Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S2Pt9 - Fucking Doctor's Orders.

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*Vin's POV*

Jx: I heard the car pull u- What the fuck is he doing here?!?

I wanted to punch him so badly. I really wanted him to regret that he ever tried to get between us. However, I remembered that we're at her aunt's house, her aunt that doesn't like me. So, I decided to just laugh in his face. Quite frankly, that might even be more effective.

V: I heard dinner's ready. I'm absolutely famished. Let's go eat.
Jx: No, wait what? What are you talking about? You were not invited.
V: Well, I came here with two of the three hosts, so I think you're outnumbered, bud. Something smells good in there, doesn't it Y/n?
Y/n: Yea, it really does. I think we should all go sit down.
Lan: I agree.

We all walked past Jax and into the house. He was astonished. This is honestly way more fun than beating the shit out of him, which I can only halfway do because of this stupid fucking boot. Humiliating and ignoring him is gonna be the way to break him
down.

We all sat down at the table. Dinner was just served. I sat next to Y/n and across from Landon. Jax and Y/n's aunt were at the heads of the table.

This was not a day when I was going to try some shit under the table, as sad as that is. Today is our day, Y/n's and mine, to fuck Jax up and to prove to her aunt that we're serious.

We all served our plates, which, obviously, did not go without some competition.

Jx: Y/n, could you please pass me the pasta?
Y/n: Uhh... sure, but you're closer to it.
Jx: Right, of course.

That was awkward as hell, but trust me, it didn't stop there.

Aunt: Um... Vincent?
V: Yes? And, please, call me Vinnie.
Aunt: Ok... Vinnie. Could you pass me the vegetables?
V: Of course.

Hey, don't judge. I don't have to kiss ass to anyone. That is anyone except for Y/n's family because we're going through a rocky patch and I need to fix this ASAP. I hope you see what I did there.

Anyways, the torture went on.

Jx: Hey, Lan?
Lan: Yea...?
Jx: Can you pass the juice?
Lan: It's closer to Vinnie.
Jx: Well, could you ask him to pass me the juice, please?
Lan: Why can't you just ask him? He's right there.
Jx: Landon! Can you please, for the love of God, ask Vinnie to pass me the juice?!
Lan: Jesus, who the fuck woke you up on the wrong side of the bed? Vinnie, can you pass him the juice?
V: I got it, Lan. Thanks.

I passed him the juice. A big part of me wanted to get up and pour it over his head, but that would start a fight at the dinner table before we even got to eat and the Y/l/n's do not like when people interrupt them from eating their precious food. So, I didn't get up. I showed maturity, and I passed him the juice. If I don't get some Y/l/n brownie points for that, I'm suing.

A few minutes later, I tried to break the ice by bringing up something I saw on the news that made me laugh.

V: Did you guys hear about the whole Wyoming thing with Kanye and Jef-
Jx: No one gives a shit about the what's-his-face from wherever-the-fuck! Can we just eat in peace?!
Aunt: Do you have to use such foul language at the dinner table? It's disrespectful. Have you no manners?
Jx: I'm so sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to.
Aunt: That's what I thought. Now, Vinnie, what were you saying?