every last bit of love and lust fade away in that moment
3rd person view
it's been 6 months since y/n and vinnie broke up. y/n's still apart of the house but she doesn't live there. after y/n left that night, everybody in the house got mad at vinnie.
till this day, everybody just stays neutral just because they live together. however, each and everyone of them knows they wouldn't be friends right now if it wasn't for the fact that they live together.
when i say nobody likes eachother, i mean nobody. the only people they like are their girlfriend / boyfriend. y/n kept the house together and now she's not there.
they had a meet and greet with fans today. none of them were ready for what's about to happen.
y/n's pov
i walk into the building and my ears fill with the screaming supporters. i smile brightly and make my way backstage. i don't know what's gonna happen today, i haven't seen anybody from the house in a while.
only the girls and i kept in contact and from what i've heard, they all dislike eachother. "hey y/n, glad you could make it. just in advanced, you're sitting next to vinnie." the manager informs me.
i nod slowly and see everybody walk in the door. i take a deep breath and get ready for this 2 hour meet and greet.
i sit next to vinnie and the tension in the air is thick. the rest of the house hasn't said anything to anybody. "hey you guys, we have sway gaming here to answer any questions you have, just say who you're asking." the host says.
"this is for y/n, are you happy you left the house to live on your own?" a girl asks. "uhm, i mean i have my own life and career. so, am i happy? i mean i'm getting there, it's just life." i shrug.
"ohh okay. vinnie, do you have a new girlfriend?" the same girl asks. dang, they just jump right into it. "no, i don't." he responds.
"okay this is for liya. do you think it's y/n's fault that the house fell apart?" another girl says. girl, what type of question-
"uhm, no. but i do think she shouldn't have left over a boy. we were a house and family, we could've worked it out. but everybody's different right?" she side eyes me. girl-
"maddy, why are all of you guys drifting apart?"
"i don't know. everything went downhill once vinnie and y/n broke up. y/n kept the house together and we were use to it."
why is everybody blaming me? "y/n what's your opinion. do you think it's your fault?"
"i don't think so. i may have kept the house together but i can't always help people out. it was my mental health first, before anything." i say, the crowd nodding.
1 hour later
so far, everybody's been shading me. it's apparently my fault the house broke up, i was immature, and blah blah blah. vinnie's been looking at me and honestly i don't want to be here.
"this is for y/n. what was your favorite thing and memory about vinnie?" oh wow.
"uhm my favorite thing about him was probably his smile and personality. my favorite memory with him was when we use to talk at our spot." i smile thinking about those days.
i hear the crowd aww. "how about you vinnie what's your favorite thing and memory with y/n?"
"my favorite thing about her is her, just her. she's an amazing person and deserves the world. my favorite memory, no doubt, was always seeing her smile and when she use to lay on me. those moments were the best." he looks at me while answering the question.
i sigh and think about our relationship.
"okay, last question is for y/n and vinnie. would you guys ever get back together?"
we both look at eachother and look away. i shrug and vinnie looks down. "i hope so. maybe one day?" hope laced in this voice.
i put on a fake smile, saying bye and thank you to all the supporters. i walk off stage and grab my belongings, ready to go home.
"she left, it IS her fault the house fell apart. her shit with vinnie got in the way." i hear liya say. i choose to ignore it and gather everything i need. "i know you hear me y/n."
i turn around and mentally cuss her out. "i do but i'm not going to argue with somebody who use to be family over drama with my ex. it's not worth it nor has any correlation." i raise an eyebrow.
"please- if you and vinnie never broke up, you wouldn't be so miserable. he's right, you need him more than he needs you. that's why right after you left, emily came over. he never liked you, he did it for your supporters." she covers her mouth knowing she said too much.
i look at everybody else as they quickly put down their heads. i stare at vinnie and see tears welling.
"so everything was a lie basically? you ALL knew he didn't really lOvE me but sat there and let me go through shit for three years? okay. THE HOUSE WAS NEVER PERFECT TO BEGIN WITH. YOU guys broke it and now you're living with guilt. that's the only reason you're so upset" i point my finger.
"y/n.. it did start off as trying to please the supporters but i did fall in love with you. i got mad because i knew our relationship was never honest from the jump." vinnie says lowly.
"i want nothing to do with you guys. liya, you stood there and told me everything would be okay. all along, you were just trying to tell yourself it'll be okay. vinnie, you deserve everything that's gonna happen to you." i walk out the building.
"y/n please." vinnie grabs my arm before i enter my car.
"please what? it's no use, this little argument is gonna end with us fighting and saying mean shit to eachother." i point between us.
"so you have no feelings for me? you can stand here and say you don't love me anymore?" he questions.
"yes i can because i don't. you don't know what i went through for the past six months and you don't deserve to know. the last time i saw you, was the last time i cared for you. i don't care what you do anymore. you're alive right? okay, so everything's fine. you live with regret, i have nothing to feel sorry about." i keep eye contact.
"i'm sorry. what don't you understand?" he cries. "and i'm sorry your ego is so damn big that you think saying a pitty ass sorry is gonna make everything colorful and pretty. it's NOT. ask some other girl who would LOVE to be wrapped around your manipulating ass finger."
"i'm having sympathy and you're acting like a bit-" i easily slap my hand across his cheek, shutting him up.
"i'm a bitch? i know, you made that real fucking clear. so let me make MYSELF clear, you're a LOWLIFE ass nigga who thinks his looks can get him everything. IT'S NOT. GO. TO. HELL." i say sternly and shut my car door.
i drive out my parking space watching him cry.
A/N
a few ppl asked for a pt.3
honestly i had no motivation to write at all. i'm sorry.
i'm mentally and physically tired🫂.
BUT I HAVE AN IMAGINE FOR TMRW THAT IM RLLY EXCITED ABOUT🏃🏽♀️😏
hope you enjoyed<33
-n.
