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Yeah, I know, I wrote a gay Doogie fanfic. It might have a little something to do with NPH being gay, but I also love writing non-canon pairings. 'Cause y'know, I'm a rebel like that :p.
"So you didn't get with her?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. No matter how many times I explained it, Vinnie just can't seem to understand the fact that I did not have sex with Wanda.
"Vinnie," I said, "I didn't."
He walked, no more like, stomped up to me and put his face right in front of mines. My throat felt dry. There he was, Vinnie Delpino, dangerously close to me.
"Come on, Doogs," he said with a hilariously serious face, "There she was, waitin' for ya to pop her cherry, and you back down!"
I sighed again. "Vin, it's more complicated than that."
He moved in closer and placed his hands on the armrests of my chairs. His hands were now tightly holding my wrists. I felt my palms sweating.
"How? She was ready to get the party goin'!" he said.
"Actually no, we both weren't ready," I said.
"What?" he said, "But you said that…"
"I don't know, I guess I just wanted to get it over with," I said, "But that wouldn't have been special."
"So when will you be ready then?" he said.
I wasn't listening. As cheesy as it sounds, it was extremely hard to pay attention to what he was saying with his beautiful face just a few centimeters from mine. It seemed like the perfect time to lean in and plant one on him, but of course, I wouldn't. Vinnie Delpino was probably one of the straightest guys in the planet. And for me, to be falling for him, is not exactly the easiest thing.
Not to mention, I have a girlfriend, who I was supposedly crazy about.
These days, with Vinnie around, it's hard to get crazy over Wanda. And that makes me feel so guilty, you have no idea.
"Yo, Doogs," he said, waving his hand in front of my face, "You still awake, bud?"
"Oh yeah," I said, snapping out of it. "I don't know, when the right person comes."
To my dismay, he moved away and walked towards my window.
"That better be Wanda. She's not gonna wait for long," he said, as he climbed over. "Night Doogs."
"Night," I said. I waited until he was out of sight, then I walked over to my bed and flopped down. My chest felt heavy.
I have a feeling the right person's not going to be Wanda. It certainly won't be Vinnie either. After all, he's probably the straightest guy on Earth.
Then again, who knows what could happen? But that's just wishful thinking.