Once again Vicky dragged her boyfriend and his best friend to a concert, this time on a weekend. Chester was sitting in the backseat leaning in between the front seats so he could pester the brunette driving the car. Despite being told she'd never let him drive her car again, Timmy had driven her around quite a lot lately. She didn't mind really, it was just keeping up appearances that made her get upset when he took her keys. The blonde was talking about a couple girls that had openly flirted with them when they stopped to grab some food while they waited for Vicky to pick them up. All his friend's attempts to get him to shut up made no difference. His girlfriend was sitting quietly in the passenger seat but he knew she was fuming. Anger practically radiated off of her. Ever since they'd started dating a few months ago she'd gotten even more possessive than when they were friends. Sure she'd always been that way and he'd dealt with it but in the past couple weeks she'd gotten unbearable about it. It was only if other girls got too close to him and it was really pissing him off. In public she acted more like she owned him than that they were dating. At first he thought it was just a phase she'd eventually get over, that is until he looked back on her other relationships and couldn't remember her acting like this with any of them.
This wasn't something he wanted to deal with while trapped in a car with her and his best friend. After all the blonde tended to piss her off more often than the two got along. At this rate either he was going to shout at his friend or his girlfriend was going to unleash all of her anger at once. There was no way for him to win.
"So the one with lip ring asked Timmy if he wanted to hang out later but he told her we were going to the concert. Dude did you see her face when you told her you were taking your girlfriend? That girl was so into you." Had he not added that last part it might have soothed her anger just a little.
"Chester please shut up."
"Why man?"
Because you're digging my grave you freaking idiot! You know how she gets about these things.
"Yeah why should he? Afraid he'll say something he shouldn't?" The redhead growled.
Dammit she was beyond pissed. Her voice dripped with venom. Neither of the boys said a word, both afraid of making things worse. Chester sat back in his seat, leaving his friend to do damage control. Again he found himself in a no win situation; if he stayed quiet she'd just get angrier but if he tried to calm her down she'd get mad at him. He was going to kill Chester for this.
"There's nothing he'd going to say that I'm afraid of, I just know how you get when other girls hit on me." He kept his voice as neutral as possible in hopes it would help somehow.
Turning to look at him, "what the hell is that suppose to mean?"
With a quick glance in the rearview mirror to give his friend a look begging him to stay quiet Timmy took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be pretty. Chester stared out the back window.
"You know what it means, you've gotten real possessive of me lately."
"I am not possessive."
Now his temper was starting to flare up, "yes you are. Every time a girl is overly friendly to me you get jealous and possessive."
"Fuck you, I'm not some clingy bitch who gets jealous when other girls talk to you."
Clingy, no, she had never been clingy in her life. Jealousy was a different story.
"I didn't say you were clingy, I said you get jealous easily."
"I don't get jealous, least of all because some random bitch flirts with you."
Forget temper flaring; now he was as pissed as she was. What the hell was her problem?
"Yes you do! I go up and talk to some other girl and you pout until I walk away. Now you're jealous because some random girl flirted with me. Why the hell are you so sensitive about me talking to other girls? It's like you don't trust me to be faithful. I don't know what you think is going to happen if I talk to another girl but you have to stop getting so damn jealous because its pissing me off."
A string of expletives from both of them followed until the redhead made him pull over, get in the back seat with his friend, and drove the rest of the way to the concert. Tensions were high for the remainder of the ride and Chester kept giving his friend apologetic looks.
When they got there Vicky gave Chester his and Timmy's tickets and walked off into the crowd. Now it was Chester's turn to do damage control which wasn't hard since the brunette was already calming down. They talked about the best way to get the redhead to stop running off every time she saw them walking towards her. After a while Chester went to talk to her on his own, it was risky but it was also their best chance of getting her to listen. Besides neither of them wanted to be left in another city because she drove off without them. More than once Timmy had, had to call one of his friends, mainly Chester, to come get him after an argument with Vicky had resulted in her leaving him stranded. Sometimes she turned around to get him but normally he had to wait for a friend. That hadn't happened since they began dating but that didn't mean it couldn't. So he was left there to hope his best friend could get her to listen.
Vicky watched the blonde start walking towards her while her boyfriend stayed put. Even though she'd managed to disappear in the crowd a few times she never went so far away that she couldn't see them. Yeah she'd gotten a little jealous lately, it wasn't like she hadn't noticed. Okay so she denied it at first but over the past few days she realized she was being a bit ridiculous. Really could anyone blame her? Timmy was sweet when he wanted to be, understanding, and had a lot of patience. He had to have a lot of patience to put up with her all the time. It was understandable that other girls would flirt with him, he was a good person and pretty good looking but that didn't mean she was okay with it. She wasn't worried he'd cheat or anything but she was afraid he'd meet some girl that he liked better than her. That was why she got jealous so much. It wasn't fair to him that she got so angry or that she blew up at him in the car but she didn't like admitting that she was wrong. Why she was so stubborn she'd never know. Maybe later she'd say she was sorry or at least try to be better about getting jealous.
Nervously the blonde approached her; probably worried she'd yell at him next. However right now she didn't feel like yelling at him, even if he deserved it. Right now she just wanted to make up with her boyfriend. Her jealousy wasn't something to be proud of but she only felt that way because she cared about this relationship more than the others. Old boyfriends hadn't meant nearly as much to her as Timmy did. Reluctantly she spoke to the blonde about the fight in the car. Had he not been Timmy's best friend she might have confided in him a bit more about why she was so jealous lately but there was no way he'd keep his trap shut long enough for her to talk to Timmy about it first. Still at least she could get a sense of what the brunette was thinking. Luckily he was quicker to forgive, always had been, so she followed Chester back to where he was waiting.
Timmy pulled her into a hug and told her he was sorry for being a jerk. All she could do was give him a look that said she was sorry and would try to be better. For the moment it was enough and they could enjoy the down time before the concert. The concert itself was amazing. Since the first concert the redhead had dragged him to, Chester had become a fan of the band so they were all singing at the top of their lungs during the whole show. Well, the blonde didn't join in on the song that he'd deemed Vicky and Timmy's, the one that she made him sing the female part. They were going to make fun of him on the way home.
None of them were in a hurry to leave after the concert; after all it would be a nightmare o get out of the parking lot for a while. Not to mention they'd have to find Chester after he disappeared with some girl. He'd show up again eventually so the others weren't worried. Timmy and Vicky had found a booth that was still selling food and drinks so they'd bought some food to pass the time. Someone was playing music on a radio not too far away. He'd gone to find out what they were playing while she went to buy a drink. It turned out to be one of the band's albums. The guy playing it talked to Timmy for a few minutes before the buck toothed teen made his way back to the last place he'd seen his girlfriend.
She was leaning against the side of a building that sold concessions, sipping from the cup she'd bought from the booth. Sometimes he wondered if she knew how gorgeous she was, even in her old jeans and a tank top. Noticing him watching, she smirked at him before winking at him. Yeah, she definitely knew.
Once he joined her she offered to share her drink then laughed when he choked on it, not realizing it was alcohol. One of them had to drive home so he refused anymore. They watched a group of people gather around the radio blasting music to dance. Giving her boyfriend a suggestive smile she left him her drink and went to join in. He couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned against the building to watch. She definitely knew how to dance.
His phone rang and it turned out to be Chester asking where they were. The parking lot was pretty empty according to him. There was a hint of sadness in his voice, probably from the girl turning him down or something. Motioning to his girlfriend that they should leave he assured his friend that they'd be at the car in a few minutes. Hanging up the phone he saw some older, college guy talking to Vicky. Patiently he waited for her to get done talking but even though she tried to walk away the guy seemed determined to keep her attention. She was starting to get annoyed with the guy so she pointed to Timmy. The guy looked at him, scoffed, and said something to her.
Asshole.
While his temper was nothing compared to her's, Timmy's was a lot easier to fire up all at once. It didn't happen often but when it did he went from calm to raging bull in seconds. Right now was one of those rare times.
Seeing his girlfriend laugh at something the guy said didn't help. If this is what jealousy felt like then he wouldn't be so harsh on Vicky next time. This feeling was making him irrationally angry and he hated it.
Whoever the guy was, he was doing everything he could to keep Vicky from looking over at Timmy. When he grabbed her wrist to keep her from walking off Timmy couldn't stand by anymore. He went over to them and shoved the guy away from his girlfriend.
"What the hell little man?" The guy's words were slurred.
"Touch my girlfriend again and I'll kick your ass."
"Timmy," she sounded worried, when his temper got like this their roles were reversed. Vicky was the one trying to calm him down when he was like this. "Timmy come on let's go, Chester's waiting on us."
Chuckling the guy looked at the brunette, "Chester? Who's that, your boyfriend little man?"
Trying to pull her boyfriend away from the drunk was difficult. He was bigger than she was but thankfully not mad enough to focus solely on whatever set him off. When she pushed him backwards he started backing up. As long as she got them far enough apart before this guy made things worse things would be alright.
"Aw don't leave babe, come on you don't want this kid. Not when you could have a real man." Reaching out he pulled her into a hug.
Elbowing him in the ribs Vicky steered Timmy away to keep him from going after the drunk. They only made it a few feet before the idiot opened his mouth.
"You stupid bitch!"
The redhead didn't bother to prevent what happened next, it was going to happen one way or another anyway.
Despite being the smaller of the two, Timmy punched the guy as hard as he could in the face. Watching the guy fall on his ass was very satisfying.
"Call her that again and I'll fucking kill you."
This time nothing prevented them from walking towards the parking lot. Halfway there his temper had simmered down. Feeling it was now safe to tease him, Vicky hooked her arm in his.
"Someone was jealous."
"Shut it."
"So you can complain about me being jealous but I can't? At least when I'm jealous I'm not violent."
Blushing a little, Timmy didn't say anything. Okay so they were both jealous people who were protective, and a little possessive, of each other. Her preferred tactic was to intimidate the other person while he was, well if what just happened was any indication of things to come, violent.
"Aw, look who's embarrassed."
"More like ashamed, hate getting like that."
"Hey," turning his face to her's, "nothing to be ashamed of about what you did. Thanks for coming to my rescue." She pressed her lips to his. Feeling him relax, Vicky pulled back so she could put her head on his shoulder.
Getting back to the car they found a very unhappy Chester sporting a black eye. Turns out the girl he'd vanished with had a boyfriend. Timmy drove them all home in silence. His best friend was sleeping in the back seat and Vicky was dozing off in the passenger seat.
So they were both jealous, maybe that was just the way they both worked. Hadn't he always hated seeing her with her other boyfriends? He threatened one of them and beaten another. Not that she knew that, yet. Vicky could look after herself so he didn't really help her out unless he felt there was a serious need for him to do so. The guy at the concert she could have taken care of on her own but Timmy was protective of her. Rarely did he ever have to act on it but now he could understand her recent behavior. He'd learned more about her during the few months they'd been dating than the nine years they'd known each other. If only there was a way to do that without some sort of fight breaking out.
Oh well, they were used to fighting. A fight had finally brought them together so he couldn't complain too much. Even on the days that made him wonder how he put up with her, he wouldn't change a thing about her for the world. Vicky was straightforward, truly cared for the people lucky (or unlucky depending on your point of view) close to her, always ready to help a friend when it mattered, had a great sense of humor, and could be nice when she wanted to be. Neither of them had actually said the 'L' word yet but Timmy was sure he loved her. Some crazy, bizarre form of love, but love nonetheless. Those rare tender moments they shared like earlier made him think she loved him too. He guessed he'd have to wait for her to say it to know for sure. Looking over at her sleeping in her seat he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
He'd tell her tomorrow.