Drella Now

Vic was taking me somewhere. I didn't question it, I just let him guide me around the building. We came to a car park and I saw a large black tour bus in the distance. He made it. We walked up to the door and Vic opened it up. He took me inside and I looked around. Vic led me through a kitchen area, rows of bunks and into the end room. "We won't get disturbed now," he told me. Vic closed the door and then sat himself down on the couch. I turned around and laughed. There were guitars in this room and drawings of them all and letters on the walls. "What's so funny?" Vic asked.
"Guess who's a big rock star now," I teased.
"Shut up," he grinned. I went and sat next to him and leant up against him. He wrapped his arm around me. "Tell me what's wrong, Ella," Vic urged.
"Isn't it insane how we can go back to this. I only saw you an hour ago,"
"Ella," he warned.
"It's been twelve years. Long years. And we're acting like we're eighteen again,"
"Drella, stop," Vic sighed. "Just tell me,"
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I need you,"
"You said,"
"I just don't know what to do anymore, Vic. I'm so stuck,"
"What's been going on? Starting at the beginning might be nice,"
"After I left I went to Art School. It was amazing. Everything I hoped it would be. I graduated and got so many offers," l explained. "I even got gallery shows. People would buy my work. This one guy came to every show for a year. This was three years ago,"
"Who was he?" Vic asked.
"Shane Appleby. Have you heard of him?" I asked and Vic shook his head. "His family are old. They've lived in New York since it became a city. And they're very rich and influential, society wise. You know? High society. Up there,"
"So this Shane guy comes from a rich, old family that get invited to all the top rich people parties,"
"Basically," I nodded. "He kept on coming and in the end asked me out. We went out a few times and got together. We were together for two and a half years, then he . . ." I stopped. I couldn't say it.
"What?" Vic asked. I didn't say anything. I just put my left hand forward, showcasing the beautiful, expensive engagement ring. "How long?" Vic asked quietly.
"He asked me six months ago,"
"When are you . . .?"
"Three months," I sighed.
"No," Vic shook his head. He stood up and covered his face.
"What did you expect?" I suddenly laughed humourlessly. "Just because I loved you that I wouldn't see people,"
"That's not why I'm angry, Drella," Vic spat. I recoiled at him and he came to me. Vic took my face gently in his hands and looked me in the eyes. I looked down. "I'm angry because that man must be the reason your eyes look so dead. They're like nighttime if the stars and moon went out. And the thing that really scares me is that despite you knowing all of this you're still willing to marry this person," he rushed.
"I'm sorry," I muttered.
"So am I," he looked away. "You barely seem alive,"
"I've missed you," I told him.
"Come here," he told me. I pulled Vic to me and went into his arms. Vic sat down and pulled me close to him. He was stroking my hair.
After a while the door opened and Mike walked in. He looked at us both and smirked. "Comfortable?"
"Grow up, Mr Virgin," I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, now I'm really not a virgin," he sighed.
"Who was the lucky girl?"
"Remember the red head in my year?"
"Huge tits?"
"That's the one," he nodded. He went to get his jacket from the couch and then left us again.
"I have a week left of tour," Vic told me.
"Okay," I nodded.
"I want you to come with me,"
"I can't!" I shook my head.
"You can, Ella," he sighed.
"And what am I supposed to tell Shane? I can't just run away with you, Vic,"
"I'm not asking that. All I'm asking for is time with you. I can't stop you from marrying this guy. But I can fix you,"
"You don't have to,"
"I can fix you. The way you fixed me. I owe you that, Ella,"
"It isn't that easy," I told him.
"I want you to come with me this week. I need to know more about you. I need to know what's really happening,"
"Vic," I tried.
"Stop being so stubborn. Things are so bad that you set out to look for me. You told me you needed my help. This is me giving it to you. If I have to take you back to SD with me I will. You were the girl that made me who I am right now. I'm not losing you," Vic explained. "Now look me in the eye and tell me you don't want this," he said. I tried but the words didn't come out. I hugged Vic and slowly nodded into his shoulder. "Ring him and tell him you're going away. You need this, Ella," Vic told me. I sighed and got my phone out. I dialled Shane's number and waited.
"Hey sweetheart. Finished your shopping?"
"Hey, actually I bumped into Laura," I lied.
"Your cousin?"
"Yeah. She's going to San Diego to see my mom. She asked if I want to go,"
"Do you?"
"I think I do. You know how much my mom misses me,"
"How long is it for?" Shane asked.
"A week,"
"Oh, that's okay. I'll get that decoration appointment cancelled for you,"
"Thank you,"
"Do you need to get some things?"
"Yeah. I'll do that. I can see you before I go," I said.
"Okay, I'll see you when you get home, Drella," he told me. I hung up and sighed.
"Do you love him?" Vic asked suddenly.
"Yes," I said immediately. Of course I do. Don't I?
"I think I love you, Drella,"
"Please, Vic. Don't do this. To either of us,"
"I'm sorry. But seeing you brings things back. I feel like I love you, like I'm eighteen again,"
"I don't know what to say," I breathed.

Notes

Hey! Loving the response I've been getting from this one already. What's happening to Drella? What about the boys? Is what Vic's doing right? Do you think it'll work? What about Shane? Are all you Drellics ready to kill me yet? I feel like you are!

Also be sure to read my note at the end of Drella. It's got message stuff and collabs stuff in it.

I felt like you should know as I'm posting this Drella came onto my iPod! :)

Edit - Hey! Any questions please ask! :)