“Hi Vanessa I didn’t hear you coming”
Wade Wilson stopped dealing with the radio and went to meet Vanessa, with a smile.
The young woman wore a white shirt and a pair of tight jeans, her black hair kept in a ponytail, looking beautiful as ever.
Wade knew that.
They'd met at a bar where she was escorting men...
She wondered why he immediately hit her "like a positive kick in the teeth" and thought their story was just sex, and instead they really fell in love and then...
“What are you doing?” Vanessa asked him, glancing at the radio.
"a song for a dance, but i can't find anything..."
Vanessa glanced at the boxes arranged against a corner of the dining room, and soon her ex-boyfriend would be moving into another apartment: soon he would be leaving Al Blind, to go live with Logan.
It had been strange to discover that Wade had literally fallen in love with Logan, in fact, using his words "he was literally flabbergasted after seeing some scary pectorals and that rude, but a little sad like a fucking old blues", but without using all those narrative terms you are, he had thought Vanessa rolling her eyes.
“i didn’t imagine”
"She started crying, then said she's going to miss the fact that she's hiding the coke," Wade said with a broad smile.
The first notes of 10cc’s “I’m not in love” resonated in the room.
“the 10cc is a long time i haven’t listened to them...” observed the girl, flapping her eyelids quickly. He sang a few words.
“to be american, you don’t get it wrong”
Wade shook his head. “they’re english, honey, like that dickhead i killed in the first movie remember?”
"Please don't start," Vanessa laughed. However, she was a little restrained as soon as Wade reached out to her. “will you allow me this dance?”
“Yes, my knight,” Vanessa replied, taking Deadpool’s hand.
They danced.
They danced in the room full of boxes until the end of the song.
I'm not in love so don't forget...
They looked into each other's eyes from time to time.
...in your eyes...
Vanessa knew there were a lot of things to say, but throwing them in there, it wouldn't make sense.
For a moment it seemed to her that the escort was back in that lurid bar and he was a guy trying to tow someone with that mocking smile.
Now everything had changed, he had become Deapool, a murderous but sympathetic madman.
And you?
A normal girl, but not like everyone else because they don't know how lucky I am: Wade understood that deep down they were soul mates.