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Big Girls Don't Cry	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the true owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know, own, or make any money from them. I also don't know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from my own mind.

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Titi- Vlad's nickname for Vicky. Pronounced tee-tee (or tea-tea), short for tía, meaning aunt in Spanish.

Her doorbell rang loudly, waking Vicky from a deep slumber. She moaned into the pillow, not quite ready to let go of her bed's warm embrace when the loud ringing came again.
"I'm coming!" She yawned, extending her arm to grab onto the plain black shirt she had taken off last night; it was getting warmer in Chicago by the second. Her legs sauntered lazily across her floor and to the kitchen, a drowsy smile appearing as she looked through the window on the door to see her cousin Elizabeth. Upon opening the door, however, she was tackled by a pair of short stubby arms demanding to be picked up.
"Titi!"
Her smile grew tenfold, extremely happy to see the child and hugged him tightly, before sending him off to play and greet her cousin.
"Hey you." Lizzie grinned, hugging Vicky.
Yawning, the response came out as a still sleepy, "what's up? Coffee?"
"Actually, we're here to invite you to the zoo with me and Vladimir, isn't that right Vlad?"
The little child came running back from the piano and exclaimed excitedly, "yeah! Let's go Titi! I wanna see the lions and the tigers!"
"And the bears? Oh my!" Vicky laughed, agreeing as soon as he latched on to her leg once again.
"And you have to ride the dinosaur slide with me!"
"Yes, yes!" Vicky laughed, trying to pry him off of her. She had to agree to that and more before he let her go to grab a cookie from her pantry. Knowing well where his coloring supplies were, Vladimir made quick to use them when Vicky left to change into her day clothes. It took only a moment for Vicky to return to her small kitchen, seeing Lizzie leaning over the counter and watching Vlad color, and eat. "I'm ready!"

The car ride over to the zoo was filled with the soothing sounds of the summer breeze, interrupted only by the quick Latin sounds playing softly on the radio.
"How's life?" asked Lizzy, looking to her right at Vicky, who sat quietly staring out of the window.
"Can't complain. Started that yoga class you were telling me about, feels good. Work's alright. How bout you?" Vicky spoke evenly, only glancing briefly at her older cousin.
"Seems like a fuckin' party compared to what you described," laughed the hispanic at the wheel.
"Shut up." Vicky grinned, smiling brightly and taking a drink out of her plastic bottle.
The silence filled the car again, scratching of a pencil on a piece of paper caught Vicky's attention and she turned to watch her nephew.
Lizzy noticed her cousin's gaze and smirked, knowing just how much the child meant her slightly younger relative. "Vladimir's starting preschool in the fall, aren't you Lalo?"
"Yeah! I already have my book bag! It's Batman…" Trailed the little boy in excitement all the way to the zoo.

Vicky looked at Vladimir as the child gazed at the lion cage. He was growing up so fast… That or her life really was starting to become a series of short occurrences. Who knows?
"You know it's gonna be a long summer. What're your plans?" Asked Elizabth, pulling Vicky out of her private thoughts.
"Not sure, maybe start playing at El Ñandu regularly or something." She shrugged.
"Ah, good, good… Actually I was meaning to ask you, especially now that I know you're not doing much…"
"Yeah?" Vicky asked suspiciously.
"Would you mind, maybe, staying with Vlad for a while?"
"How long're we talking about?" Vicky asked looking a little worried.
"a month…"
"month?"
"or two…" she added sheepishly
"Two months? Where the hell are you going for two months?!"
"They're sending Deshawn to Japan, Costa Rica, and Brazil…" Lizzy paused to look at her cousin, seeing a look of concern in Vicky's face. She felt bad but… "He loves you, you'll do fine…" Lizzie reassured. "Plus, don't you think it's time you started spending a little more time with the family? You barely speak to anyone anymore. It's baby steps!"
"Yeah… yeah… I just… I dunno. I like being able to call the shots on my own terms–" Vicky turned to look at the fake blonde. "–and you know how the family is, everyone dictates your life but you."
Lizzy pursed her lips to the side, looking at Vicky. "Well I think this'll do you good. Spending time with him, he's still so small, y'know. There's so much you can teach him."
"I know… I just don't think I'm ready to…" Vicky looked out to the playground where Vlad was playing alone. Sometimes it surprised Vicky how much the child could remind her of herself.

"C'mon V! It's not that long and I haven't been away with just Deshawn in so long!" Lizzie begged what seemed like the tenth time that week.
"It's not that I don't want to help you, or that I don't like the idea. I just don't think I could do…" Vicky stopped her hand from whipping the egg in the bowl she was currently holding. "Stay with him for so long. Just us?" Vicky slowly let her hand return to its' rotating rhythm.
"Hey." Lizzie called, earning Vicky's attention. "I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think you were capable of doing it. Vlad adores you, and I know you love him." Lizzie smirked, knowing Vicky spoiled the child more than anyone.
"No, I know… It's just… What if I screw up? And if he gets sick? There's so much to caring for a child!" Vicky fretted, though in all honesty it was starting to get difficult to say no.
The idea of being with the little boy, just him and her, it was frighteningly delightful. If that even made sense. Actually, Vicky was starting to get a little excited, but if was her stupid fear of messing this up that was really holding her back…
"Pfft. You'll be fine." Lizzy waved her cousin's distress away. "Besides, it'll be good practice." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Practice?" Vicky raised her own.
"Yeah, for when you start popping out Jamie's bebes."
Vicky rolled her eyes and whipped her fork at Lizzy, successfully covering her cousin's face with egg.
"Ugh! You jerk!" She laughed.
"Yeah, whatever, you deserved it." Vicky chuckled, holding out a rag.
"Oh please," Lizzie took the scrap of cloth being handed to her. "You know you want to bone." Lizzie looked up noticing Vicky's suddenly red face. She knew that look. Guilty. Lizzie went slack jawed. "You did?!"
"What?" Vicky tried to hide her face. "C'mon! It was one time!"
"Doesn't matter. You had sex." Lizzie leaned further on the counter, waiting as Vicky poured her eggs on the sizzling pan.
Feeling herself being watched, Vicky glanced back only to find Lizzie looking at her innocently. Yeah right.
"What? Weirdo…"
"C'mon, you know what. Dish!"
"There's nothing to tell." Vicky defended.
"Yeah, uh-huh. Please, if he got you in bed he had to be good."
"It has nothing to do with that–which doesn't make sense, by the way. We hung out, smoked up, and ended up fucking. Nothing to tell." Vicky frowned, pushing her egg around to prevent sticking.
"Way'ta kill the mood." Lizzie slumped and sat back. "You gonna see him again?"
"Well yeah, I have to. We work together." Vicky flipped her egg, sprinkling salt onto the cooked side.
"Not what I meant." Lizzie added with a sing-song tone.
"Ok fine." Vicky pursed her lip. "Fuckin' nosy 'n' shit…" She mumled, turning off her stove and placing the omelette on a plate.
"You love me." Lizzie smiled.
"Shut up!" Vicky snapped, smiling. "We're not gonna 'see' each other, per say. But we agreed to hang out at Isaiah's party. And who knows…" Vicky cut into her egg. "And I'm not stupid, that's probably only going to lead to… uh… you know…"
"So it's a friends-with-benefits kind of thing?"
"I guess." Vicky muttered, her mouth full of egg.
Lizzie sighed. "Well, it's a start. And who knows, you might end up falling deeply in love." Her eyebrows batted annoyingly fast, making Vicky snort and laugh.
"Yeah. Sure." She rolled her eyes. "Moving on." Vicky licked her dry lips, and kept on eating, attempting to make it look as if this wasn't a hard decision she came to. "When do you want me to pick up Vlad?"
Lizzie gushed on the inside, knowing it would always turn out this way. "Friday? We're leaving Sunday, but I want to make sure we have everything ready."
"Yeah, sure." Vicky smiled, happy to have found a reason for her own overdue vacation.
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