'Finding Time.'
'In love with Wreck-It Ralph at the moment, and still tinkering with fanfiction related to it, this isn't planned out, and is coming to me as I write it. Make sure to read and review, and let me know if you want me to continue writing.

Vanellope

I guess it might have been stupid for me to expect ol' Stinkbrain to come see me all the time. I mean I know he had his own game to play, to be apart of; we all do. I 'spose seeing him across the room everyday being thrown off the building was better than nothing y'know. I just hadn't really seen him since he last left Sugar Rush. I hadn't attempted to go see him since he left, and it'd been a month already. I 'spose I thought he'd come see me first. Maybe he was just busy; or not wanting to cause any more trouble, so was staying put in his own game for a while. But it was starting to get to me… Y'know? Had I done something wrong?

I mean the last time I saw Ralph, it wasn't as if anything weird happened, we just said goodbye. I called him names; he called me names, nothing out of the ordinary… Was it? I couldn't stop thinking about it though, had I said something that hurt him? No… Of course I didn't. I hadn't called him anything bad. You know, it was just the usual Stinkbrain insult, nothing he couldn't handle, especially Ralph. Or at least I imagine he'd be able to handle it. It'd just become part of my routine though, hiding from those who tormented me, throwing insults back and forward. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything like that to Ralph, maybe I went too far.

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Ralph
It'd been a blast the past few days, I finally had everything I dreamed of, everyone was nice to me now, and I finally felt at home, like I belonged somewhere. Even Gene was more welcoming than usual, but it wasn't ever like we were going to become the best of friends anyway. But at least I had a house of my own now, rather than living in the dump, filled with bricks every night after closing time. I had a fireplace, working lights, I can actually sleep on a bed now, It was one that Felix put together for me only a few hours back. It was nice to know that they actually cared.

I tell you though; I'd been so busy. I hadn't walked past a single person who didn't congratulate me. I actually felt like a hero, even though I know I'm not. I'm bad, and that's good… I was reminded by that everyday, when the townspeople lifted me up, to throw me off the building, into the mud. My eyes always ended up locked with the one who changed my life, just as I had changed hers. I'd been meaning to see her again for weeks now, but things kept getting in the way. Whether it was being invited to tappers for a few drinks, or helping the townspeople break down bricks for parts of furniture. It was a never-ending cycle, and to be honest, I almost felt like the days were getting shorter.

It wasn't until I set off to go to bed, with only six hours until we opened up again, that I heard the knock on my door. I grumbled loudly, I'd literally only just got comfortable, but then again, that really wasn't difficult for me, after sleeping on bricks for thirty years of your life, the comfort of a bed really is enough. But you know, out of everything I was expecting to find when I opened that door, from Felix asking for a favour, to Gene demanding that I help Felix build a few more houses, but out of all the scenarios in my head, I never expected to see a teary Vanellope standing in my doorway.

Vanellope

I didn't know what I was gonna say when he opened the door. But I had to think of something. I'd say sorry. Yeah, that'd be fine. I'd say sorry for everything I'd done wrong. All the names I'd called him! But as I reached out to knock on the door… It hit me, maybe he didn't want to see me. It wasn't long until the tears started flowing down my face. I stuttered, my glitching taking hold of my body. I still occasionally glitched, sometimes uncontrollably, it just happened. It was only bad if I got upset, like now. I knocked firmly on Ralph's door, and started to wipe away my tears as he answered.

He looked at me confused for a few seconds, before I jumped, and hugged his leg firmly. He looked like he didn't know what to say. But within a few seconds he'd already pulled me inside, and propped me gently on his giant oversized bed. It almost made me giggle because of how large it was.

"Why are you crying Vanellope?" he asked softly, looking into my eyes, confused. I couldn't help it, and gave out a little sniff.

"I'm sorry for calling you names, and I know I've been a bad friend." I cried out sadly. I didn't want him to hate me. I kept my eyes locked with his, and was pleased to see he was smiling.

"Is that what's bothering you President Fart-feathers? You of all people should know by now that I can handle a few insults every now and then." I let out a smile too, and wiped away all of my tears, letting out a tremendous grin. "I thought you were angry with me, and didn't want to see me anymore… I didn't want to lose my only friend." Ralph looked confused; he looked at me for a moment, before pulling me into a proper embrace. We stayed like that for a few moments before I let out a gagging noise, indicating that his body odour was starting to clog up my senses. Ralph just laughed, as he always did. He dropped me to the floor, and let out a hearty laugh.
"I promise we'll always be friends Vanellope." I eyed him up, before pulling my arm out, grinning widely.
"Shake on it?"
"Shake on it." He laughed, grabbing my hand and delicately motioning up and down, just as we did when we partnered up. I hadn't been this happy since I'd last seen him.

Ralph
I almost asked Vanellope if she wanted to stay over in 'Fix-It Felix' for the night, it was late, but she decided she'd better run back to her game before the day rolled in. She asked if I wanted to visit her tomorrow, and made me promise we'd see each other at least a few times a week. I closed the door after her, and made my way back to my bed. I was just getting settled once again, when I heard it.