Vincent's POV
"Hurry, Veronica. I'm going to be late for my date with Wendy."
"I can't find my tutu with hearts on them!" Veronica yells back, tossing a bunch of her tutus from her drawers as she searches.
"You don't need that for a sleepover."
"Yes I do! My friends are going to wear their's and I'm going to be only one who's not!"
"Just get a pink or red one."
"IT'S NOT THE SAME!"
"Why are you yelling?" Mom asks, walking up next to me outside of Veronica's room.
"Mommy, I can't find my heart tutu!"
"You wore it yesterday and got maple syrup all over it. It's in the laundry room right now."
"See, Veronica? Let's go."
"No, I have to wear it! Wash it!"
"Sweetie, your brother's going to be late... and I'm going to be too," Mom gasped as she checked her phone. "Your dad's already outside waiting for me. I have to go, okay? And Veronica, don't make it hard on your brother. Just choose a pink or red tutu instead." She kisses Veronica and me on the forehead before hurrying downstairs.
I turn back my attention to Veronica.
"Please, let's go," I beg again.
"Okay..." Veronica solemnly looks at me, her eyes wide and glossy. "I guess I'll be the only one there without the heart tutu," she says, lip quivering.
"Fine," I groan. "I'll wash it real quick."
"Yay, you're the best brother ever!" Veronica lunges at me, hugging me and rubbing her face against my stomach.
"But you're cleaning up this mess tomorrow." I point to the landfill of tutus on her bed and carpet.
"Yes, sir!" Veronica salutes playfully.
Veronica leads the way to the laundry room and digs through the basket. She finds her tutu and hands it to me, and I immediately feel the maple syrup Mom mentioned earlier. I open the washing machine to drop it in, but Veronica starts screaming again.
"No! You have to hand wash it or you'll ruin it!"
"Veronica, we don't have time."
"You have to hand wash it," Veronica says adamantly.
I sigh and take it to the bathroom sink, pumping some hand soap onto it and lathering it with some water. Veronica nervously looks as I rushingly try to scrub all the stickiness away.
"You're supposed to be gentle," Veronica pouts.
"I'm also supposed to be eating dinner with Wendy right now," I retort.
Once the stickiness is gone, I squeeze most of the water out and hand it to Veronica while it is still damp. She scrunches her nose up.
"It's wet."
"Yep. That's what happens to things that touch water."
"How can I wear this?" she complains.
"Fine, I'll throw it in the dryer for a bit-"
"No! You'll burn it."
"We don't have time. It won't burn anyways. Don't worry."
"It will! It happened to my donut tutu once."
"Then what am I supposed to do?" I sigh. "How about a blow dryer?"
"It has to be on cool."
"You're driving me crazy."
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Started as His Girlfriend (Sequel to "Started as His Tutor")
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