A/N: Just kind of made this up since I didn't get a plot. It's short sorry!
"Why don't you ever clean up after yourself, Vic!" You yelled, exasperated. "Isn't that your job?" He shot back. Your jaw dropped. "Did you really just fucking say that." You whispered. He didn't seem to hear you. "All you do is nag all the time!" He yelled at you. "It's getting really fucking annoying, Y/N. Just shut up for once." Okay that one hurt. You wiped away tears that had fallen down your cheeks. Vic shook his head angrily, glaring at you and then he stomped up the stairs. You sank down to the floor crying softly. Vic had never spoken to you like that.
A while later Vic came back downstairs and went into the kitchen. You heard water running and some dishes clanking together. About 10 minutes later Vic came in, turned on some soft music and stood in front of you. Silently he held out his hand for you to take it. He helped you up and pulled you in for a hug. You tentatively hugged him back. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He whispered in your ear. "It's okay." You replied, smiling at his tenderness. "Care to dance?" Vic whispered. You could practically hear the smirk on his voice. That's what he had said at prom to you. The very first thing. "I'd love to." You smiled. He looked at you and kissed you gently. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. You replied by kissing him softly.
