Vincent went home not too long after, leaving Rody to panic alone about the kiss. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck! He kept repeating in his head, unsure of his feeling about the kiss now. He felt so confused. He liked the kiss but he wasn't gay. Was he? ...
No! That's horrible to be gay. At least, that's what he has been taught, but maybe he was wrong. If Vincent was gay then maybe being gay isn't a bad thing? His thoughts were all over the place. But... he liked women at the same time? This was all confusing! Maybe he just liked both genders? No... that'd be crazy. He thought, right? He groaned in annoyance and put his hands in his hair, pacing around the room as his thoughts went crazy.
Vincent was laying in bed, looking at the clock, 12 A.M. He sighed and looked at the ceiling. His hands over his stomach as he laid there, restless despite being drunk. He usually slept well when being drunk but his mind wasn't letting him let go of what happened. How could it? He kissed his employee, someone he'll have to see every weekday and someone he was finally having a friendship with. Stupid, absolutely stupid. He thought, furrowing his eyebrows and forming a thin line with his lips. "God..." He muttered to himself. How could I have done that? He kept questioning. Why did I have to let my feelings show? What even are my feelings towards... Rody? He sighed in frustration.
Rody stopped pacing as he stood at the front door. I don't like how I kicked him out... I shouldn't have done that. He furrowed his eyebrows. Maybe I should've just explained that I wasn't ready for that. What if I call him? Rody looked over to the table in the apartment, looking specifically at the telephone. What if he doesn't remember what happened though... like last time. He was conflicted with everything at the moment.
Vincent turned to his side, about to fall asleep, when he heard his telephone ringing. He groaned as he sat up, his telephone being at his desk in the bedroom. He got up from the bed, stumbling a bit as he did, then walked to the desk with the typewriter, some papers, and the telephone that was ringing. He grabbed the phone then put it to his ear. "Hello?" His voice came out slurred. Vincent heard a sigh of what he assumed was relief on the other side of the phone.
"Vincent, hey, I wanted to apologize for just kicking you out right after you... did that thing." Rody chuckled nervously.
Vincent was surprised to hear Rody's voice but even more to hear Rody apologize for kicking him out. "No, no... you're okay." Vincent smiled softly to himself. "I did do something that was a bit crazy so I apologize." His smile faded as he said that.
Rody sighed again. "Honestly," He paused then continued. "I didn't mind the kiss and, being honest again, this wasn't the first time you kissed me."
Vincent paused. "Wait... WHAT? I've kissed you before?!" Vincent sounded more shocked than anything.
"Yeah, yeah- I just didn't tell you because I didn't want any drama with work but who knows if you'll remember this night as well..." He chuckled, sounding a bit sad. "But it's made me question myself more than anything."
Vincent went quiet, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised. His lips parted in surprise. He didn't know how to process this.
Rody took Vincent's silence as to continue talking. "Look, it's not that I didn't... like the kiss but it's just not what I'm used to. We're both men." Rody admitted.
That made Vincent more shocked.
"Look I'll... I'll see you at work." Rody muttered before the phone line went silent.
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" Polaroid camera || Rody x Vincent || Dead Plate "
FanfictionA Dead Plate fanfic (which needs to be more on here in my opinion) of Vincent and Rody slowly getting closer together then maybe even becoming more? Just kidding, they will become something more. Mature themes will be written in further chapters...