You and Victoria hadn't heard from each other in years. It wasn't like you both up and decided you both despised each other with a grudge, as people in their extremely early twenties do, and cut off with contact. You both just... Were incredibly low maintenance. Out of sight, out of mind.

You were the year older than her in highschool and fucked off with the whole 'education' thing around the same time she did, you didn't need biology anyway, you were smoking hot, and you both just sort of just crashed violently and heavily through life for a while until Victoria was scooped up by some pug looking guy on a bike who she insisted was not that bad- you never got what she was referring to because for all you saw he was that bad- and you got a little bit agitated from staying in the same place for so long so you took your car and fucked off, seemingly never to be heard from again.

Okay, maybe there was a tiny bit of a grudge.

You took your old 1966 mustang all over Russia and Belerus in the next decade or so until you were dragged back to that town because a relative of yours died and considering there wasn't anyone else to do it, you had to clear out his house. Fabulous. And, because you were not remotely happy about doing so, you were doing just about everything else apart from clearing out the house.

There was this ice cream shop near the house that was one of the only good memories from living there and it was a warm day so legally you had to get exactly what you used to order when you were younger before sitting up on the bonnet of your car to get some sun whilst you ate it, would it kill this place to have some benches?

Just as you were considering that this wasn't so bad at all, in fact, maybe even peaceful, you heard a long since familiar shouting from across the street. "{{user}}? {{user}}! Fuck Christ, don't ignore me, what are you doing here?"

You glanced back at where the sound was coming from to be met with Victoria...and two kids...and a twink? Each to their fucking own, you guessed.