Drella Next

All of this sacrifice and love and what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. You spend a majority of your life thinking about a person. Everything about them; their looks, their voice, the way they walk across the room. You wish to get inside their head. And then when you break up with them they don't even bother to call you. I would give Vic anything, but he can't even bring himself to pick up the phone.
All of my stuff is at my apartment. Or Vic's apartment I should say. I can't survive much longer on what I have here. Vic isn't answering my calls though. All my calls go straight to voice mail. Is that all I'm worth? I know I was the one who broke up with him but why is he pretending I don't exist? I just want to hear his voice again. It's like my security blanket.
I phoned Mike a few nights ago and he's arranged for me to go to Vic's. Vic wasn't going to be there. Which may be best. But I wish I could see him.
As I drove into San Diego I felt myself missing it. The weather was definitely better here. It was more laid back. But I can't come back. I'm too proud for that. I drove to Vic's apartment building and parked up. I got out of my car and hurried inside. I couldn't see Vic's car. I went inside and up to our floor. I used my key to let myself in and walked inside.
Everything seemed to be a mess. I wouldn't leave a probably three day told pizza box on the coffee table. I dumped my bag down and went into our bedroom. I started sorting through my things and grabbed a duffel bag. I put my things inside and moved onto the spare room where all my art things were. I packed them up and took my bags into the sitting room. There weren't many more of my things left here.
I heard the door open and looked around. Vic walked in. He frowned when he saw me before he looked away. "What are you doing here?" he asked tightly.
"I came to get a few things." I explained. Vic nodded and went to the kitchen. He took a beer out of the fridge and jumped up onto the counter.
"Make sure you leave your key." he said in between swigs of beer.
"Vic." I sighed. "Don't be like this."
"Like what? I'm not being like anything." he snapped.
"You are so stop being so fucking ridiculous."
"You going yet?" he asked, his eyes turned towards the floor. I stepped closer to him. I went to stand in between Vic's legs. He didn't move, but he didn't look at me either. I tucked some of his hair behind his ear and used my finger to gently bring his head up until he was looking at me. "Stop." he muttered.
"Stop what?" I asked.
"Stop touching me and looking at me like that!"
"How am I looking at you?" I sighed.
"Like you want to be here."
"I do." I muttered.
"Then why are you in LA, Ella?"
"You know why I am."
"Finding your mother is no excuse to strip." Vic snapped.
"This isn't about my mother to you, is it?" I muttered.
"No, it isn't." Vic replied tightly.
"I'm not doing this as an excuse to take my clothes off. If that's what I wanted I'd be doing it just for you. You don't understand what it's like."
"Then talk to me, Della. Christ, we never talk anymore. I want things how they were before where we'd tell each other everything."
"That isn't true, is it Victor?" I teased. I started to play with Vic's hair, rolling it in between my fingers.
"When we were young I told you everything." he countered.
"Did you tell me you took pills? Or that you hurt yourself? No."
"That's not an easy thing to tell someone. You still don't understand what it was like for me. Or what it's even like for me. I couldn't believe you wanted to be friends with me. You don't get how shocked I was. Even now you can't comprehend my feelings for you." Vic explained.
"I think you're the one that doesn't understand," I said gently. "Why should you? Your home life was so perfect. But mine wasn't. You know that. All the bullshit with my parents who weren't even my parents."
"I know that. This isn't what it's about. I know you're dying to meet your real mother. But taking your clothes off isn't a moral way to do it. There's so many other ways, Ella."
"It's not about what's moral and what isn't." I stated. Vic looked down at me for a while but eventually sighed.
"After all these years there's still so many guys better that me. They've seen you in the most intimate way. I don't want them to have that memory. You could go back to them. You could find someone sat in that crowd and realise how much better they are for you than me."
"Like who? Who's seen me, Vic?"
"Jaime."
"You're not even talking about New York. What has Jaime told you? Nothing like that happened between us. You know that."
"But-"
"What did Jaime tell you?" I sighed.
"It's not important," Vic said. "I just want you to be mine."
"What makes you think I'm not yours?" I asked.
"You broke up with me, Drella. What do you want me to think?"
"I broke up with you because you were being a jealous, over protective asshole. You have to understand that I would never go behind your back. You need to sort your insecurities out. They're still there. You just don't like to admit it."
"Are we together again?" Vic asked seriously.
"Are you happy with me going out on stage?" I asked and he eventually shook his head. "There's your answer. Call me when you're ready." I told him. I went to turn away but Vic wouldn't let me.
"Kiss me?" he asked.
"Vic, this isn't going to help unless you're ready to let me do this."
"I want one kiss. Just one." Vic said. I sighed and leaned in. Vic pulled me close to him and met my lips. I kissed him gently and Vic kissed back. I went to pull away but he held me tight against him. I laughed and trailed kisses down to his jaw, neck and chest. Vic loosened up a little and took my chance to step away from him. Vic groaned but I went to gather my things up. "Drella." Vic groaned.
"I said call me when you're ready. Or whenever..."
"Whenever?" he echoed.
"You have a nice voice to go with your nice face." I muttered. Vic's lips twitched at the corners it I went to the door. Just before I walked out I went back to where Vic was sitting. I reached up to kiss his cheek and squeezed his thighs. "I'll always be yours. Have been from day one." I said before I hurried out of the apartment.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? I'm back! Did you miss me? What will Drella do? What about Vic? Give me some feedback for this one please! I seem to get hardly any. I thought no one read or followed this anymore. But then I heard someone stole Drella and all my words. A few of you backed me up so thank you so so much! It means the world to me! I get so much support and it blows me away. You're all awesome and I'm here for every single one of you! :)