Chapter 29| The High and Low of Our Relationship

                                    

                                          
FINALLY! I'm so sorry it took so long. 3:
                          
Also, Trigger Warning- this chapter contains themes of sexual assault 
                          
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Vic's POV
                          
"And-and then, um, I said...wait...what were we talking about?" I asked, looking over at Jaime who was sitting on the couch next to me. He took another drag from his blunt and looked off into the distance.
                          
"Uh-uh...um I don't know..." he said hazily, looking down at the table and frowning. "Weren't we eating something?" He asked, looking back at me in confusion.
                          
"What?" I responded.
                          
"What?"
                          
"I'm not sure dude..." I said, inhaling some of my own drug.
                          
"Your boyfriend is hot," Jaime said looking off towards my kitchen. I smiled and started cracking up; he looked over at me, smiled and started laughing himself. I fell sideways onto the couch so that I was lying down on it.
                          
"He's so cute!" I laughed, burying my face into the pillow as I started to cough. I quickly calmed myself down, before looking back to Jaime. "I love him- oh my god, when did he get so fluffy?!" I exclaimed, pointing towards the door where Pickles had just hopped through.
                          
"Wait. You have a cat?" Jaime said looking over to where I had pointed to.
                          
"Apparently," I shrugged. "Poor fucker has one leg," I told him, taking another drag.
                          
"Vic. Hey, Vic, Vic... Vic he has three legs," Jaime said, and pickles hobbled over to the couch.
                          
"No he has one. You're blind," I shook my head. 
                          
"Vic, Vic, Vic, Vic...that's three," Jaime said, holding up all five of his fingers.
                          
"No, no, that's six." I took his hand and turned it around, so he could clearly see how many fingers he was holding up.
                          
"Oh noooo, I grew another finger," Jaime said, his eyes widening. I looked at him, before bursting out laughing, making the cat jump.
                          
"Pickles! Pickles, get on the couch," I said hazily, patting the space next to me on the couch. 
                          
"Vic, Vic, Vic. Hey..." Jaime said, getting my attention.
                          
"Wh-what?" I turned my head his way, quickly
                          
He leaned forward, hugging me and putting his face in my neck. "I love you," he said, dragging out the 'u' sound.
                          
"I love pizza."
                          
"Can we order pizza!" Jaime yelled, looking up at me enthusiastically.
                          
"Yes!" I shouted, making Pickles jump once more.
                          
"Phone! Phone! Get phone!" Jaime yelled, pointing at my phone which was on the table in front of us. I quickly picked it up and attempted to unlock it, failing a few times Finally my phone read my finger print and I started to sift through my contacts. I finally picked one and put it to my ear.
                          
"Hello?"
                          
"Yeah uh, we want-" I pulled away and looked at Jaime.
                          
"What do we want?"
                          
"Pineapple!"
                          
"Jaime, pineapple doesn't go on pizza."
                          
"Fuck you it does! I want some fucking pineapple on my fucking pizza! And garlic bread, and buffalo wings-but no fucking blue cheese! I want ranch!" He ranted quickly, and I nodded.