"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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*Flashback* ~Nikki's POV~
"Okay, Nikki. Look right here for me! Perfect! Can you put your hand on Brandi's hip a bit?" I rolled my eyes and did what he said, "Beautiful! These are gonna be some great shots!"
Another click of the camera as Brandi kisses my cheek and tries to nuzzle her face into my neck. I pull away, tensing up when she shows a slight ounce of affection. I looked at the camera when the photographer yelled at me again, "Most husbands would love to be doing something like this with their wife." Brandi whispered in my ear, her lips grazing against it.
I gripped her hips when she wiggled around in my lap, digging deep enough to feel the bones "Well, we aren't a typical couple, now are we, sweetheart?"
Brandi smirked before she gave me a kiss on the lips. My heart felt like a piece of barb wire was wrapped around it, ripping it to shreds as I pulled away from her.
"Can we take a break?" I asked the photographer as he sighed but nodded anyways. I shoved Brandi off my lap and onto the couch. I snatched the sheets away from her and wrapped it around my waist.
I grabbed a water and sat down in a chair as some woman came over and started fixing my hair, "George thinks your hair is still a bit messy..." She squeaked, avoiding eye contact as I chuckled.
"Yeah, just do whatever. I don't care." I grumbled, watching Brandi walk over in a black silk robe, "What? Can I just fucking have a minute?"
She shook her head and handed out a gold vile, "You need to relax, baby." I rolled my eyes but took it from her anyways. I dipped my finger inside, bringing out a dab of white powder and snorting it.
"Thanks for looking out for me." I laughed and handed it back to her.
"Can you at least pretend to be nice? This is my job Nikki and George is one of the best photographers out on the scene. I at least pretend to be interested when I got to the studio." Brandi whined as I glared at her.
"Only interested in the band once the money comes through. Just fuck off Brandi. I'll be ready in a minute!" I snapped at her, glares matching one another as she eyed the stylist before going back to the set.
"Sorry about that." I whispered to her as she brushed it off and continued to comb my hair out to make it flat. I stared off into space, thinking about Vanity and Arianna. God, I knew the moment I went back there that would be the end of her and I. I know she's pissed with me, I don't blame her. I can't find the courage to even fucking call her because I know what kind of shit storm I'll walk into. Fuck, I created it.
