts humming.

“so, uh, how was your day going?” I awkwardly ask.

“goooood… what about you?”

“uh pretty good.” I respond and smile then looks back out the window.

We pull up to the house and get out. We each grab some bags and walk up to the house.

Once we are inside I see Tony smiling like a mad man.

“hey, you’re quite happy!” I say.

“huh? Oh, yeah. I am.” he responds.

“ohhhhh, what is it about turtle?!” Vic says after setting my bags down and pokes Tony in the ribs.

“well, this so called ‘awkward turtle’ got himself a girl turtle.” he says satisfied with his answer and pointing to himself.

“NO WAY!” Vic exclaims. Tony laughs and nods.

“OH MY GOD MY BABY TURTLE IS GROWING UP!” I say wiping away a fake tear.

“MIKE JAIME COME HERE!!” Vic yells to get them to hear this.

“WHAT?!” they both yell from separate rooms of the house. They both come running into the living room.

“TONY GOT HIMSELF A GIRLY-TURTLE!” Vic says.

“OH MY GOD NO WAY! I THOUGHT THIS MOMENT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN!” Jaime exclaimed and got a smack from Tony on the back of the head.

“AWE LETS SEE A PICTURE!” Mike yells.

Tony gets out his phone and shows us a picture. She’s very pretty! She has long purple hair with the tips dip-dyed black, both sleeves full of tattoos, and lots of piercing.

“DOES SHE LIKE HARRY POTTER OR DOES SHE HAVE STUPID STAR WARS TATTOOS LIKE YOU?!” Mike once again yells.

“actually her exact words were - ‘ I would way rather watch Star Wars than stupid Harry Pothead.” tony says with a smirk.

Mikes jaw drops. Vic asks,

“I like this girl! What is her name?”

“her name is Blair.” Tony says with a smile.

“AWE YOU TWO WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!” I yell super excitedly.

“who wants to celebrate?!” Jaime asks

“me!” both Mike and I yell at the same time.

“do you have any Jaegermeister or Jack Daniels?” I ask.

“ugh, Whiskey is my thing.” Mike groans.

“now it’s our thing. I could beat you in a contest on downing it.” I smirk in his direction.

“oh you are so on.” mike pours each of us 4 shots. Two Jaeger, and two JD.

“Bring it on little lady.” he challenges.

“I may be small but I can hold my alcohol.” I smirk getting ready to down the shots.

“Vic count us down.”

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