Disasterology ~ Vic Fuentes

Chapter ~ 22

~~~Ashley's POV~~~

Last night was fun but I just can't get this weird feeling out of me. I decide I have finally had enough and decide to go get some medicine. I change into a pair of Vic's boxer's and a Bring Me The Horizon sweatshirt and right when I'm done changing, I have to rush to the bathroom. I threw up everything I ate yesterday. Damn you Vic.

"hey, babe, everything alright?" Vic asks from the door way than comes over to me and rubs my back.

"yeah just not feeling s-" I threw up again and he held back my hair and continued to rub my back.

"I'm feeling fine." I said finally feeling a little bit better. He helps me off the floor and hugs me.

"you don't seem fine." he says.

"Vic I swear I am better now." I pull away from the hug and smile. He shakes his head and I walk out to the kitchen when he stops me halfway.

"hey Ashley?" he asks.

"yes?" I spin around to look at him.

"what if you're pregnant?" I think about it for a second then shake my head.

"nope you probably just got me sick. I'm fine!" I say and start walking towards the kitchen again. He catches up to me.

"just take a test please?" I finally get to the kitchen and start making pb and nutella sandwiches.

"Vic I am not pregnant! Calm down." I say turning around and leaning against the counter. He walks up to me and puts his hands on my hips and looks me in the eyes.

"please? I don't ask for a lot. Just please take a test." I sigh.

"tell you what. If I'm not feeling good in the morning I will take a test. How 'bout that?" I ask.

"fine." he kisses me than takes a sandwich and walks to the living room and sits down. I follow and turn on The Nightmare Before Christmas.

"oh god not this again.." he groans.

"you shut up!" I say and point at him. He sticks his tongue out and I get some peanut butter on my finger and smear it on his cheek.

He wipes it off and licks his finger. I roll my eyes and continue eating with my free hand.

"when am I getting these damn casts off?" I ask.

"I actually think you were supposed to go back and get them off." he says and finishes off his sandwich.

"are you kidding me? can't I just take them off myself?" I ask then get an idea. I smile than go get some scissors.

"here cut them off." I say.

"uh I think it might be safer for you to get them professionally removed..." he says hesitantly.

"than I shall do it myself." and with that I cute my casts off.

"see? I'm perfectly healed now." I say wiggling my arm and leg.

"wow. You didn't listen. Shocker." he says faking shock.

I slapped his arm and continued watching the nightmare before Christmas.

<a few hours later>

"it's already 5 pm? Wow time flies when your watching movies!" I laugh and look up at Vic who is smiling down at me.

"yes it does." his smile grows bigger.

I get up and go to get some food but the fridge is practically empty.

"you guys suck on food. I'm going to the market, want to come?" I ask grabbing car keys.

"sure but I really hope you are going to change." I look down and remember that I am still in boxers and a sweatshirt.

"uh, yeah be right back." I ran into our room and got dressed in my walking dead pajama pants, and Mrs. Daryl Dixon shirt. I walk back out put on some slippers than head out to the car.

"really?" he asks and points to my outfit when I get into the car.

"really." I smile and he drives to the store.

About 10 minutes later we pull up to the store and I get out and climb into the basket.

"seriously?" he asks me.

"you bet!" I say and he chuckles and starts heading into the store.

"what do we need?" he asks.

"MACERONI AND CHEESE!" I yell and he goes for the boxes of them but I stop him,

"get the microwaveable ones they are faster to cook and I'm too lazy to wait." I say seriously but end p bursting into laughter and he just laughs and continues walking around.

We get a shit load of stuff and then head out to buy it. I don't think the lady saw me in the cart because when I popped my head out from under all the food she screamed and jumped a little bit. I just laugh and help Vic unload the stuff onto the conveyor belt.

"and your total is $236.78." the cahier says and Vic hands her his card, she swipes it then we leave.

"viiiicc help meee." I say reaching my arms out for him to come pick me up.

"ugh." he groans and comes and picks me up out of the cart and puts me into the car.

"love you!" I yell when he closes my door. He gets in the car and drives back home.