Rody's POV:
"Did you buy groceries like I asked?" He says, pulling away from the hug slightly. "Oh yea, I didn't know what you wanted me to get, so I just got stuff. I thought you could cook.." I say my voice trailing off.
I probably shouldn't tell him about all the TV dinners I got. "Alright then.. I'm gonna shower, so just wait for me." He says, letting go of me, making me feel cold. I like it when he hugs me.
Once he had left to the bathroom, I decided to wait for him in his room so I could shower after him. But I was still confused about why he seemed worried. Sad even.
After a while of zoning out and thinking about why Vince was acting so strange, I hear the door open, and I look over to see Vince dressed in a gray long sleeved shirt and black shorts his hair was still wet.
"You can go shower now, Rody." He says, walking over to me. "Alright.." I say, standing up and walking out the room.
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After I finished showering, I got dressed wearing a dark red T-shirt and black shorts with white streaks on the side.
After I finished getting dressed, I went into Vince's room, but when I opened the door, he wasn't there.
The next place I checked was the kitchen. He was there, cooking dinner like usual, and I decided to sneak behind him, hugging him.
"What are you making?" I ask, resting my chin on his shoulder despite our height difference.
"Bouillabaisse,"(Search it up) He says bluntly, continuing to cook. I sigh in boredom, not knowing what to talk about.
"How was your day?" I say, trying to start a conversation. "It was ok." He says, continuing to cook quietly.
"Is there something wrong, Vince? You've been acting weird ever since you came back from your mom's house." I say questioning him on why he's been acting differently.
"No, it's not that I just felt bored and tired. That's all you don't need to worry about me, Rody." He says, smiling softly, which reassured me.
"If you say so.. also, are you almost done yet?" I say since I'm hungry and didn't eat much today. "Yea, it's almost finished." He says as he continues to focus on what he's doing.
"Alright," I say, stepping away from him so he has more room. After Vince put the Bouillabaisse on two separate plates serving ne my plate.
"Thank you." I say as He hands me a spoon and Sita across from me with his plate. "You're welcome now. Eat your food."
He says as he starts to eat, I do the same.
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Once we finished, we decided to go to sleep, so we went to Vince's room, settling into his bed.
I was already sleepy after the food, so I knew it wouldn't be hard for me to fall asleep. Vince played down in bed beside me, closing his eyes as he mumbled, "Goodnight, Rody.."
"Goodnight Vince." I say, closing my eyes, feeling content, and drifting off to sleep.
Vincent's POV:
After Rody went to sleep, I got put off bed sneaking into the living room. I hate lying to him, but it's for his own good.
I pick up my phone, ready to make the call. I have to fix this for Rody's sake.
Word count: 565
(Sorry, this chapter is so short. I've been busy lately, so the end was a bit rushed. The next chapter will be longer!)
