Faith [Vincent x Scott]

Chapter 12

and now. right now. some. fucking. time. skip. 'cuz. I'm. lazy. as. FUCK. and. now. it's. DA NEXT DAY

CHAPTER 12 - Vincent's POV

I quietly started to wake up from my sleep. I opened my eyes and rose up to sit at the sofa, rubbing a little my purple, open hair. Sometimes I wondered, maybe I should cut it, but I liked it too much, so I always wanted to keep it, it was pretty long. And I still want to keep it. Think how I would look with short hair? It would be pretty weird, for me. Maybe. But if it was short, it wouldn't be problem to brush it.

I rubbed a little my eye with my other hand, I didn't even know what time it was. And I didn't know, if Scott was awake. Though I didn't hear anything from kitchen, from nowhere, so maybe he slept?

I stood up and quietly sneaked at front of Scott's room. I parted a little his door, noticing him sleeping still. A little smile came across my face while I watched Scott's sleep. Then I thought a little - god, I was like a pervert hunting a little girl. Smiling, almost grinning while watching someone's sleep. It was pretty creepy, to Scott and others, maybe a little to me, too. So, I shut the door and quietly ran to kitchen and checked clock.

"Eight o'clock, huh", I wondered - maybe I should do some breakfast to Scott? A little huff came from my mouth and I took Scott's blue apron, squeezing my fists, keeping them on my chest's level.

"Ok, I'll make some breakfast to him", I cheerly said to myself and imagined a little his reaction. Maybe, if I would do something good and big [U PERVERTS I KNOW WHAT U'RE THINKING], he would be happy? Smiling his silly smile and thanking? A little grin came across my face, again, when I imagined his reaction, "This is going to be a good morning to him", I thought and rose my sleeves, ready to make some breakfast to Scott.

"But..." I looked at the fridge, "what should I do? ..." A little time it took to think what I could make for him. It wouldn't be like a meal, not anything too greasy, not anything too light, not just nothing. Imagine, Scott wakes up and with empty stomach comes downstairs. Sits down, just to see an empty plate front of him. It would be pretty sad, he always made breakfast to him, so I can't be so rude. And, I was a bit hungry, too.

"...! That's it!"

a little time skip offered to ye vincent's blue apron

Just when I was ready, I heard some yawning from stairs. Footsteps, coming closer and closer. It was probably Scott, if it wasn't Mike. Well, actually, if I could say, I wouldn't be nonplussed if Mike would come - he was, like, every day here. And he came from nowhere sometimes, one day he just came from toilet, while me and Scott didn't even notice he had come.

I saw Scott coming to kitchen, he seemed like he was surprised when he saw me.

"Vincent? What are you doing?" Scott asked and stepped a little closer, but I put my hand on his chest and pushed him closer to dining table.

"Just sit down, I made some breakfast", I said and turned around to settle food to two plates. I felt like someone was watching me, probably Scott, there wasn't others, just Scott and me. [;)))] I took plates and turned around again, then I put other plate to table for Scott and other for me.

"I don't know if it's good, but... I wanted to make something, while you always do almost everything", I said while taking my - Scott's, I mean - apron off. I put it back to it's place and sat down, glancing at Scott, who was eating his breakfast. There was some eggs, toast [of course] and just some watermelon and grapes [got any grapes ?] I cut.

"It's good", Scott smiled at me, and I felt some weird feeling in my chest. It was warming, but at same time it was very weird, something I hadn't felt for years. Not since I last time saw Scott.

I smiled a little too, starting to eat my own breakfast.

Very soon we both ate, almost same time.

"Thanks for breakfast", he laughed and patted my shoulder a little while sitting, "You should do breakfast more often", he said still smiling.

"Yeah, I would", I said smiling a little too. We both stayed still, his hand still on my shoulder, it was pretty quiet then. I felt a little nervous while looking at him straight in his eyes, but at same time it felt good.

I frightened and almost jumped from my chair, when I heard door slamming at wall.

"It fucking hurts!" someone shouted at door, that's when my face turned into neutral, again - it was Mike, yes. It seemed like he came here every day, really, and I was used to it. I wonder, if Scott felt like Mike almost lived there? That's how I felt sometimes. And like Jeremy was Mike's mom. It was actually pretty cute, thinking about how they're in relationship, but Mike's like a 5-year-old and Jeremy's his mom.

Scott stood up and walked to the living room, where the door was. I stood up, too, and walked there, just to see Mike rubbing painfully his butt.

"Guess Jeremy did you hard", Scott grinned and crossed his arms, making Mike look up at Scott with frustrated and painful look.

"He did it fucking two times. Two. Times. I never did it two times on same day!" he shouted, and Jeremy patted his back.

"You'll get used to it", Jeremy said smiling kindly, but Mike didn't care, he continued pouting and crossed his arms, huffing a little.

"I didn't even get sleep last night properly", he muttered like 5-year-old who didn't get a new toy from the shop.

"Do some stretching what stretchs your ass, too, it can help", Scott thought, placing his hand on his chin, "I know some moves."

"Stretch nerd", Mike muttered quietly and looked away, making Scott glance a little. "Excuse me? Who is the real nerd here? Playing Pokémon while working?" Scott asked, making Mike flinch a little.

"Those animatronics can suck my dick! I won't waste my playing time for them!" Mike huffed, making Scott and Jeremy laugh, also making me smile a little. Guess it was going to be a long day.

BRUAHHAAHAHA FINALLY I WROTE SOMETHING <3333 BE PROUD OF ME *throws toasts with Vinny's and Scotty's sleeping pics for everyone* THANK U PEOPLE