Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S3 Pt4 - Blindsided

I've done nothing this week but cry, eat, and watch Criminal Minds. The BAU always knows how to make me smile.

It's already Saturday morning. My mom made me french toast in bed. She feels bad for me. She doesn't want me to break again. I have no friends here, except maybe Spencer.

Devy reached out to me two days ago. It was very out of the blue. We never really talked before. Apparently we took a photo together at the birthday party. We look hot. I just don't remember taking it. She said that we should catch up some time.

She seems really nice, but everything from LA feels like a trap. I don't know if I should trust it. I'll ask Spencer what he thinks.

It's weird how he kind of became my new best friend. I mean, there isn't really a clear boundary because I've always found him attractive and I wanted to fuck him so badly in high school, but I don't think that I could ever be in love with him.

It's for the best. I can't fall in love right now. How can I fall in love with someone when I'm already in love with someone else?

I sadly won't be able to relate to Playboi Carti's Fell in Luv any time soon, especially since I muted Vinnie's texts.

I spent the next five hours watching more Criminal Minds. My mom said she was gonna get me a spin bike with a TV in it so that I'm not just in bed all day. Those are really expensive so she said it's count as my birthday and Christmas present. I'm not entirely opposed to that, though. I'd like to stay in shape and I do love biking. I just don't wanna waste her money by never using it.

I went out with Spence for the first time two weeks ago. Last week was interesting. No bets were made last time, but we did kiss.

It was spontaneous. There were no sparks flying or anything, but it felt good. It felt good to feel someone else.

I don't know if I'd go any further. Drunk me is a different person, so we never know. But, I have to mentally prepare myself for if I do it. The only thing I know for sure is that he's good at it. Hopefully that doesn't drive me in the wrong direction tonight.

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Bar: My two favorite people are back!
Y/n: Hey, bud! I never got your name.
Bar: Oh, it's just Marc.
Sp: Markie Marc.
Bar: Nah, that's Wahlberg. I'm just Marc.
Y/n: Ok then, just Marc.

Bar: It's a full house tonight. We got some party bus coming.
Y/n: Party bus? Like a bachelor party?
Bar: No, not really.
Y/n: Frat?
Bar: Closer to that. I don't know. They're on some sort of road trip, tour thingy. Some people flew in though. Anyways, I know one of them so they got to hook up with Langs.
Sp: That's enough about them.
Y/n: Why? This sounds interesting. I love a good party bus. But you said a tour? Are they famous musicians or something?
Bar: Amateurly. You probably don't know them.

Sp: Can you stop gossiping and get back to our drinks please?
Bar: You're already on your second? Who pissed in your panties this morning?
Sp: What??
Bar: You've never heard that saying before?
Sp: No! It's also almost 11. Not morning.
Bar: Whatever, sour puss. Another Jbomb coming up.

Something's off with him again. He always gets weird around "just Marc." I wonder what happened between them in the past for them to be like that? Also, why is he so agitated about the group? I guess it makes sense because he has to deal with a bunch of friends coming in and potentially fucking things up. But shouldn't he be happy for how much money he'll make tonight?

I don't know. He's a weird guy. I'm still figuring him out.

The DJ was playing house music right now. David always loved house music at the club. Ugh, I can't think about him right now. I'm still mad.