The song that changed my heart

Sleepover

Rody sat on Vincent's bed, almost bored out of his mind. Vincent didn't really have anything to do for fun in his house. Sure he could read one of the books that Vincent had lined against his shelves. Then again he hated reading. So far the titles of the books seemed so uninteresting. Science cababol this, culinary yadda that. Nothing Rody would really find amusing. He likes more romantic books, with some fantasy elements, than textbooks. He could barely stand to read them in school, so why read them now? He groaned as he rolled over so his head was dangling off of the bed. What the hell was Vincent doing that was talking so long in the shower? His chest rose up and down as best as he could with the bandages surrounding it. He could work on the song he was writing. Though with the song being about Vincent at most he could work on was the melody, and he already wrote most of it down. Boredom consumed him as he sat up. He needed something to keep himself entertained. Maybe Vincent had something secretly fun. Rody had his doubts but figured there was no harm in looking. He looked at the bedside tables. He reached for the knob. Just as his fingers gripped it he stopped. Recalling some of the things his ex's had in their bedside drawers. He wasn't sure he wanted to see what was in Vincent's. He got off of Vincent's bed before looking over at the desk. The top had all sorts of documents sprawled across. Most of them were bills, but a few of them were written out. Rody tried to read them, but Vincent's handwriting made the documents unreadable. Over his desk was a shelf with several orchestral books. Though part of it was clear for a large framed photograph of the orchestra. The image appeared to be organized by section. He quickly spotted Vincent at the end. His face wasn't annoyed like his usual expression, but it had a more natural look. Richard was up near the top with a large grin on his face. He looked genuinely happy. Near the center his eyes landed on Manon. She seemed happy there with a bright smile. Rody smiled back before looking back down at the desk again. A small rectangular photo with Vincent and a woman. The woman looked much older than Vincent. Though very similar. The only real difference in physical appearance was her eyes being blue. Though personality wise the woman was more sunny. A bright smile on her face matching the pastel she was dressed in. Making her stand out against Vincent's more goth aesthetic. The frame was tucked into the far corner and barely visible between the other photos it was squished behind. Rody ran a finger over the frame. Bringing it back to see dust particles on his finger. He used the same finger on his other hand to do the same thing he did with the orchestra picture. No dust remained on his finger. Rody thought it was odd but shrugged it off as he wiped his fingers off on Vincent's sweatpants. They weren't as tight as he thought they would be. Still though they could be bigger. Quiet footsteps gradually grew louder. Rody moved back over to the bed. Just flopping down as the door opened. "About time." Rody said as he sat up and looked over. Vincent walked in and unlatched the first aid kit. "Can I apply the burn cream myself this time?" Rody asked as Vincent pulled out the bandages and the burn cream. "Sure." Vincent said as he grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over to Rody. He used a finger to pull the bandages back before sliding the scissors down. Rody felt a shiver as the cold blade pressed against his back. He knew it wasn't the sharp end, but that still didn't mean he was put on edge. The bandages fell from his chest freeing him of their containment. Rody took a deep breath. "Were they too tight?" Vincent asked as he handed Rody the burn cream. Rody tipped it over and popped the cap off. "No, they were fine. It just hurt to breathe with them on." Rody replied as he squeezed the bottle. Though nothing really came out. "Hit the bottom." Vincent said. Rody did just that. In one hit a large splat of the burn cream landing on his palm, and some even on his hands. Vincent looked at Rody's hand before looking back at Rody and then back at his hand. "How strong are you?" Vincent asked as Rody placed the bottle down back in the kit. "Pretty strong. I once broke a guy's arm while arm wrestling once." Rody replied as he rubbed his hands together before rubbing it on his chest. The cooling cream provides a strong contrast to the burning pain on his chest. He took a look at Vincent who let out an audible gulp. Before just looking back in the kit. Rody looked to the side to see a few small white puddles that laid on the sheets. "Also I got some on your sheets." Rody said and nodded his head in the direction of the puddle. Vincent sighed before shaking his head. "I need to get stuff from the closet anyway." Vincent said as he walked over to the closet. Rody furrowed his brow. "What do you mean by that?" Rody asked as Vincent opened the closet doors and grabbed a bed cover from a high shelf. "Since you're staying here until your burns are healed, I figured I'd sleep on the couch." Vincent replied as he reached up on the shelf and grabbed a thick blanket. Rody immediately felt bad. This wasn't his house. He shouldn't get to sleep in Vincent's bed in his apartment. "Are you sure? I can sleep on the couch." Rody said. He felt immeasurable guilt, about Vincent being nice to him. Especially since Rody has never done anything nice back for him. "No, it's fine. I slept on the couch when you first stayed the night." Vincent said as he walked back over to the kit and grabbed the bandage roll. "Yeah but I didn't have a choice. Besides, you've seen my apartment. I already sleep on my couch." Rody said as he lifted his arms up so Vincent could wrap around his burns. "And I insist that you sleep on my bed." Vincent replied as he began to wrap the bandages around his chest. Rody sighed, he knew he needed a way to not have Vincent sleep on the couch. Especially since Vincent would probably not let him sleep on the couch. "We can share the... bed." Rody regretted the words as soon as they fell out of his mouth. His face turned red as he looked up at Vincent. He had paused the bandage wrapping. His face was just as red as Rody's. Rody looked back down at the covers. "Never..." "That's fine." Vincent muttered. Rody looked back up at him. "You get one side and I'll get the other." Vincent said before taping the bandages. He placed the items back in the kit in their organized places, before leaving the room. Rody immediately bursted into an internal panic. He leaned his head in his hand, and one hand over his mouth. There was no way Vincent was actually willing to sleep in the same bed with him. Why had he said that? Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? Why couldn't he just accept the fact that Vincent was doing something nice to him? Then his mind flashed to what Manon had said when they broke up. "I can't keep watching you ruin any semblance of progress you make with yourself while trying to make me happy." She wanted the best of him. He barely even let her do anything for him. He sighed as he removed the hand from his mouth and ran his fingers through his hair. Yet he couldn't bear for anything to be done for him. His mind wandered quickly to his childhood. Before he quickly shook the memories out. He didn't want to think back on them. The times with his parents that he wished to forget. He slid off before grabbing the bed cover and folding it. Vincent entered the room as he was doing so. "You didn't have to do that." Vincent said as he walked over to the desk where he placed the bed cover. "Where do you want this?" Rody asked as he held the bed cover in his hands. "Just put it in the hamper." Vincent said as he began to drape the bed cover on the bed. Rody placed it in the hamper with the other neatly folded clothes. It struck him as odd, but Vincent was a bit of an odd person. When he turned back Vincent was sitting on the side closest to the door. Rody walked around to the side closest to the window. He removed the covers and sat down before lying down on his back and covering himself back up. Vincent had done the same thing except he was sleeping on his right side. Rody just shrugged it off. "Good night Rody." Vincent said. "Goodnight Vince." Rody said as he closed his eyes. Slumber did not come easily. It felt like hours before eventually Rody was lulled into a black void.

Rody wasn't sure what was pressed against his body. It felt warm. He liked it. It was purposefully nuzzled under his neck. His arms wrapped around it. His legs are cuffing around it. Then it moved. Rody was confused. He didn't want to move. Warmth surrounded him. His eyes still felt droopy. Then the warmth he had cuddled left him. Rody groaned a bit before curling into a ball. Pulling the blankets closer to him. A sigh rang through the room as he felt a pair of fingers move against his forehead. Pulling a lock away from him. Rody groaned again and stirred. Before eventually relaxing again "So needy." Vincent's deep voice whispered into his ear. Soft footsteps patted against the floor before he heard the closet door open. Rody cracked his eye open. A blurry outline of the figure was by the closet as he heard a piece of clothing being removed from a hanger. Rody blinked his eyes. Being able to more clearly see Vincent removing his shirt. His body outlined by the bits of sunlight peeking in through the curtains. His torso curved in slightly. Giving him an hourglass figure. Rody quickly shut his eyes. Hoping that the warmth of his cheeks was not noticeable.