Gas Runs Thicker

I can't get over the feeling that Vic is lying to me. But about what? Why would he lie? He's got nothing to lie about. He's a huge success now. But that isn't the feeling I get when Mike is around. Not that that is very often. Vic tends to just keep me all to himself. But he hasn't had me for ten years. Not like that! Not throw me down and take me sailor have me. But had me like cuddle and watch a movie have me.
But as I tried to fit into my size zero jeans for the tenth time that morning it dawned on me. What if what he's hiding has nothing to do with Vic! What if it has to do with me? He's not telling me something! That has to be it! I have a right to know seeing as it's - you know - to do with me. Probably. I think it's time to investigate.
I left Vic in his hidey hole. It's actually a music room. Which I think is a little unfair. He has a music room. I should have a dressing room. I might pitch it to him. I creeped downstairs and into the downstairs toilet. It's been playing up and making a lot of noises. It sounds like a cat being drowned honestly. But this is all me being secret and if I make some calls here then Vic won't hear.
I dialled a number and put my phone to my ear.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hello." I whispered.
"Who's this?"
"Navi."
"No!" she gasped. "Are you sure?"
"Am I sure!" I mocked. "Gabby!"
"Okay, sorry. I thought you were dead."
"Why?" I frowned.
"I don't remember. There must have even a reason."
"Look, shut up." I snapped. "Are you still living in San Diego?"
"Well, technically-"
"Are you still living in San Diego?" I asked again.
"Yeah."
"Can I come over? I need your help."
"Are you definitely not dead?" Gabby asked me accusingly.
"I promise." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay - PUT THAT DOWN - that's fine. I'll send you my address."
"Put what down?" I rushed.
"Oh, not you." Gabby giggled. "Come over tomorrow around noon."
"Okay."
"Okay." she repeated.
"Bye Gabby." I sighed and hung up.

When I parked up outside Gabby's house I thought I got the wrong place. There was a people carrier parked out front. Why would she even have enough people constituting a people carrier? I went to the door and knocked. A few minutes went by and the door opened. Gabby looked so un-Gabbyish. She was wearing straight leg jeans. At college she vowed to never wear straight leg jeans on the basis she wasn't a fucking moron.
"Navi!" she gasped. "You look great! Come in!" she rushed. I grinned and went inside. "Take your jacket off."
"Why?" I asked.
"You won't feel the benefit when you go outside."
"Okay, Mom." I rolled my eyes.
"Don't, I hear it off the kids."
"What kids?" I rushed.
"You know, my kids."
"Please tell me you've become a goat farmer!" I begged.
"Sorry." she laughed.
Gabby took me into the kitchen. I saw three kids running around. Unfortunately they were mini people and not goats. They were all blonde and probably just as scatty as Gabby herself.
"Do they have names?" I asked.
"This is Archie and Brynee and Clarissa." I couldn't tell who was who though because they kept running around.
"You getting your way through the alphabet?" I asked.
"Well, we're thinking at stopping once we reach K." Dear God. "Go play! I'm having time with Aunty Navi." Gabby ordered. They all ran out and Gabby sighed. She went and got herself some cabbage soup. "Want some?"
"Un no thanks." It looks like green sludge. Gabby made me a cup of iced tea instead.
"I'm on the cabbage soup diet," she explained. "I was never as thin as you."
"Well being in a coma does wonders for your figure."
"Does it really?" she smiled. I hope she's not considering it. "Anyway, what is going on?"
"I think Vic is lying to me." I explained.
"About what?" She doesn't even sound surprised.
"About something about me. Maybe it's something I can't remember from before."
"Do you remember that time we kissed for charity?"
"Yes."
"Shame." she muttered.
"What about the time-"
"Gabby," I sighed. "Come on."
"Okay, maybe it's about when you went into the coma."
"There was a crash."
"But why?"
"I don't know." I frowned.
"Perhaps Vic was trying to assassinate you."
"I think you're headed in the wrong direction." I told her.
"Does his brother know? The one with the face."
"You mean Mike?" I asked.
"Hmm."
"I think he does. But Vic won't let me see him."
"I say we ambush him." Gabby said like we were planning a trip to the supermarket.
"Us and who?"
"I could bring the kids. They're quite good with throwing things. Clarissa keeps head butting her dad in the nuts too."
"As nice as that sounds can't you get a sitter."
"We should ask Vic. At least then he can't come and intervene."
"That's a good idea!" I told her. I'm a terrible girlfriend.
"I'll get my notepad!" Gabby exclaimed and ran out of the room. I was left my thoughts and a half eaten nutter butter cookie that was lying on the counter. I'd be lying if I said I didn't eat it.
She came back and wrote down 'Operation Ebony' before she underlined it.
"Why Ebony?" I asked.
"It sounds cool." Ahh.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry it's been a few days. But the last work and college free day I had was last Tuesday! I'm so tired right now. What did you think? I feel like this isn't amazing. But I do love Gabby! Do you? I may b starting another story soon and and a collab. Whoops. So, favourite line? What'll happen?

All you guys said you'd love the present idea but I got no orders. Come on guys! I don't want to be pushy. But damn!

Oh oh and my copy of 'The Key' came today! It's so amazing and enlightening. Who got theirs? If you want me to take some pictures of it let me know.

Also I might be getting a full fringe (or bangs for you weirdos outside the UK). Opinions?

Stay rad! xoxo