"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity."
She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
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Vanity woke up the next morning, sitting up and rubbing her face. She saw Nikki's leather jacket hanging on the sofa, but Nikki was no where in sight.
Hm, he must of left already.
Vanity slowly got out of bed as the world spun around her, head throbbing and body aching as she took the first few steps.
She stumbled over to a pack of cigarettes and a pair of sunglasses that belonged to Nikki, then stepped outside on the balcony, to sit down and light a smoke.
Suddenly, the sliding glass door that lead inside opened and it startled her as she turned and saw Nikki.
"Uh...I'm leaving once I finish this." She said while holding up her cigarette, "and once I find my brother." She grumbled, "Your brother left and hour ago." Nikki had no emotion in his voice, "Oh...okay." Vanity said quietly as they both stood in the awkwardness, "Well I guess I should be going and uh..." she paused while she cleared her dry throat, "I'm sorry for the things I said while I was inebriated." Vanity told him without making eye contact and standing up.
"Wait, can we talk about a few things?" Nikki asked her. She slowly sat back down and nodded,
"I wanted to talk about...the uh fight we had." Nikki said while swallowing the lump that was in the back of his throat, Vanity sighed.
"Im sorry for the things I said to you, and putting a hole in your bedroom wall." Nikki told her, while trying to move closer to her, but Vanity kept scooting away from him.
"I just...I just got so upset with you, and I should've been in control." Nikki said while placing a hand on the side of her thigh, but he slowly took his hand away from her body when he felt her tense up.
"Vanity..." Nikki spoke her name softly, while taking off the sunglasses, moving pieces of her hair out of her face. But again, all he could notice was how she flinched and how her eyes screwed shut.
"Van, I know my actions from before speak differently, but I would never, ever lay a fucking finger on your pretty little self." Nikki said in barely a whisper, and finally Vanity met his gaze.
"How do I know that, Nikki? You shoved me and I knew you wanted to hit me the moment I saw your hand come up." Vanity finally spoke, and Nikki hung his head down low.
"I only shoved you to get you to relax, sounds stupid but what you said made my emotions take over me. I would never hit you. After all the things I've been through with my mother, I never laid a hand on her and I don't plan on ever laying a finger on any woman ever." Nikki tried explaining to her.
