Drella Next

I threw myself down onto my couch. I took another look at my phone and saw nothing. Great Vic. He did this before but he eventually got to me. It's been weeks now. I've never felt like this before. Not even when I was being controlled in New York. I need him, but he obviously didn't need me.
There was a knock at my door. I sighed tiredly and stood up. I went over and opened the door. I looked up and saw Mike smiling down at me. I shrugged and turned back to sit down. Mike walked in and closed the door behind him. He went to the kitchen and I heard him searching through my cupboards.
A minute later Mike joined me on the couch holding a bowl of chips with jars of arrayed dips. I laughed a little and faced him.
"My chips." I said.
"My dips." he countered.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Vic has disappeared off of the face of the earth for not only you, but me, the band, our folks too. So I figured you'd be hung up on him and need some food therapy." he explained.
"I do, thanks Mike." I told him. I picked up a chip and some dip before I put it into my mouth. "So he's disappeared?"
"Yeah. Or he's closing himself off. He's in his apartment, he's just hiding."
"Right." I nodded.
"So, did you fuck him?" Mike asked, shovelling chips into his mouth.
"Who, Vic?" I asked stupidly.
"No, the guy from the photos." Mike rolled his eyes at me.
"Of course I didn't. I wanted to forget Vic and was drunk and pissed off because Vic was ignoring me. So I planned to fuck him. But I couldn't do it. I was thinking of Vic and how upset and disappointed he'd be." I explained.
"That sounds more like you." Mike nodded. "Guessing Vic didn't believe you though."
"You're good at this guessing, Michael." I teased.
"It's a talent." he mocked.
"It's all my fault." I grumbled.
"Okay, so how about we have story time?" Mike offered. I frowned at him and he handed me a cushion. "Please feel free to take a nap in between my pauses." he said. I laughed and rested the cushion on my lap. "Ready?"
"Please." I gestured for him to continue.
"Once upon a time, back when I was a virgin I had a big brother. Now that hasn't changed by my brother has. He used to be scared of everything, and scared of himself. He'd let jocks beat the shit out of him and let girls laugh at how he probably has a small dick. I think we both know that Vic's dick is actually above average, even if it is not as large as mine." Mike said.
"Question." I stopped him.
"Yes, Drella?"
"How do you know your dick is larger than Vic's?" I asked.
"Because we got very drunk one night on tour and we all measured them."
"Who had the smallest?"
"Jaime, so let's just say you dodged a bullet there," he replied, making me laugh. "Now as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. Vic wasn't happy. He wouldn't stand up to anyone and he was depressed and he'd hurt himself.
"But one day something changed. He went to the record store after school and came home. He was playing a happy cassette. He came downstairs and helped my mom make dinner. We thought he was sick or something, ya' know. But the next night it happened again and again.
"Vic dropped me to my friends place and I asked him what got him so happy. He told me the other day he was eating his lunch when this really hot girl came over. She was curvy in all the right places, with a nice ass, good pair of boobs and a cute face too. To top it off this girl was funny and kind and wanted to be his friend.
"Now I knew he was crushing big time on her. So I didn't believe she was as hot as he made out. But you was making him happy so I didn't care. But you came to my house and I saw you. He wasn't exaggerating. You really did have a nice ass and a nice pair of boobs on you.
"Now Vic was really into you. You didn't know it because you were obviously fucking stupid or something. But when you got with Jaime he became even more obsessed with you. You know it took him just a month to right a song about you. Then just one month more before he told me he was in love with you. Imagine hearing that when you're hungover and throwing up into a toilet bowl. My brother was fascinated by you from day one. If two people were going to end up together, and I mean forever it was going to be you two. Period." Mike explained. I waited but it looked like story time was over now.
"I just want to go back to school," I sighed. "I was to really look at Vic. Then I want to see that love that I know was in his eyes then and just kiss him. I want to throw myself on him and wrap my arms around him. I just want to fuck him and I want to tell him that I love him. Then we can just be together and I won't go to New York and by now we'd be married and have the little pitter patter of Mexican babies waking us up in the morning," I admitted. "Why didn't I do it back them?"
"Probably because his hair looked a bit dodgy." Mike reasoned.
"Thanks." I laughed.
"Look," he suddenly said. "You've screwed up, Drella. I mean you've big time fucked up in the realm of relationship no goes and fuckery that you deserve I'm a idiot medal." he said.
"Thanks." I groaned.
"Time for one more story," Mike said. "After you left and he went through the I'm a depressed fucker stage he started to pick himself up. He really sorted his life out. He went to college doing graphic design. He met a girl called Sally. Sally turned out to be a bitch. She'd go disappearing at the middle of the night and not calling him. She'd hook up and Vic like the gullible bastard he is believed her when she said she just went for a walk - more like a ride. But she kept hurting him and in the end they broke up.
"After her he was single for a while. For about two years he'd just go on dates but he never met anyone he wanted to date. There was just no spark there. Until he met someone else. She was with him for one reason. Before Today were starting to get attention. We had a following. As soon as the next popular band came along and actually got signed she moved on.
"So he stopped seeing people. He was all about the music. Sure, he'd go out and hook up but that's it. He was getting us signed. He did, then Before Today fell apart. Eventually PTV happened. Vic has seen people. He's got hurt a lot too. Girls have used him. They've cheated on him. They've thrown him away like he was trash.
"So that leaves Vic pretty damaged. When he's hurt he writes music. That's his way of dealing. Right now as we speak he's probably teaching himself drums and bass so he can single handedly record an album. He didn't commit. Just before you came back he'd just ended a thing with someone-" Mike explained but I stopped him.
"What?" I asked. "What was her name?"
"It doesn't matter."
"It does. What was her name? Why don't I know about this person?"
"Fucking hell," Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. "He ended it. My whole point was that by you doing that brings everything back. He's hurt and he's upset and he never expected you to do that. You're opening old wounds. That's why he's distancing himself. It's all he knows to do. You basically proved to him why he shouldn't commit." he said.
"I really do deserve a I'm an idiot meal." I muttered. I looked up and saw Mike looking at me sadly. "Can I have a hug?" I asked.
"Can I have a hand job?" Mike joked.
"No." I laughed.
"Then a hugs fine." he said and opened his arms. I hugged him and he held me tightly.
"I'm pretending that you're Vic." I whispered.
"Then maybe I should shrink." he laughed.
"Thanks." I told him.
"Yeah, yeah." Mike brushed me off and I rested my head against his shoulder.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? What did you think of story time? Does Drella understand better now? Will Vic come out of hiding? Only two more chapters to go! :)