Vic Fuentes - I'm Low And You Need A Jacket

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I sat on my (f/c) bed, contemplating the drunk text I had just received from my ex-boyfriend. I sighed, throwing my phone down onto my comforter, I put my face into my hands, mentally preparing for a call that was possibly going to give me the headache of a lifetime.

*BZZZZ*

I looked down only to see Vic's contact on the plain screen of my phone. "What now?" An audible groan came out in the dim room as I picked up my phone, putting it up to my ear as I answered the call.

"Hello?" Vic's voice came out slurred and quiet. I stayed silent, before finally speaking up, "Yes?"

"I miss you." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "No, you don't." I frowned, trying to push away any feelings I felt that were coming back.

"I do." I huffed, He almost sounded whiny.

"Why are you calling me? It's three in the morning?" I stood up, walking to my refrigerator, opening the door and grabbing a bottle of water.

He was silent for a second, before he spoke up, "I want to fix things." He paused, "Between us.." I rolled my eyes, plopping down onto my velvet couch.

"Call me when you aren't drunk." Before I could hang up, he called out, "Wait!"

I raised a brow, putting the phone back to my ear, getting a bit annoyed with how he ruined my night with a drunk call asking for me back, "What?"


A/N: Big cliffhanger, but thank you so much for reading, Also, I know Vic would NEVER do anything like this since he's so sweet but it fit the title and I thought it was a good idea 😭 Anyways, bye!

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 08, 2024 ⏰

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