•(Y/N)'s P.O.V.•
Pulling into the apartment plaza's parking lot you found an open parking space. Once parked you cut the engine and the car fell from life. Opening the car door with your car keys in hand, you exited your car and walked towards your apartment. Walking into the entrance, you were greeted by a friendly smile coming from the freckled familiar face of the afternoon host, Brandon.
"Good afternoon, (Y/N), how are you today?" He asked with a welcoming smile that radiated from his hazel eyes.
"I'm doing good Brandon, and yourself?" You asked already heading for the elevator.
"I'm quite well thank you!" He responded.
The elevator doors popped open, before entering the small square temporary room you looked back with a smile, "That's good. Have a good day!" You said. Turning back around you stepped into the elevator. Walking over to the floor selection panel, you pressed the number 3, the button glowing as the doors shut and you began your ride up.
Within 40 seconds the doors opened and the scenery had changed to a long hallway with multiple doors on both sides of the hallway. Stepping out, a women with a stroller occupied by a toddler replaced you in the elevator, the sweet scent of her perfume lingered down the hallway. Passing her with a friendly smile you continued your way down the hallway, until you reached door 365 on the right side of the hallway. Sticking the key into is designated slot you jiggled and turned your key until your ears were greeted by a click, removing the key you turned the knob, opening the door. Your eyes were greeted by a dark room, the blinds still down from this morning, sunlight cut off.
You sighed, dropping your keys on the shelf above the light switch which your hands found blindly with ease, flipping the switch on the room lit to life. Observing the quaint room your eyes caught something unexpected, you jumped backwards into the closed door. "Oh my God!" You squealed.
Jaime sat on the couch, holding the spare set of keys in hand. "Beat cha!" He grinned.
"H-How! Not funny!" You stuttered, still caught of guard from the friendly surprise.
"I don't take back roads like somebody else." He chuckled, his words obviously speaking of yourself.
"Psh it's pretty!" You argued with a giggle as you made your way through the living room into the small kitchen, taking a seat on a stool, placing your elbows on the island, you rested your chin in your hands.
Jaime turned around on the couch, "And the highways are faster, what's better when you wanna scare a friend?" He grinned.
You sighed, taking a ripe Macintosh apple from the woven fruit basket, in your hand. "Ah, shut up!" You laughed, tossing the apple at him.
Catching the apple in his hand before it could hit him Jaime grinned. "Why thank you!" He said in a wise ass tone, taking a bite out of the apple.
"You're impossible I swear!" You muttered, jumping off the stool.
Jaime chuckled, you could feel his satisfied smirk at your back, "Where ya going, fighter?" He asked curiously. You heard him take another bite of the apple.
"To my room." You called back, continuing down the small narrow hallway with only three doors, a bathroom, spare room, and your bedroom.
"Oh, alright. That's cool just, ya know leaving me here!" Jaime spoke with sarcasm.
"I never said you couldn't come along." You said as you walked into your small bed room, the floor decorated with discarded cloths, both dirty and clean. Your bed still unmade and blinds still down. The ocean teal walls empty, minuscule holes, scars from tacks, dotted the walls. Walking over to your desk you opened the top drawer, a pile of pictures greeted your eyes upon opening, taking the pictures in your hand you turned back around to the dotted wall.
"Whatcha doing?" Jaime's unexpected voice made you jump, bringing your attention to the taller male figure that stood in your door way.
"You gotta stop scaring me!" You laughed softly, walking back to the wall, parallel to your bed. "And, I'm bringing memories back." You said as you sorted through the pictures, all of you with one of the boys. Remembering you forgot to grab the tacks you sighed, "Wanna get me tacks, they're in the second drawer down in my desk." You asked Jaime, due to the fact he was closer.
"Hmm, why did you ever put them away?" He asked, already heading for the desk. He opened the drawer, grabbing the box of tacks. The rattling sound was followed by the words, "Heads up!"
You gasped, dropping the pictures as you made a last moment shift to catch the rattling box of tacks. Catching it in between your hands you sighed, "Let's just hand them to me next time, alright?" You laughed, Jaime was much like a child sometimes, making it impossible for you to become frustrated with him.
He nodded sharply with a playful smile, "So why did you ever put away the memories?" He repeated his question walking towards you and the scattered pile of pictures. He picked up a few photos, and began realizing why before you even began explaining.
"Seeing these pictures just made it harder for me to cope with the idea of Vic being gone, Tony hating me, getting over Mike, and the fear of losing you as a friend." You confessed to the floor as you picked up the scattered memories.
Jaime nodded, "Reasonable." He commented, picking up another photo. "Oh crap! I remember this day! It was Vic's birthday!" He laughed, showing the picture to you, of you and Vic making matching obnoxious faces, the stress of holding back laughter showed in both of your faces.
You smiled at the memory, sill fresh in you mind. "Me too, remember this one?" You chuckled, displaying a picture of Vic on Jaime's back, Tony and Mike both laughing at the ridiculous action.
"He's heavier than he looks!" Jaime laughed, standing up he handed his half of collected photos to you.
"Nah, you're just weak!" You teased, turning back to the wall.
Jaime scoffed, "Alright, whatever, (Y/N)." He laughed, arriving at your side, he too stared at the blank ocean teal wall. "So, how does this work?" He asked tilting his head.
"Well, you take a tack and tack the picture to the wall! They can be crooked, straight, over lapping, anything!" You instructed with a smile. Taking the first picture on the pile, and opening the box of tacks you began your mission.
•VIC's P.O.V. •
"How long until you get out of here?" Mike asked, impatience in his eyes. He became more comfortable as tension in the room began to evaporate into nothing. He took a seat in the coffee stained, blue cloth visitor chair. The coffee stains told stories I could never know, did that visitor's patient, friend, sister, brother, mother, father, daughter, son, grand father, grand mother, make it? The endless question of life began to eat away at my walls.
I sighed, shaking myself of the thought. I couldn't be thinking like that, I couldn't think of death. "Well, I mean I'm fine now. I think they'll keep me here for one more night. I'm not sure yet though." I finally answered after much delay.
Mike nodded, "Alright..." He sighed, the room filled with unwelcome silence. As the silence became thicker Mike no longer could take it, quickly he thought up a question, "So how have they been treating you here?" He asked, slicing the silence.
I shrugged, "Alright, I guess. I mean they're not mothering me, ya know? I just want to go home." I sighed, looking down at my blanketed feet.
"Oh.." Mike mumbled.
Not wanting silence to take over again I thought of another question, "So where have you been staying? Jaime told me, (Y/N) moved out." I looked at my brother, hoping it wasn't too early to be mentioning (Y/N) in our conversations.
"Yeah," Mike nodded, picking his gaze up from the tiles on the floor to meet my eyes, "But I live in the same place, just with a spare room now." He said and I could swear I heard a bit of dismay in his words.
I nodded, "Must be nice, ya know? Having everything to yourself and all." I said in an attempt to lighten up his mood. Even in the hospital I found myself trying to fix others, it was just a habit.
Mike sighed, adjusting his position in the chair, "Yeah, I guess. I get kinda lonely sometimes. At first I had anger, and the fans. But soon the fans became the angry ones once they realized that we weren't getting back together, then guilt became my roommate." He said flatly. His words spoke a hidden, symbolic message than Im not sure even he picked up.
"Well, I mean I could always move in. I'd pay my half and everything." I said realizing I had no place to call home after this.
"(Y/N) has a spare room at her place." He commented flatly, thinking I'd rather be with her.
"Nah, family first." I smiled, my eyes were finally greeted by the smile I had been aiming for.
"Okay, I'll get you your key when you get out of here." He smiled again.
I slowly began to feel the pieces of my heart click back together, things were going to be okay.
•••AUTHOR'S NOTE•••
Hey guys! Sorry that this chapter is kind of boring, it's organizing things for the sequel! Comment what you think!
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