"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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~January 26th, 1996~
Our heads turned when the door opened up and in cane our new therapist, "Someone move over to the chair please." She stated as I got up, Nikki's hand falling off my lap. I sat in the deep blue chair adjacent to the couch Nikki was on.
"I am Dr. Crystal Peterson." She smiled, pearly white teeth showing through a plum red shade of lipstick as she stuck out her hand for me to shake.
"Vanity."
"Nikki."
She nodded as she put a notepad and a folder down on the table. She put on a pair of glasses that were connected to a beaded necklace, "So, tell me a little about yourself Nikki."
He glanced at me for a second before turning back to Crystal, "Uh...okay-" he cleared his throat with a cough, "Um, I'm in a band. I'm from San Jose but I moved around a lot before I ended up here in San Jose. I play bass in my band and write songs. I like photography um....yeah. That's it." Nikki scratched the top of his head awkwardly.
"Vanity?"
I rolled my eyes, "I was born and raised in Texas to a wealthy family. Moved to LA when I was in my twenties. I work at a diner as hostess. I like shopping and traveling. I have a daughter-"
"We, we have a daughter." Nikki butted in.
"Sorry, we have a daughter. She'll be six in May and her name is Arianna."
Crystal nodded, "Vanity, can you tell me something about Nikki? Anything."
"Um...I don't know-"
"You don't know anything about him?" She cut me off as I stared at her.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. Um, Nikki he uh...he collects knifes and guns?"
"Interesting hobby."
Nikki shrugged, "They're cool."
"Nikki? Can you tell me something about Vanity? Anything you want as well."
Nikki chuckled to himself, "She has my bands name tattooed on her ass cheek."
I glared and rolled my eyes, "Nikki, that's private."
"We're in therapy Van. Relax. Have some fun." Nikki retorted as he reached for his water to take a sip.
