I've been really preoccupied this week. School has been a lot, but being with Vinnie took a lot off my mind.
I was helping Jax with coping with his mom stuff, but he was being really pretentious about the money he just got. He was spending it like it was endless. Normally, that wouldn't have bothered me too much, especially since he wasn't doing well. But, my mom just lost her job and I might have to move out of my apartment. No part time job that I could get would pay for this place.
I haven't exactly told Vinnie yet, either. I didn't want to worry him. But, he's been asking to come over and I don't want him to see the boxes I bought, just in case I have to move quickly.
I went straight after school today. I didn't stop by his house or even call him. It's not that I have to do those things every day; he certainly doesn't expect that either. It's just that I know I'm hiding something important from him, so it feels kinda wrong not to say anything. I know he'll want to be there for me, but I don't even know if I'm moving yet. I don't want to stress him out over nothing.
Jokes on me, though. I thought I could just go home and take a nap and turn my phone off. I forgot I gave Vin my spare keys a couple weeks ago.
All of a sudden, he was in my apartment, and he didn't look happy. He had one of the empty boxes in his hand. He held it up in front of me, questioning why I had them. He didn't really look mad about the boxes, though.
V: What is this?
Y/n: It's a box.
V: Don't be smart. Why do you have it?
Y/n: I wanted to do some cardboard paintings. Try something new in my free time.
V: Free time? All your free time is spent with me. And you can't paint for shit.
Y/n: Hey!
V: What? You can't. So, why do you have the boxes? Is your best friend Jax moving in or something?
That is not where I thought he was going with this. Seriously?? We can't leave Jax alone for two seconds!
Y/n: Vinnie, stop it! Why are you so insecure about our relationship when I have giving you absolutely no reason to be?!
V: This! This is my reason. I asked you a question and you're sitting here ignoring my calls, making jokes, getting defensive, and turning it on me! I did nothing wrong. I asked you a simple question about why you boxes in your house. The same boxes that you had when you moved in. As your boyfriend, I feel like I should know what's going on.
Y/n: I wasn't ready to tell you yet!!
V: Tell me what?!!
Y/n: I didn't want to tell you because then it would make it real...
I broke down crying. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to show any emotion, but clearly I had no control over that right now. Vinnie came over and sat on the bed next to me. He pulled me into his arms and comforted me until I stopped crying.
Y/n: I don't know what I'm gonna do...
My voice cracked as I spoke to him. I hated that. I hated how much of a mess I was right now, but it's hard to conceal emotions that have been bottled up for a while. Ms. Elsa would be real mad at me right now. "Conceal, don't feel," my ass. It's not that easy. Disney should not be teaching me unhealthy coping mechanisms.
V: What's going on?
Y/n: I- My- Um... My mom lost her job.
V: What?! But she was in such a high position.
Y/n: Yea, I know. She was at the company for like 15 years. I took her forever to get there. And she got into an argument with her boss and he fired her.
V: That's so fucked up.
Y/n: She's looking for another job, but that's not easy to do in New York. Hopefully she'll get some offers, but right now, we're in a tight spot.
He rubbed circles on my back. It was definitely calming me down. My love language is physical touch, after all. I would not have handled this well at all if he wasn't actually here with me.
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Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story
Fanfiction*Contains smut* This started as a smut book, but the storyline comes in a few chapters in. There's a lot of drama in this story. Please enjoy. You're just arriving at your college apartment and you have too much stuff that you need a moving crew to...
