Drella Now

I was in my car driving back home. Vic had insisted he came with me. I didn't know why I was doing this. I should be home with Shane. But despite everything I knew what Vic had said was true. I was broken. I needed fixing, if Vic didn't fix me then I had nothing. Shane was slowly killing me.
Vic was searching through my glovebox. He was flicking through CDs and commenting on how my music taste hasn't changed much. He pulled out a flash light and frowned. "Will you stop?" I playfully snapped.
"You should have let me drive," Vic replied easily.
"I only need one hand to drive when you're here with me," I sang.
"You did your research," he frowned.
"I would reply but I'd be scared you'd turn my words into a song lyric," I teased.
"There aren't that many,"
"Vic, Shane's little sister is obsessed with your band. That's the only reason I knew about you. I heard her playing music and I recognised your voice. Once I showed interest she made me listen to a dozen songs," I explained. "You wrote a whole song for me," I smiled.
"You asked me to,"
"I know I did," I nodded. "The first time I heard it it was on the radio. I nearly died,"
"Why?"
"It's me talking to you. Isn't it?"
"Yeah," Vic nodded. "All accept one bit. That's me talking to you,"
"I gathered," I laughed. "And don't even get me started on Yeah Boy and Doll Face,"
"Why?" he grinned.
"I came up with that nickname. I think I should get rights or something, the amount of times you've stolen my words,"
"Have you . . . um . . . listened to the new album? Collide With The Sky,"
"No, why? Do I appear?"
"No reason," he shrugged.
"Vic," I warned.
"I just mention you and me in a song or two. No big deal. It's only a fleeting mention," he defended.
"It better be," I said. "Your fans know more about Drella than Drella does," I parked up and turned to Vic. "You're staying in the car,"
"Please," he begged. I narrowed my eyes for a moment and looked at him.
"You're Laura's boyfriend,"
"Deal," he grinned. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. Vic looked up at the house with admiration. "You wasn't joking when you said your guy had money,"
"Shut up," I muttered. I went to the door and opened up. Vic followed me inside and went to wait in the large sitting room. "Shane!" I called. I walked to the desk by the stairs and found a note. 'Emergency at work. Have fun in San Diego, love. Can't wait to see you again and I'll miss you. Love, Shane'.
"Where is he?" Vic asked from behind me.
"Working," I replied. I looked at Vic. He was trying to stop himself from saying something. I hurried upstairs and he followed me. As I started folding clothes and things into a bag Vic looked around. He sat on my bed and frowned.
"This place isn't you, Ella,"
"Then what is me?" I asked weakly.
"A little apartment somewhere in the city. You can barely move for all the art supplies. And you just about pay the rent because your only income is selling your work. But you don't do anything else because you love art and it's the only thing you're passionate about," he explained.
"That's me?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean, Christ Ella. Do you even paint anymore?" I didn't answer him. I just looked down. The truth is I haven't properly painted since I moved in with Shane. "That's what I thought. It was the most important thing in your life,"
"You're wrong," I said weakly.
"What?"
"It wasn't the most important thing. You were," I said stronger.
"Then why did you leave?"
"I had to," I breathed. "I'm sorry, Vic. But look at you, it's good I left,"
"Yeah and look at you. What's happened to you, Ella? You look like I used to, only worse because I know what you look like when you're happy. When you actually have life inside your eyes instead of this shit," he growled. "Now get your bag. We're leaving," he told me. I picked up my bag and we went out of the house. I locked the door and found Vic in the front seat of my car. He was driving. I got into the passengers side. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" Vic asked as we were driving.
"You hate me?" I offered playfully.
"Because you need it," he replied easily.
When we got back to the venue Vic parked up. He grabbed my bag and took me to the bus. I walked inside and found the boys in there waiting. "Hey," I smiled.
"You're here," Jaime grinned.
"Yeah, half against my will," I looked at Vic.
"I'll show you were you're sleeping," he said. I followed him to rows of bunks. "As much as Mike would love you to sleep in his bunk you have the one above mine," he explained.
"Thanks," I smiled. I squeezed his forearm but out of old habit let go and looked at him guiltily before I took his hand.
"Ella, I'm fine. No more cuts," he promised.
"Oh, yeah," I smiled. "Old habits,"

Notes

Hey! How was it? Drella is with them, no more Shane for a week. How do you like this reverse role Vic? What's going to happen? Any theories on how Vic is going to 'fix her'? Is Drellic even real anymore? ;) And Drella is in the popular stories section now! What the hell?! You guys are amazing!!!

Edit - Hey! Any questions please ask! :)