Drella Now

I woke up to weight on the end of my bunk. I didn't want to open my eyes. If I kept them closed I could just lie here all day. "I know you're awake," I heard Vic say.
"Doesn't mean I'm going to stop pretending," I mumbled into the pillow.
"You really haven't changed,"
"I have. I've got fatter,"
"Shut up. You're not fat,"
"I said fatter. Not fat,"
"Don't try and twist my words, Monroe,"
"You haven't called me that for ages," I smiled.
"I haven't seen you for ages,"
"You know what I meant," I rolled my eyes. I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. "Has Shane called for me?"
"No, he hasn't,"
"Oh," I muttered. "I thought he would,"
"Ella, I don't like this Shane guy," Vic sighed.
"Why? You've never even met him,"
"I know. But just look what he's done to you. I heard you talking in your sleep,"
"I just miss him," I rushed.
"Did you see anyone seriously after me?"
"Not serious," I shrugged. "Not before Shane,"
"Maybe you changed yourself so it would last with him," Vic offered carefully.
"No!" I exclaimed. I jumped down from my bunk. "I don't have to hear this," I shook my head as I started walking to the bathroom.
"Drella!" Vic yelled. I didn't listen, just walked in and locked the door. "Open the door," he begged.
"No," I snapped.
"Is there a problem?" Mike asked. I turned around and found him sitting cross legged on the toilet seat smoking a joint.
"You wouldn't believe," I sighed.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Nothing to talk about," I frowned.
"Sit down, Drella," he urged. I climbed up to sit in the back of the toilet system. "What's up?"
"It doesn't even matter,"
"Sure," he scoffed. "Want some?" he asked and held out the joint for me.
"I haven't since I was like sixteen,"
"So, it'll chill you out. That's what you need right now,"
"Fine," I agreed. I took it and put it in between my lips. Then I inhaled, feeling the familiar bus. I took a few more drags until I was feeling a little better and airy. I passed it back and Mike nodded in thanks. "Do you think I changed myself for Shane?" I suddenly asked.
"I think you're different to the girl I had a crush on back in the day. You're more scared and emotional,"
"Am I horrible now?"
"No," he snorted. "You know what I think?"
"What?"
"That you need to find old Drella,"
"What will that do?"
"If you find old Drella and Vic gets all best friend-y with you again you'll get better. Then you go back to this Shane guy and show him old Drella. If he doesn't like it you call the wedding off and he can suck it," Mike explained.
"If he doesn't like the old me what will I do?"
"You don't have a choice but to do what I said. Now he's in love with someone that isn't Drella. If he can't love the real you, you need to learn to fall out of love with him," Mike explained.
"How long will it take?"
"However long it takes," he shrugged.
"How do we start?"
"Go and tell lover boy we're going out tomorrow night after the show," Mike grinned.
"He told you?" I groaned.
"He tells me everything," Mike smiled. "You confessed your love for him after screwing him when you were old Drella. He pined after you and cried and hurt himself for a little while until I told him you would be disappointed in him. Then when he saw you today while we went to do our show he told me he's in love with you. Again,"
"Did you have to say 'screwing'? I really hate that word," I groaned. "And was he really like that when I left?"
"Yeah, but he started writing lyrics more and made himself better. When he wrote Drella it was a kind of milestone for him. It gave him some closure. He was ready to carry on, not forget. Just to do what you wanted him to without being consumed by you leaving. Make sense?"
"Perfectly," I nodded.
"Go tell him then," Mike urged and clapped his hands.
"Thanks," I told him. I hopped down and went over to the door.
"Drella," he said before I could walk out. I turned to him and raised my eyebrows. "I'd still do dirty things for those legs," he smirked.
"Mike," I warned.
"Still hot," he replied. I went out to the front lounge and smiled brightly when I saw Vic. He was lying down on the couch looking up at the ceiling.
"Get up," I told him.
"What?" Vic asked confused.
"We're going to the mall. I need to buy a dress,"
"Why?"
"For tomorrow," I explained.
"What's happening tomorrow?" he frowned.
"We're going to a club after your show. I want to have fun,"
"Oh, okay," he smiled.
"Come on. I trust your opinion. If I take Mike he'll try to come in the dressing rooms with me," I sighed. Vic stood up and took my hand. I had to at least try.

Notes

Hey! Drella had a heart to heart-ish with Mike! Will Drella find herself? Do you like that Mike still flirts with her and what do you think of there plan? What can Vic even do besides being her best friend? Drellic is still one sided :O

Edit - Hey! Any questions please ask! :)