Love is Dead

He Smokes in Bed

WARNING: this fanfic contains nicotine use, cannibalism/gore, cussing, gay stuff(obvi), and regular relationship things.

-insert name- = Pov change
'thoughts' = character thoughts
"words" = Dialogue
(Info) = translation/adding info
[Phone] = someone speaking to a character on the phone
If there is nothing around the text then it's a character's action or a character's past action.

-Rody's Pov-

I pace back and forth.

Muttering "how.. Why?... No, no. I can't- i... Why do I Love him? Why? Ugh! Cupid, you cruel asshole.." I try taking deep breaths.

I keep muttering "I mean, sure he has a nice body, and nice hair, and handsome eyes.. And maybe I like his monotone voice and his firm but gentle touch- but that doesn't mean anything!... Does it?...." I groan.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I spin around so fast that I fall.
He extends his hand to help me up, it's cold.

"Just came to say your break is over, .....sorry for startling you I guess."

I get up and I smile "no, no.. It's fine! I should really not get scared so easily.." I reach my hand over to rub the back of my neck but before I can he grabs my hand.

"You know, Rody... You do that a lot. Nervous tic or something?"

I chuckle "I guess-"

"Shush.. Calm down Rody." He lets go of my hand.

I take a few deep breaths and I look at him.

"Much better, I can't have you waiting customers if you're so frantic." He crosses his arms and I just walk back inside.

I sigh and wait on some tables. One being a mother and her son, another, a young man, and another being an old couple.

I gather up all their orders and serve them the food and such.

I was walking to the table that the young man was seated at, carrying his food and then- "Aahh!" I trip but then I feel someone catch me from behind and they slowly steady me.

I stand up straight and I turn around, and of course, just my luck, it's Vince.

He just mutters "Be more careful." And he walks back to the kitchen.

I'm blushing just a bit and I give the man his food.

I continue to work throughout the day.

-Vincent's Pov-

A couple weeks go by, Rody's late lots of days, but for him that's to be expected. Along with the occasional customer criticizing him and him nearly tripping over his own feet. He's... Interesting.

. . . . .

It's past closing, I'm in my office, and I just can't stop thinking about Rody..

I close my eyes and groan. And then an image flashes in my head.. Of Rody being, well.. Shirtless. I gasp.

I immediately open my eyes and I sit up. 'You little shit.. Why-.. How have you impacted my thoughts like this!? You Ginger haired dunce.'

I take a deep breath and say "This is simply just a one time thing and tomorrow my mind will be fresh..."

. . . . .

The week goes by, more and more thoughts of him why? Just why?

On Thursday i watch Rody wait tables from the doorway of the kitchen. I stare at him. His messy ginger hair that extends just near the nape of his neck getting disheveled from running all over the place.