Drella Here

I've been awake now for two hours. I can't believe the time. It's eight am. Why isn't Vic awake yet? I've done everything I can possibly do inside this room. I've tidied, cleaned, rearranged my wardrobe and shoes based on when I brought each item and I've sketched Vic on a the back of some lyrics I found in Vic's draw.
I'm sitting on our bed with my legs crossed. I'm just staring at him and willing him to wake up. It's Christmas Day! He should be awake and opening presents with me. "Vic," I said gently. I poked him in the cheek. "Vic," I repeated and nudged him. He still didn't wake. "Vic!" I said loudly and pushed him. Vic rolled off of the bed and swore. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I crawled across the bed and saw him looking up at me.
"Ella," Vic groaned.
"I'm sorry?" I offered.
"What are you doing up?"
"It's Christmas," I said like he was stupid.
"So it'd be nice to have a nice Christmas lie in,"
"But I want to open presents," I complained. I saw a smile on Vic's lips and he sat up. "What?"
"You're such a kid, Ella,"
"Am not," I grumbled.
"Okay, so if we go back to bed you don't mind not opening your presents until tonight?" he teased.
"Fine," I mumbled and crossed my arms over my chest. Vic laughed at me and joined me on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and I put my head on his chest.
"I like seeing you like this," he told me gently.
"Why?"
"Because before you wasn't like this. Now . . . you're like my Drella," he explained.
"Is that fancy code for let's go open presents?" I asked hopefully.
"Maybe," he laughed. Vic pulled away and leant in to kiss me. I kissed him back and felt Vic pull me closer to him. I pulled away and frowned. "What?" Vic asked.
"Stop trying to distract me," I said. Then I jumped up and hurried out of the room. Vic wrapped his arms around me from behind and I leant back. I took his hand and pulled him to the tree. I got down on my knees as Vic tried to sit on the couch. I tugged him to the floor and made him sit next to me. "What did you get me?" I rushed.
"Why don't you find out," Vic grinned. I started to sort through present, throwing Vic's at him. I turned and saw him surrounded by presents. I pulled all mine to me and started to open them. Vic watched me and grinned when he saw my face.
He'd brought me underwear, clothes, some vouchers for shoes, and a scrapbook filled with pictures of when we got together again. I was flicking through the book smiling. Vic was watching me anxiously, silently asking 'did I do okay?'.
"I love it all," I told him.
"Really?" he asked brightly.
"Yeah," I agreed. "No open yours," I urged.
Vic started to open everything I'd brought him. I could tell he liked everything. His eyes were lighting up. He picked up the envelope and frowned. He opened it up and started to get excited. His eyes were wide and he fell backwards he was so excited.
"Ella, why? Are you serious?" he rushed.
"Yeah," I nodded. "It's all paid for. You just need to go and choose the design and stuff," I'd gone to his favourite guitar company and paid for a new one. It was all set up, he just had to go and make some design choices there.
"This must have cost loads,"
"Not really . . ." I trailed away.
"It would have,"
"Um . . . I got a discount,"
"What for?"
"Being beautiful. Now make me some tea," I urged. The truth is I promised Vic would do a photo shoot promoting their company, but he doesn't have to know that yet. Vic made my tea and came over to me.
"Here," he said. He handed me a box and my tea. I opened the box and frowned. Inside was a set of keys.
"What are these?" I questioned.
"Keys to your new studio," he grinned.
"You're joking?"
"No," he shook his head.
"You're amazing," I told him.
"I know," he joked. I kissed his lips and pulled away.
"Get ready," I urged. Vic nodded a little and I got up.
By the time we were both ready it was time to leave. I was wearing a dress that Vic had brought me. I took Vic's hand and we walked downstairs. We went to his car and I got in the passengers side. He started driving and I blasted the radio. He looked at me, trying not to laugh.
We pulled up outside Vic's parents house. I could see Mike's car already there. I got out and hurried to the door. Vic followed me and knocked. We waited a minute until Vivian - Vic's mom answered. I smiled widely and hugged her. She kissed Vic on the cheek and we walked through. I saw Mike sat on the couch and flopped down next to him.
"You wearing it?" he smirked.
"Shut up," I glared and punched his arm. "He'll hear you,"
"I'm just curious," he laughed.
"What's he doing?" Vic asked.
"Being stupid. He's calling me names,"
"What sort of names?"
"You know what sort," I said. Vic hit Mike of the back of the head and glared.
"Don't call her names. It's Christmas," Vic reminded him.
"Everyone come and sit down!" Vivian called. We all walked through into the dining room and I sat down next to Vic as the food was laid out.
Later that day we were all sat in the sitting room. My legs were flung over Vic. My phone started to vibrate and Vic frowned at me. "What's that?" he asked.
"What?" Mike asked.
"Ella's vibrating," Vic explained.
"Drella, they're not the sort of presents you show people," Mike said, laughing at his own joke.
"It's my phone," I rolled my eyes. I stood up and answered it. "Hello?" I asked.
"Drella?" someone asked.
"Yeah?"
"It's me," they said and I realised who was calling me.
"I don't want to talk to you," I rushed.
"I know, I know," she replied. "But I need to see you,"
"I don't want to see you," I snapped. I felt everyone looking at me.
"I'm sick, Drella," Mom rushed. "Please,"
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"I'm sick. The doctors said I need to talk to you. It's passed on. I need to see you . . . to explain,"
"When?" I asked weakly.
"Tomorrow,"
"Okay," I sighed heavily. "I'll see you,"
"I hope you're having a good day. Merry Christmas, Drella," she added before she hung up.
"Merry fucking Christmas," I mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Vic asked.
"Oh," I laughed humourlessly. "That was my mom,"
"What did she say?"
"She's sick," I explained. "I can't believe she would do this to me. On Christmas," I sighed. I was angry now. She couldn't just drop this to me! "Thank you, Vivian, Vincent. But I think I need to go," I smiled weakly. I turned and walked out the room. I started to run. I felt someone catch my arm and turned. Vic was looking at me sadly.
"Stop," he warned.
"Why would she do this?" I mumbled.
"I don't know," he muttered. Vic pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. "Now, how about I say goodbye and we can go home. You don't need to worry," Vic soothed. I nodded silently and he left me. He came back a minute later and took my hand. We walked outside and to the car.
When we got home I got out of the car. I was still angry but having Vic calming me in the car has helped. I don't feel so anxious anymore. Vic was leading me to the building and I started to think about other things. About his present. We walked through the corridors and to our apartment. Vic opened the door and I covered his eyes.
"What you doing?" Vic asked.
"I got you something else,"
"Can I see it?" he asked hopefully.
"No, you need to go in the bedroom and wait," I urged.
"Okay . . ." he trailed away. I took him to our room and pushed him inside, closing the door. I hurried to the bathroom and changed into the red and black outfit I had told Mike about. I looked at myself in the mirror and fluffed my hair up and little. I walked out to our room and opened the door. Vic was sitting on the bed confused. "Drella, what's going-" but he stopped when he saw me. A goofy grin came on his face and I walked over. I straddled his lap and kissed his lips. Then I went to his neck and his collar bone. "Ella," Vic moaned, his hands holding my bum gently.
"Shh . . ." I soothed. "Merry Christmas," I said against his skin before I pushed him back onto the bed and bit down on his collar bone.

Notes

Hey! I hope you like this! What did you think? What's wrong with Drella's mom? What will happen? Didn't do any smut really . . . Sorry! I'm writing from my room where my parents have quarantined me because I'm sick and they don't want to be ill for Christmas. Someone please send me messages on here or tumblr so I can have some human interaction :)