Vulquinn One-shots

Switch it Up (Q's POV)

A soft humming noise fills my ears as I slowly become conscious as my sleepy state wears away. Cool air pushes against my nose and it feels like there's something on my face. I open my eyes and my hand goes to rub my eyes but is met with the mask covering my face.

"AAAH!" I pull the mask off, startled and then my eyes shift to my room. The thing was: this wasn't my room. It was far too clean to be my room. "What am I doing in Sal's room? He never lets anyone in here." I say out loud then quickly cover my mouth with my hand. That was not my voice that came out.

I quickly jump out of bed and walk to the mirror and i'm quickly met with Sal's reflection instead of my own.

"No shit." I say in awe as I stare at the reflection before me. I look to my arms and see all the familiar tattoos that were set permanently in Sal's skin. I run my fingers through his unkept beard. He really needs to trim this mess. And finally, I lift up the leg of my shorts to reveal the iconic Jaden Smith tattoo and have a good laugh all by myself.

I look around his room since it was a spectacle I rarely saw; The mask was his stupid sleep apnea mask, every detail of his room was perfect and not a thing was out of place, unlike how things are in my room. When I thought back to my own room, a sudden realization hits me like a truck.

My journal.

I left it out in the open for anyone who isn't me to find it and snoop through. The one person who is most likely to find it in this scenario: Sal. Assuming he's the one in my body that is. He's the one person I don't want reading that right now. I crumble into complete panic mode in search for his phone. After shuffling around and making sure everything it put back properly, I find it inside his bedside drawer. I scroll through his contacts quickly and find mine. 'Q-T pie' how cute, a clever play on my name. I quickly hit call and wait for the dial tone to die down.

"Hello?" His voice — actually, my voice technically — comes through the speaker and I couldn't be happier to hear it.

"Sal! Thank god you picked up. What the hell is going on?!"

"I guess we switched bodies or something. You don't have anything important to do today that would need me to be you... right?" Is this what I really sound like all the time? I think for a moment and realize today is the one day I have off from any responsibilities.

"No, I don't have anything. Do you have anything I have to do for you?" Please say no, please say no.

"Pretty sure I got lunch with Gatto today, nothing else I can think of. But check my calendar in my phone just in case, and for the love of god DO NOT destroy my house." I quickly hang up not wanting to hear his endless ramblings about the cleanliness of his house. I know the rules around here, i've been friends with him for most of our life. Besides, I wouldn't even dream of messing up his house. We did that once and he was a little bitter about it for a while.

Lunch with Gatto, huh? That's not too bad, it could be worse. I check his calendar then quickly look to a clock.

"Shit I need to get rolling already!" I throw on whatever clothes I could find that made for a 'normal' Sal outfit, grabbed my keys, and bolted out the front door. I meet Joe out in front of the hole-in-the-wall restaurant we all usually go to and he greets me with a beaming smile.

"There he is! America's sweetheart." He pulls me into a hug and we head on inside. I feel the pressure on me as I try to act in the most Sal way I can, but I don't know if i'm forcing it too much or not showing it enough. "Sal, are you okay? I know you're nervous all the time but you seem extra nervous today." He chuckles as he looks over the menu. My palms feel sweaty but I know he would never guess that I was trapped in his body, but if he did that'd be way too much to even try and explain.