Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S3 Pt4 - Blindsided

I hadn't seen Vinnie yet. I knew he was here. I knew where he was. I knew he had seen me. But I felt like I was missing out on something. How does he get to march all the way into the club I'm comfortable in and see me and I don't get to see him?? That doesn't seem fair, does it? No. It doesn't.

I leaned over the bar to look down at the back. I couldn't see very well because of how it was lit and how many people were there. Spence didn't notice what I was doing as he was talking to one of the girls from the tour. I didn't give a fuck. He was probably doing exactly what I should be doing right now: distracting myself from thinking about that one person. But that's much easier to do when your one person isn't steps away from you.

Br: Well if it isn't Y/n herself!
Y/n: Hello, Bryce.
Br: Hello? So formal now. Don't act like a stranger.
Y/n: Sorry. You know I don't mean to. I'm just a bit distracted.
Br: Oh... Right. I'm sorry. Guess I should've given you a heads up or something. But to be fair, it was all over social media and I didn't know you would be here.
Y/n: It's not your fault, Bryce. And I deleted all social apps from my phone.
Br: Wow. Sometimes I wish I could do that, but I would go bankrupt, so maybe that's not the best idea.
Y/n: Yea... maybe not.
Br: When did you move back?
Y/n: About a month ago.
Br: It's been that long? How does that work for school?
Y/n: I do some homework online.
Br: That's gotta be hard.
Y/n: Yea, a bit.
Br: Well, I'm going out for a smoke if you'd like to join me. Weed, not cigs.
Y/n: That actually sounds like a great idea. Spence, I'll be right back.
Sp: Ok... Don't leave for too long so you can come back in.

Bryce and I went outside and turned around the corner. I was looking down at my shoes as I was walking, trying to make sure I didn't fall over. I didn't realize just how drunk I truly was.

Br: Woah, there. You okay?
Y/n: Yea. Yea. I'm good.
Br: You're a little stumbly. Maybe you should sit this one out and just enjoy the fresh air.
Y/n: Yea, that's probably for the best.

We leaned against the side of the building. It was so good to actually feel the air on my skin. I always get hot when I'm drunk and it was so hot in there. It's not exactly cold yet in New York, but it's not warm either. It was late and chilly outside, but it felt amazing. I just melted into the wall and closed my eyes. I felt safe because I knew Bryce wouldn't let anything happen to me and I knew he was there because I could smell the weed.

I stayed still for about five minutes. Bryce was talking to me and someone else, but I didn't care because it was the first time I relaxed all night.

When I opened my eyes, I saw who the other person was that Bryce was talking to. Are you fucking serious?

Br: I'll give you guys a minute. I'm going back inside.

I stayed still, almost like I was frozen. I hate this. I hate that he still has this effect on me. Why can't I move? Why can't I scream? Why can't I follow Bryce inside right now? Why can't I curse him out for rushing me? I wasn't ready to see him. Not yet.

V: Hey...
Y/n: What are you doing here?
V: I didn't mean to follow you. I went outside to breathe and I didn't see you at the bar. Tana told me that Bryce was out here, so I came to join him. I didn't know you were with him.
Y/n: Ok.
V: I understand that you don't really wanna see me right now.
Y/n: And you would be right.
V: I know, but please. Just let me talk.
Y/n: Vinnie, I ca-
V: Please? Just two minutes.
Y/n: Two. That's it.

V: Ok. I just wanna start off by saying that I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I'm sorry I fought with you. I'm sorry I made you feel like you needed to move away from me to an apartment. I can't even begin to express how sorry I am for telling you to go to back home. I was wrong. I don't know what I was thinking. I forgot how boring my life is without you. How empty it is without you. I was never the bigger person with you. I thought that sulking in my room was more effective than actually doing something to fix us. Maybe it's because I never know what to say. The one time I spoke up, it ended in this. But I didn't mean it. I was so stupid to try and convince myself that we needed space and that New York would be better for you, for us. It's not better for us. It's 3000 miles of distance and no contact whatsoever. It's absolutely heart wrenching radio silence. And maybe I'm being corny by saying that fate rather than chance or coincidence brought us to the same club tonight. But, can you really tell me that it's not true? I texted you all week to tell you I was coming to New York. I know you hate being blindsided, so I tried to do everything in my power to make sure that didn't happen to you. But, it did. And I'm sorry. But, I will not apologize for being able to see you again and speak to you again. God, I missed you so much. My room doesn't feel the same without you. Even Hera lays down on your pillow, sad that you're not there. We need you. I need you. So please, just say something to me so I know where you stand.