{ Hey guys! Admin here, I just want to make a quick notice here. There will be torture involved, sorry if I spoiled. But I don't want people who easily gets nightmares or anxiety to read this, since I'm trying to get it as detailed as possible. Thank you - Admin}
{Scotts POV}
After we went home, getting a couple of new numbers to our cellphones we slammed out face on the bed and went to sleep. We we're all torn out for jumping, fighting and drinking as if it was the end of the world. ¨Scott..?¨ I heard Vincent say, I groaned. I was on the edge of falling asleep. God damn it Vincent! ¨Yeah..?¨ I replied moving my face towards him the bed sheets ruffling ¨I can't sleep¨ He said and I sighed as I turned around again ¨Okay.. You can hug me if you want to. If it'll help¨ I said feeling his slender arms slowly make their way around my stomach sending chills up my spine and making me blush a little. ¨I'm tired Vincent.. Stop with the teasing now...¨ I mumbled as I peeked over my shoulder seeing him asleep ¨How..?¨ I was going to question it but shrugged it off as I fell asleep myself.
{Next Day}
¨Jeremy?!¨ I heard Mike shout, what the hell..? I opened my eyes getting out of bed and walking out the door seeing Mike running around in the house, stressed as fuck ¨Jeremy?! Where the fuck are you?! This isn't funny!¨ Hm? Is Jeremy gone!? ¨Mike what the fuck are you screaming about?! I'm trying to sleep dick head!¨ Vincent shouted from our room, he then got out. Tired as fuck, his eyes looked like they where about to fall off and he was hangy himself as well. ¨Jeremy's gone you fucking phone fucker!¨ Vincents eyes shot up as if he had drinken 10 Energy bars. ¨What the fuck!? And you haven't found him yet?! Useless punk! Go outside you moron!¨ Vincent shouted ¨What did you call me?!¨ Mike shouted up in his face ¨Useless punk!! That's what I called you, you deaf kid fucker!¨ Vincent replied rudely, they where both breathing heavily from all the screaming ¨SAYS THE ONE WHO KILLED KIDS! YOU PROBABLY FUCKED THEM TOO!!¨ Mike literally screamed in his face making Vincent to lose breath for a moment, looking at Mike. ¨... I'm going outside to take a look for Jeremy¨ Vincent mumbled walking outside without shoes, just a pare of purple tights and a black shirt slamming the door after him. Mike was mumbling something sitting down in the sofa and taking on of the pillows digging his head into it. ¨Mike...?¨ I asked ¨Go away..¨ I backed a step and then shook my head ¨I'm not going, not until you get your fucking ass up and go search for Jeremy! At least go and apologies to Vincent for fucks sake!¨ I said with a high tone in my voice. ¨Everybody needs the truth¨ He mumbled, I twitched glistering my teeth ¨That's ENOUGH!¨ Mike looked up at me in shock over me screaming. ¨WHILE YOUR LOVE IS OUT THERE, MAYBE BEING PUNCHED BY SOME FUCKER! YOU'RE JUST SITTING HERE LIKE A LAZY PICE OF SHIT PSYCHOPATH NOT SHOWING EMOTIONS TOWARDS ANYONE! EVERYONE HAS HAD IT HARD IN THEIR LIVES, BUT AT LEAST VINCENT AND JEREMY IS TRYING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT NOT FOLLOWING THE SAME PATH!!¨ I screamed narrowing my eyes into his breathing heavily, daaamn I'm so fucking mad at this pice of fuck ¨SO GET YOUR DAMN LAZY UP FROM THAT FUCKING SOFA AND DO SOMETHING, FOR JEREMYS SAKE!¨ He looked down and I sighed, he stood up from the sofa one of his eyes black. Tears streaming down both of them, black tears. ¨S-sorry...¨ ¨Yeah you better be, asshole¨ I said, he smiled a little ¨Yeah I know.. But the proper sentence would be 'pice of fuck wort nothing' right?¨ ¨Mike.. I told you to get your lazy up from the sofa, not getting depressed and blaming yourself. So let's go now. I might have an idea of who could've taken him¨ Mikes eyes shined and he smiled ¨W-who?! We have to go now! Let's go kick some aaaaass!!!¨ Hell yeah.. He's back as Mike.. Phew..
{Vincent's POV}
... I sighed waiting for them outside in the car. ' SAYS THE ONE WHO KILLED KIDS!! ' ... Yeah.. What am I suppose to say.. I'm a killer and that's all.. Though.. I would never, fuck one of those disgusting creatures. I don't have time thinking about that now, hearing our and their fight from here is enough. 'At least Vincent and Jeremy is trying to do something about it!' No.. That's not true at all.. I'm not trying to do anything about it ¨Let's kick some aaaaaassss!!!¨ Mike shouted slamming the door open jumping into the car with Scott slightly after ¨Go Go Go!¨ ¨UH.. Where?¨ I questioned, what did he expect? Me reading minds? ¨Hey guys! Wait up!¨ Soaras voice!? She opened the front seat door beside me ¨What the hell are you doing here Soara?! It's fucking 10 in the morning!¨ I hissed ¨Oh hey, so this is who?¨ Scott asked, spectating her and then looking at me ¨Really Scott? Are you jealous?¨ I purred and Soara slammed the front door and opening Scotts and Mikes door ¨Oh my god! Are you Scott?! You're so cuuute! And you must be that dick he was talking about. Brother, kinda¨ I smirked as I looked at Mike he crossing his arms ¨Can we just go? Jeremy is in danger you know!¨ Mike groaned and Soara gasped ¨I'm so in! Jeremy is your Boyfriend right?¨ She asked sitting down beside me again closing the door ¨Yeah, so I'm kinda stressed. So if you could shut up your gay fangirling that would be.. Amazing¨ Mike said and Soara laughed ¨Oh my god, that is so Levi¨ Soara said as I started the car she holding in her fangirling over sitting in a car full of gay people {Scott: That's so Admin} She should hang out with Thomas and the others.. I sighed and Mike told me which way to go, lucky Simon that Mike hasn't already smashed his head into a wall.. Soara just just kept on babbling into Mike shouted ¨Shut up for fucks sake! Don't you do anything else than annoying people?!¨ Soara was looking at Mike who had this.. Mad look on his face ¨Be serious at least, it's my fucking boyfriend we're talking about. And we don't know where he is.. You don't know anything about his father.. Or how bad it could be.. So could you please shut your face?¨ Mike tried to ask politely, Soara nodded and looked down at her hands, it suddenly got this bad aura inside the car.
