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Vicky-
Calm down, Vicky. He’s gonna call. Maybe he has no reception or his phone died or he was ran over by a truck. No need to be paranoid. No need to believe he’s getting along with Val, we all saw that. My thoughts were running wild at the thought that since Matt’s departure, nearly 8 hours had passed. I didn’t know about their itinerary, but I was sure he should have arrived earlier.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to know when he landed. I just needed to know. I checked all flights departing from LAX airport. Of course, I found the one the wedding crew took. Damn, I thought, why didn’t he call me?
Matt-
I wanted to call her. It felt so good finally telling her those three beautiful words, and I knew she’d been dying to hear them. Still, I wished I’d been sober. It was fine, though. I meant what I’d said, and once I came back, I’d make sure she knew. Finally, after everyone of us claimed their baggage, we stepped out of the airport building.
Gosh, I can’t wait to finally get to the hotel. I need to charge my phone and laptop, I thought. While the others were pre-partying tonight, I planned on spending some nice alone time in the room, reading, writing the song I was planning for Vicca, maybe skype with her for a bit.
Vicky-
Something must have happened, he’d call. I kept telling myself not to panic, but eventually I did anyway. “Relax,” I practically screamed into the empty house just to make my head stop spinning. Why is it so hard? Why did I have those incredibly bad feelings about him being alone? I knew I had to be with him, but I was getting too attached. I didn't like it one bit.
Did he even mean what he said at the party? I mean, we didn’t talk after that. Are we… Are we just like him and Val? Fighting, not talking, then waiting and eventually making up before the next big fight? Oh God, I need to be better than Val. I knew I couldn’t stand losing him and all the nice people I had in my life like Val did. If there was one thing I was sure about, then this was it.
Matt-
Finally we arrived at the hotel. I got Renee’s single room since the reservations had been made for me and Val and Gena and Zacky. Val agreed to share with Gena, Zacky paired up with Renee and I was more than happy to have a room to my own. I quickly charged my phone and texted Vicky that I’d arrived safely and that I’d call her in a few minutes.
But then, the guys started knocking on my door and before I knew what was happening, they pulled me with them into some weird Mexican club where they ordered me lots of tequila, mezcal and margaritas. After my seventh margarita and countless shots of the disgusting mezcal with some kind of worm powder and chili, I felt dizzy. I also had a guilty conscience because I told Vicky I’d call her and I just didn’t. There was nothing I longed for more than Vicky.
Vicky-
Why doesn’t he call? He said he’d call soon. But no, I just got this stupid text. I was slowly going insane without him. I’d promised myself I’d let him have a good time. I wouldn’t call him. But now I wasn’t sure how to keep that promise anymore. After all, I was concerned. I just wanted to know that he was alright.
After a while, I decided to call him anyway. I knew I wouldn’t sleep if I didn’t. I dialed his number and after hearing the ring back tone about three times, it suddenly stopped. “Matt?” I asked. Is he there? Why doesn’t he say anything? Maaaaaaaaaaatt? But there was nothing.
Matt-
My phone rang. Vicky? I need to find my damn phone. God, I’m so drunk. Where is the noise coming from? Is that my left pocket? Is that Syn playing guitar on the rooftop? Oh here’s my phone. Whoops. Dropped it into my cup of beer. That’s funny. Silence. I’ll need to get another phone tomorrow or something.
Where’s Vicky? My beautiful, sweet Vicky. God, I’m so in love.
Renee. I’ll just ask her for her phone. Is Vicky here? Smells like Vicky behind me. Is that Val or Michelle making out with Brian? Val. That bitch. Oh no, it’s Chelle. It’s all good. Fuck, my head’s spinning. That goddamn worm stuff really gets you going. I need to call my baby. I love her so much it hurts.
Vicky-
My phone rang. Although I wanted to play it cool and not seem worried and overly attached, I jumped to it and quickly picked up. It was two thirty in the morning. “Matt?” I practically screamed into my phone. Yeah, very cool. He’s so not gonna notice I miss him. “Hey sweetie,” he slurred. “Why are you calling from Renee’s phone?” I asked. I felt so relieved that he called.
“I kinda… dropped my phone in something. I love you,” I heard him say.
I had to suppress a grin. “Vicky?” a female voice asked. “Hello?” Who was that? “It’s Renee, Vicky, can you hear me?” God, she was drunk, too. “Vicky, Matt lost his phone. Also he’s pissed drunk. It’s so cute though, all he does is talk about you.” I felt the tears burn in my eyes. I was really moved by her slurred words. “I gotta go, talk to you tomorrow Vicky,” I heard Renee say, but I didn’t care anymore. He was okay. He loved me. Everyone knew.
Matt-
How did I get home? I’m home. Am I dreaming? It’s Vicky. Vicky’s here. It’s dark, but I know it’s her. God, I love her so much. If this is a dream, please don’t let it end. Please, let her be with me now. In my dream, she snuggled close to me and kissed me deeply, just like we’d always kissed. She ran her fingers through my hair, down my chest, down my abs. She went straight for my little buddy. Oh yeah, right there Vicky. I love this dream.
I turned us around and positioned myself on top of her.By that time, we weren’t wearing anything anymore. Hey, I’m definitely not complaining. I softly kissed her breasts and moved down south, determined to make her feel good. She always loved it. But this time, she pulled my head back up before I reached her and kissed me. She arched her hips up so I felt her warm, wet entrance with the tip of my dick. Did I mention that I love this dream and that I love this woman?
Vicky-
Having just talked to Renee helped me. I felt so much better now. Finally, I knew I would be able to sleep. Why did I worry in the first place? He’s the best guy I could wish for. He’d never break a promise or lie or cheat like my ex did. Maybe I’m just paranoid because I know what it’s like to be lied to, to be cheated on.
I was sure about one thing: I loved Matt. I loved him so much, I couldn't even explain it. But I didn’t have to. Everything you feel shatters in the moment you try to explain it. It’s a strange thing, though. Trying to put feelings into words is such a human thing to do. But we don’t always need words. Sometimes, picturing your future together says more than any poem, any symphony could ever say. And I definitely knew we would make it work.
Matt-
I felt like my head was going to burst. I had no memories of the whole night after I did that shot challenge with Johnny. Did I throw up? I probably did. My mouth felt so dry. I slowly forced my eyes open. I was in my hotel room, in my boxers. There was a water bottle standing on my nightstand. I slowly opened it and took a sip. Ew, it tastes just like the fucking mezcal yesterday. I decided that I needed some more sleep, so I just turned myself around.
Oh fuck, no. This can’t be… Oh please no. Oh fuck. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, but when I opened them again, nothing had changed. I pinched myself hard, only to realize that it wasn’t some nightmare, and that I wouldn’t wake up any minute.
Right next to me, in my bed, laid Val.
Naked.
Calm down, Vicky. He’s gonna call. Maybe he has no reception or his phone died or he was ran over by a truck. No need to be paranoid. No need to believe he’s getting along with Val, we all saw that. My thoughts were running wild at the thought that since Matt’s departure, nearly 8 hours had passed. I didn’t know about their itinerary, but I was sure he should have arrived earlier.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to know when he landed. I just needed to know. I checked all flights departing from LAX airport. Of course, I found the one the wedding crew took. Damn, I thought, why didn’t he call me?
Matt-
I wanted to call her. It felt so good finally telling her those three beautiful words, and I knew she’d been dying to hear them. Still, I wished I’d been sober. It was fine, though. I meant what I’d said, and once I came back, I’d make sure she knew. Finally, after everyone of us claimed their baggage, we stepped out of the airport building.
Gosh, I can’t wait to finally get to the hotel. I need to charge my phone and laptop, I thought. While the others were pre-partying tonight, I planned on spending some nice alone time in the room, reading, writing the song I was planning for Vicca, maybe skype with her for a bit.
Vicky-
Something must have happened, he’d call. I kept telling myself not to panic, but eventually I did anyway. “Relax,” I practically screamed into the empty house just to make my head stop spinning. Why is it so hard? Why did I have those incredibly bad feelings about him being alone? I knew I had to be with him, but I was getting too attached. I didn't like it one bit.
Did he even mean what he said at the party? I mean, we didn’t talk after that. Are we… Are we just like him and Val? Fighting, not talking, then waiting and eventually making up before the next big fight? Oh God, I need to be better than Val. I knew I couldn’t stand losing him and all the nice people I had in my life like Val did. If there was one thing I was sure about, then this was it.
Matt-
Finally we arrived at the hotel. I got Renee’s single room since the reservations had been made for me and Val and Gena and Zacky. Val agreed to share with Gena, Zacky paired up with Renee and I was more than happy to have a room to my own. I quickly charged my phone and texted Vicky that I’d arrived safely and that I’d call her in a few minutes.
But then, the guys started knocking on my door and before I knew what was happening, they pulled me with them into some weird Mexican club where they ordered me lots of tequila, mezcal and margaritas. After my seventh margarita and countless shots of the disgusting mezcal with some kind of worm powder and chili, I felt dizzy. I also had a guilty conscience because I told Vicky I’d call her and I just didn’t. There was nothing I longed for more than Vicky.
Vicky-
Why doesn’t he call? He said he’d call soon. But no, I just got this stupid text. I was slowly going insane without him. I’d promised myself I’d let him have a good time. I wouldn’t call him. But now I wasn’t sure how to keep that promise anymore. After all, I was concerned. I just wanted to know that he was alright.
After a while, I decided to call him anyway. I knew I wouldn’t sleep if I didn’t. I dialed his number and after hearing the ring back tone about three times, it suddenly stopped. “Matt?” I asked. Is he there? Why doesn’t he say anything? Maaaaaaaaaaatt? But there was nothing.
Matt-
My phone rang. Vicky? I need to find my damn phone. God, I’m so drunk. Where is the noise coming from? Is that my left pocket? Is that Syn playing guitar on the rooftop? Oh here’s my phone. Whoops. Dropped it into my cup of beer. That’s funny. Silence. I’ll need to get another phone tomorrow or something.
Where’s Vicky? My beautiful, sweet Vicky. God, I’m so in love.
Renee. I’ll just ask her for her phone. Is Vicky here? Smells like Vicky behind me. Is that Val or Michelle making out with Brian? Val. That bitch. Oh no, it’s Chelle. It’s all good. Fuck, my head’s spinning. That goddamn worm stuff really gets you going. I need to call my baby. I love her so much it hurts.
Vicky-
My phone rang. Although I wanted to play it cool and not seem worried and overly attached, I jumped to it and quickly picked up. It was two thirty in the morning. “Matt?” I practically screamed into my phone. Yeah, very cool. He’s so not gonna notice I miss him. “Hey sweetie,” he slurred. “Why are you calling from Renee’s phone?” I asked. I felt so relieved that he called.
“I kinda… dropped my phone in something. I love you,” I heard him say.
I had to suppress a grin. “Vicky?” a female voice asked. “Hello?” Who was that? “It’s Renee, Vicky, can you hear me?” God, she was drunk, too. “Vicky, Matt lost his phone. Also he’s pissed drunk. It’s so cute though, all he does is talk about you.” I felt the tears burn in my eyes. I was really moved by her slurred words. “I gotta go, talk to you tomorrow Vicky,” I heard Renee say, but I didn’t care anymore. He was okay. He loved me. Everyone knew.
Matt-
How did I get home? I’m home. Am I dreaming? It’s Vicky. Vicky’s here. It’s dark, but I know it’s her. God, I love her so much. If this is a dream, please don’t let it end. Please, let her be with me now. In my dream, she snuggled close to me and kissed me deeply, just like we’d always kissed. She ran her fingers through my hair, down my chest, down my abs. She went straight for my little buddy. Oh yeah, right there Vicky. I love this dream.
I turned us around and positioned myself on top of her.By that time, we weren’t wearing anything anymore. Hey, I’m definitely not complaining. I softly kissed her breasts and moved down south, determined to make her feel good. She always loved it. But this time, she pulled my head back up before I reached her and kissed me. She arched her hips up so I felt her warm, wet entrance with the tip of my dick. Did I mention that I love this dream and that I love this woman?
Vicky-
Having just talked to Renee helped me. I felt so much better now. Finally, I knew I would be able to sleep. Why did I worry in the first place? He’s the best guy I could wish for. He’d never break a promise or lie or cheat like my ex did. Maybe I’m just paranoid because I know what it’s like to be lied to, to be cheated on.
I was sure about one thing: I loved Matt. I loved him so much, I couldn't even explain it. But I didn’t have to. Everything you feel shatters in the moment you try to explain it. It’s a strange thing, though. Trying to put feelings into words is such a human thing to do. But we don’t always need words. Sometimes, picturing your future together says more than any poem, any symphony could ever say. And I definitely knew we would make it work.
Matt-
I felt like my head was going to burst. I had no memories of the whole night after I did that shot challenge with Johnny. Did I throw up? I probably did. My mouth felt so dry. I slowly forced my eyes open. I was in my hotel room, in my boxers. There was a water bottle standing on my nightstand. I slowly opened it and took a sip. Ew, it tastes just like the fucking mezcal yesterday. I decided that I needed some more sleep, so I just turned myself around.
Oh fuck, no. This can’t be… Oh please no. Oh fuck. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, but when I opened them again, nothing had changed. I pinched myself hard, only to realize that it wasn’t some nightmare, and that I wouldn’t wake up any minute.
Right next to me, in my bed, laid Val.
Naked.
Notes
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Comments, guys :)
Also I thought I'd let you know that I finished this story today, and if I may add: you can look forward to the next few chaps and the end.
@Hollie
Oh wow thank you so much! I didn't think anyone would still read this lol. Actually I'm about to post the first chapter of my new story "Strawberry Fields Forever", so if you like my writing I'd recommend that to you. My English defs. has improved I'd say. This story here is almost two years old. I also have another story up here, it's called "Single Honeymoon". But I think I saw you commenting there so that is probably nothing new to you.
Take care! Carma
2/20/17