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A post breakup(?) Situationship was never easy, two people thats so obliviously inlove with each other is even harder. And of course, the friends that handle the two people of said post breakup.
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Trinity, Mel and Dennis are the closest friends Victoria ever had in her life, sure they tease her from time to time but she can feel the love still.
"I hate him.. I hate him so fucking much.." Victoria whined, sniffling as she wipes her tears, her head throbbing of the memory the way the girl puts her hand on his chest.
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James' roommates were the same, handling their drunk roommate whos so lovesickenly heartbroken. Now dealing Ogilvie's hangover since the rest of them stayed sober when James decided to get 50 shots. For himself.
Riley, a man on his early 30's, a dentist uptown. "Man, we get it, but dont you have a shift tomorrow?" He asks, sighing as he approaches Ogilvie currently moaning on and on about Victoria on the couch. "Dude, its fucking eight am. On a sunday." Dean complained, supposedly wanting to have a date with his girlfriend but had to cancel because of... Roommate.
Pros and Cons of dating your fellow co-workers:
Pros:
- Depends on them for good sex
- Good (if good at sex) hookups
- Rebound if recently rejected
Cons:
- Attachment issues
- 'Getting too real'
- Hate sex but now with attachment to them
And there they were, Javadi and Ogilvie in one shift after breaking ending it all. One upping each other doesn't feel the same anymore unless one was actually wrong.
Hours into the shift, Santos nudges at Javadi, "Hey, your suitor's here..." She purses her lips at the guy coming from upstairs. They were charting by the hub, Ogilvie and Kwon were there too.
Dana looks over, then to Ogilvie, with that death stare as they watched the guy, a plastic surgeon, talking up with Victoria and handed her coffee.
'She doesn't like coffee, she likes chai and energy drinks.' He thought to himself. Unaware that Whitaker cheekily sings to himself loud enough to be heard a little.
"I turn my cheer music up, and I'm puffing my chest. I'm gettin' red in the face, you can call me obsessed." He hums the chorus, making Santos snicker as she moves away from her spot.
Mel continues without a glance, singing along as she passes by, not acknowledging the way Ogilvie inhales sharply as he tries to focus himself on the board. "It's not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect. It's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous~".
Santos barked a laugh, turning away and shaking her head as Dana smirks.
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Dr. Frances Giovanni, the plastic surgeon that Victoria had dated twice. Now currently chatting her up at her charting station. "Hey uhm, maybe later? We're really packed right now.." She says politely, a tight lip smile as she watched him nod and gone to the elevator. Sighing as she massages her knuckles.
Mel, who took the coffee for her as per doing a favor from Ogilvie enough to be from afar yet seeing still. "He seems.... nice..." She says, in a polite manner. Victoria scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"Why him, then?" Dennis comes by, chewing on a granola bar. "You know, Trin knows and Mel knows." Victoria gives them an appointed look, before getting up. "I just hope he'll just.. Nevermind."
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9:42 pm
"Shit." Victoria curses. Still freezing out on the fall wind. Her lyft order has been cancelled, again. For the seventh time. Walking to her apartment 20 minutes away could double, and a young girl just out of work walking alone was a major red flag.
Then.. "Javadi." James came from behind, out of his scrubs and wearing a white tee and a green jacket.Victoria looks up to him. Its been.. eight days since. His blue eyes darting to her face, his heart clutching with something he can't seem to recognize.
"Why are you still here?" He asks, not taking his eyes off her.
Victoria stims, fiddling with her fingers. "...No ride.." She gulps, her eyes fluttering with the memory of the girl and him at the club.
He sighs, "I'll walk you to your apartment. Come on."
"Oh. Oh no its fine—"
"Nope, lets go. Come on."
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19 minutes in, the usual bustling busy streets of pittsburgh werd quiet. Soft hums of the wind and the warm lights of street lamps. They still havent spoken to each other. Refusing to say the things they wanted to say. Too prideful. Yet deep inside, they felt... Connected, somehow..
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10:32
"What did he have that i don't have?" James stopped walking. Breathless as his heart thumps loudly. 'I fucked up, shit shit shit. Abort abort abort.' His mind racing as he watched her stopped her tracks and face him.
"What? Who?" Victoria furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head in confusion.
James scoffed, swallowing what seems to be his confidence. "The guy giving you coffee."
"Dr. Giovanni? I.. Why are you so angry about this?"
"I'm angry because I can't stand anyone with you!" He says loudly.
I.... Im in love with you. Since July fourth." He admits, breathless. He knows if he runs now, she'll be alone and in danger. No, He'll protect her. Always.
Victoria walks toward him, closer now.
"I.. He asked me out. At the club by the—"
"–bodega downtown. Yeah... I saw." He inhales sharply, the memory of Victoria so beautiful in the colorful flashing lights. Not being to touch her because they ended it.
"I.... We were.. casual.. sort of—" She stammers, gulping as she looks up to his eyes.
"Casual enough for coffee and dates?" He scoffs. I—"
Suddenly he was pulled down. Hands in the fabric of his jacket as he felt familliar lips on his.
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"Did you like him?" He pants. Now sitting on a bench nearby, close enough to let their knees touch.
Victoria chuckles, shaking her head. "No, he.. is very vocal on things he doesn't like.. Said my triple piercings were a turn off to guys."
James let his lips quirked up, "Asshole.." he mutters under his breath.
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"I wanna be your boyfriend." James pants heavily, moving their naked body closer as they rested.
Victoria chuckles, looking up to his gaze as his arm wraps around his. "Be my boyfriend then."
He hums, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks. "I love you, Victoria.."
"I love you, James." Her lips met his.