literally everything was uncomfortable. I went from shorts and tee shirt, to shorts and tank top, to shorts and tank top and sweatshirt, and still couldnt fuckin' sleep.
i just.. laid there.. staring into the distance.
my mind racing with thoughts. i look to the side and see my mannequin, fabric half on it. I forgot that the outfit was supposed to be for vox. his birthday was in a month, and i wanted to get him matching suits with me and val. i already finished valentino's, i was just working on vox's.
i was never to fond of "matching" this, "matching" that. but, i'll let it slide.
just staring at the mannequin me guilty. i know if vox was here he'd say it wasn't my fault, or something corny like that. honestly, im suprisef he actually cares for me, considering how i treat his ass.
i couldn't fuckin' sleep, so i got up and went to grab something to eat. my shoulder still hurts after that shithead threw me against the dumpster.
honestly, unnecessary.
i was walking to the kitchen and saw the light was already on. woah, val? "val i said not to keep an eye off of vox." I mumbled, my voice raspy as i looked into the fridge.
"he's literally in the room next to us." i mean, true, but still.
"and what if his heart stops beating or some shit?" i ask, grabbing a bite of a leftover apple in the fridge. "velvet he should be fine, you said so yourself. you bandaged him and checked his pulse, he's good. the worse that can happen is him waking up and moving around." He muttered.
he took another sip of his milk. "so like, in guessing you cant sleep either, hmm?" he asked. i nodded. "same." he replied.
"i just cant help but think its my fault his ass got jumped."
"how so?"
"i mean like, im the one who convinced him to go. ya know what i mean?" i asked. the pimp sighed, before placing his glass down.
"To be fair, yes. yes, it is your fault." my eyebrows furrowed. "But then again, you're not the reason al beat his little ass." He explained.
"Alastor was just picking a fight with him. It ain't your fault, toots. don't beat yourself up, mkay?" he chuckled.
"Ok mr. therapist." i sneered.
"hey, i aint just gonna sit here and let ya beat your ass up on some little piece'a shit. Vox would do the same." He said.
silence. i took another bite of my apple.
"so like.. ya'll got a thing going on, don't you?" i ask, leaning on the table. "I guess you can say that." he said softly, finishing his glass of milk. hah, i knew it.
"well, toodles. get sleep, take care of vox." i say, throwing out my apple core and waving goodnight to val.
eh, sleep didn't really hit the spot, but at least i actually fell asleep today..
after waking up a pretty late, i quickly got dressed and did my hair.
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(Live footage)
i walked down the hall and was immediately swarmed by reporters.
"Miss velvet, where is vox?" "Miss velvet, why are you so late?" "Miss velvet, over here!" "Miss velvet, when's the next show?"
Do these people have any fucking idea what personal space is? Clearly not.
I answered a few questions and signed two autographs before leaving and walking into vox's room.
"Hey val. How's he doing?" I ask, walking over and sitting on the bed where he rested.
"He's okay. I might have to take work off, but i need to start planning my next—"
"Val, take work off." I say, cutting him off. He sighed. "Alright."
"Good. Dont let anyone enter his room, cant let anyone see his ass like this." I instructed him before leaving. I should probably send an email out to everyone talking about work being off. Give that little pink feminine slut, angel, a break. (That's what Val calls him)
I walked into my fashion room and saw everyone working already. Sweet. I quickly ran upstairs into my office and signed in as Val into V-MAIL.
(Vox-mail XD get it? Lmaoaoao)
I sent out an email to everyone talking about his— or "my" absence on work today, before signing off and checking my emails.
Huh, fashion show down in dickshit ave. I guess I'll mark my calendar.
