Drella

I beeped Mom's horn and she batted my hand away. "Drella," she sighed angrily.
"What?" I snapped.
"Stop it. Vic has already heard you,"
"Just checking," I smiled sweetly.
"Maybe I should go talk to his mom,"
"You wouldn't mix," I told her.
"Why?"
"She's nice,"
"Drella, stop," she warned.
"I'll be on a plane and with Dad soon. You have no me for three days," I told her. "Not that you even care I'll be gone," I added.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Maybe the fact that I was out all night and you didn't even notice,"
"Were you?"
"Yeah. Doesn't even matter," I shrugged. Then I saw Vic and sighed in relief. The last thing I need is time with my mom. I got out the car and hugged Vic. He squeezed me and grinned.
"I'm so excited,"
"I know. Let's get your case in. I'm going to say bye to your mom,"
"Okay," Vic replied. I jogged down to Vic's door and saw his mom.
"We're about to go," I explained.
"Be careful and call me when you get there," she said.
"I'll make sure he does,"
"And are you sure you don't want any money? The ticket must be at least $900,"
"We bought them ages ago. My mom was going to come with me but she has to work. It's fine," I hugged her and kissed her on each cheek.
"Where's my kiss?" Mike asked, suddenly appearing with three of his friends behind him. His mom looked at him and hit him across the head.
"Sorry, my kisses are reserved for my boyfriend," I said easily.
"Pshh . . . That guy,"
"Yeah, that guy," I nodded.
"Come on. Give me a hug? I promise I won't kiss you,"
"Just a hug?"
"I swear,"
"Fine," I rolled my eyes. Mike stepped forward and I hugged him gently. Then I felt his hand touch my ass.
"Leave her alone, Mike!" Vic called.
"Remember why I was expelled from New York?" I asked him quietly.
"Yeah,"
"If you squeeze my ass I'm going to do the same to your room, Mr Virgin,"
"Got it, Drella," he smiled. I pulled away and saw Vic next to me.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. He went to hug his mom and then we went back to Mom's car. I sat in the back with Vic. Mom drove and I leant against Vic.
"Does Mike actually like me?" I frowned.
"Yeah, it's kind of weird. He knows nothing could ever happen and that you don't like him and you have a boyfriend. But he can't help flirting with you,"
"If he didn't flirt with me I might want to hang out with him,"
"I'll tell him," Vic smiled.
When we got to the airport Mom pulled up outside at the drop off point. "Your dad will pick you guys up when you get in New York," Mom said. We got out the car and got our cases. We walked inside and I led us over to check in. I handed our stuff over and Vic went over to fill out some forms.
"What's that?" I asked when I went over to him.
"Nothing," he smiled.
"You sure?" I frowned.
"Sure," he shrugged.
We went over to our gate and waited. When we were called we had to go through security. One of the men were looking at forms and stopped Vic.
"What's wrong?" I rushed.
"Just need to check him over," the guy shrugged. Vic was patted down and went through the metal detector. "Can we see these pills?"
"What pills?" I asked stupidly.
"Yeah, sure," Vic muttered. He took a box out of his backpack and I looked at it. Anti-depressants.
"All fine. Enjoy your flight," he smiled. I got my bag and took Vic's hand. I dragged him over to go on the plane. He didn't say anything so we just walked until we were able to get on and take our seats. I was sitting next to him with an empty seat next to us.
It was fifteen minutes into the flight before Vic said anything. "Are you talking to me?" he asked.
"I've been waiting for you to talk. But I am, yeah,"
"Are you still my friend?"
"I'm taking you with me to my hometown. You're my best friend, Vic,"
"Do you think I'm a freak, Ella?" he asked carefully.
"Don't talk shit, Vic. You're not a freak,"
"Really?" he asked hopefully.
"You're normal. Maybe you just need something to help you not feel abnormal. You get it? I just wish you would have told me,"
"You haven't told me everything," Vic stated.
"But Christ, I could help you,"
"How?" he muttered.
"Mike said you've been happier since we've been friends. You stand up for yourself now and you're more confident. You'd never have come on a plane with me when we first met,"
"You have helped me. Have I helped you?"
"You make me happy," I told him.
"So no," he smiled.
"Victor," I complained. I put my hand on his forearm. "You're my best friend," I said and squeezed his arm.
"Ahh," Vic gasped.
"What?" I rushed. "What did I do?"
"Nothing," he muttered, but his eyebrows were knitted together in pain.
"Tell me," I urged. Then it clicked. "Why have I never seen your arms?" I whispered.
"Drella, please," he muttered.
"I've known you for going on three months. You're my best friend. I've slept in your room. But I've never seen your bare arms,"
"Can we not do this now?" Vic begged.
"We have four and a half hours to talk about it. Lift up your sleeve," I urged. Vic lifted up his right sleeve and I laughed humourlessly. "The other one,"
"I can't," he breathed, tears in his eyes.
"Bathroom, now," I ordered. Vic went to walk to the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and followed him a minute later. I opened the door and squeezed in the small space, locking the door behind me. How people have sex here is beyond me. "Show me," I said firmly. Vic sighed and pulled his left sleeve up. I gasped at what I saw. His perfect, beautiful tanned skin was flawed. A mixture of white scars, grey healing marks and angry red cuts littering his arm. They shot all the way up his forearm. I took his arm and held it gently. Then I ran my finger tips over the lumps. I didn't want to hurt him.
"I'm so ugly," Vic said through gritted teeth. I shook my head and got down on my knees. "What're you doing?" Vic rushed. Then I brought my lips to his arm. I kissed the scars gently. I could feel Vic's tears fall onto my head.
"I'm kissing your cuts better," I explained. "Are they just on your arm?"
"I have them on my chest too," he told me.
"None on your legs?" I asked.
"No,"
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise," he said and I laughed. It was only then I realised I had tears in my eyes too. I went through my bag and found some cream I use when my eczema makes my elbows cut up. I squirted it on his arm and gently rubbed it in. Then I lifted his shirt up. I covered the cuts with cream. Slowly I pulled his shirt down and the arm down. I stood up and pulled Vic to me. He was sobbing now.
"I'm here," I told him. "Everything will be okay, I promise, Vic. I love you and I'm going to help you get through this. Okay?"
"Okay?" he nodded and sniffled. I hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. I got some tissue and gave it to him. He wiped his face and fixed himself. "You look a mess," I teased.
"Yeah,"
"You have hours to look better though,"
"Yeah," he repeated.
"You okay?"
"Yeah,"
"Promise?"
"Yeah," he said again.
"Come on, Yeah Boy," I laughed. Vic took my hand and I squeezed it. I opened the door and we walked out. "Get ready for New York," I told him.

Notes

Hey! Wow, I've written so much today. So how are the Drellic (I love that name!) shippers doing? ;)

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