Drella Next

I'm awake again. I'm always awake. My body doesn't seem to need sleep. Insomnia seemed so much more fashionable before I actually had it. I don't even know what's keeping me up. Actually I do, but it isn't my moms death. She wasn't even my mother. She never behaved in a motherly fashion, if she did my most vivid childhood memories wouldn't be birds eye view.
I don't know who my mother was. She could have lived in San Diego. But she may have been hundreds of miles away. I tried talking to my dad at the funeral but he was too 'grief stricken' not converse properly. Now Dad has disappeared off of the face on the earth. I think he's hiding from me. I just have to wait until I can track him down.
I spend my nights watching Vic for a while as he sleeps, drawing, finishing my pieces, baking, looking through Vic's private things and watching car crash tv. But eventually I run out of things to do. I always end up back in the bedroom watching Vic again before the cycle continues.
Now I'm sitting cross legged on the bed watching his chest rise and fall. He looks so peaceful. It reminds me of the Vic I used to know who needed me. He doesn't need me anymore, not that I can tell. I'm not sure if I even need him. But I want him. Perhaps that's what love is all about.
He should be waking up. It's 6.30 am. That's a decent time to 'accidentally' wake him. I got closer to him and took his hand. He still didn't stir. I drew patterns into his hand with my finger and lay down next to him. I looked up and saw his eyes still closed. I sighed and tried shaking him a little. But he only rolled away from me.
"Vic." I cooed.
I played with the waist band on his boxers. My finger danced over his skin. I snapped the waist band back and he batted my hand away. He turned to face me in his sleep and I leaned in to kiss him. I kissed him again and again. His arm went around my waist and he pulled me close to him.
"Ella." Vic muttered sleepily. At least he's awake now.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to wake you up."
"Why?"
"Because I'm lonely." I explained.
"Didn't we talk about this."
"Yeah. But I tried reading. It didn't work."
"What did you read?"
"Romeo and Juliet."
"You read the entire book?"
"No," I rolled my eyes. "I read the first few acts. Romeo is such a whiny asshole. He's in a state of great depression all because some girl won't fuck him. I mean . . . grow a pair."
"You're my Juliet." Vic told me. He'd opened his eyes properly now. He leaned in and kissed me. I frowned at him making him pull away. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to be your Juliet." I explained.
"Oh. Here's me thinking you liked me." he teased.
"Juliet is an idiot. She wants to get married at fourteen. What the hell?"
"So you don't want to get married."
"Stop reading in between the lines, Fuentes." I playfully warned him.
"Who will you be then?" he asked.
"Janet." I replied. "You can be my Brad."
"Does that mean we'll break down and have to sleep at a creepy mansion where you'll cheat on me with a transvestite?" Vic laughed.
"Not if you wear my clothes." I said and saw his face. "I'm joking." I told him.
"I think it's best we don't share this with Mike."
"I know. He'd be buying stockings and suspenders before you can say Sweet Transvestite." I joked.
"What's for breakfast then?" Vic asked. He got up and I crawled out of bed. Vic followed me out to the kitchen and jumped up to the breakfast bar. I opened the fridge and set down a plate. "What's this?" Vic raised his eyebrows.
"Cheesecake."
"Okay, Ella. Let me rephrase this, babe. Why do we have cheesecake for breakfast?" Vic asked.
"I got bored last night." I shrugged.
"So you made cheesecake?"
"Yeah." I smiled.
"You'd better suit Magenta." he told me and kissed my cheek. I passed him a fork and he took it. We started to eat and I felt him watching me.
"What?" I asked.
"What are you going to do about everything?" Vic asked.
"About what?"
"About your parents." he said carefully.
"I don't even know if I have any of those." I replied quickly.
"Do you want to try and look for them? I know someone who could help you. He's a cop."
"What if I find something bad?" I sighed. "What if my mother killed someone? What if my father is in a gang? What if they're homeless?"
"Is that really what your worried about? Or is it more the fact that they must have passed you to your adopted mom for a reason?"
"Shut up with your stupid logic. How can you read my mind?" I groaned.
"I can't. I just know you."
"You shouldn't be focusing on me." I said quickly. "You have the new record."
"Of course I should focus on you. I get most of my lyrics from you." he laughed. "Anyway, your mom might be someone famous. You could be Madonna's love child." he added before he took a large bite of cheesecake.
"I doubt it." I laughed.
"Drella, I'm going to help you find her."
"What if I don't want to?" I asked.
"I'm still going to help you."
"I love you, Fuentes." I told him suddenly.
"Love you back, Young." he replied easily.
"Promise?" I asked and held out my pinky finger.
"Promise." Vic grinned and wrapped his pinky around my own. We shook on it and he leaned in to kiss me.

Notes

Hey! I'm back! Did you miss me? I missed you. This is the first chapter. I have some fun ideas planned. I wanted this up sooner, but life's a bitch. Anyway, what did you think? Drella's getting a little restless. You should all go watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Who do you think Drella's mom is. I'll update again soon! :)