Something About Him {Vincent x Phone Guy}

Tears, Rain, and no more Pain {Chapter 15}

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3rd P.O.V

Vincent woke up, beginning his day with a stretch and yawn, he glanced beside him and saw Desmond, sleeping soundly, making Vincent smile. That was probably his first time in forever that he had slept well, Vincent silently got out of bed, beginning to make breakfast, today was going to be a great day for Vincent, for he was going to see Scott for the first time for what felt like forever. He still remembered his appearance and voice vividly, but he just missed his presence.

Meanwhile Scott was drinking coffee on his couch, he was still trying to process what happened with Fritz, and why he had done that. He tried to shake it off with coffee but it wasn't working, he then gasped, he had totally forgot about the festival! In a panic he scrambled up onto his feet and dashed into his room, trying to find some nice and clean clothes. (He hadn't done the laundry for awhile.) He grabbed his cleanest blue jeans, black socks, a white t-shirt and a yellow plaid jacket, keeping it unzipped to show off the t-shirt, he brushed his hair and brushed his teeth, he looked into the mirror, he was quite proud of his fashion, but in the mirror he could see his alarm clock (He has a mirror in his room ok?) and he didn't realize how early it was. All that panic over nothing. Scott just smiled into the mirror though, the thought of seeing Vincent again made him feel happier. But why does Scott care? He doesn't even like Vincent, he slapped his face at the thought, thinking in his head I shouldn't be thinking about Vincent like that! We're just friends now!

Vincent heard the tiny pitter patter of feet, he saw Desmond enter the kitchen, he was wearing a green t-shirt and blue jeans with white socks, his hair was combed and his hairstyle looked a bit like Jeremy's. Desmond then pulled Vincent down to his level and tugged on his pony tail, making Vincent yelp in pain.

"You should brush this daddy," Desmond says. "Or better yet cut it off."
"I thought you liked my hair." Vincent whimpered like he was a child, there was a hint of anger in his voice.
"I'm just kidding please don't get mad!" Desmond shouts, placing his hands up for defence, like Vincent would ever hit him. "But you should at least brush it, you need to make an effort to look nice."

Vincent stood up and Desmond brought back the brush. I'll do this for Scott, Vincent thought, he sat down on the tile floor in the kitchen as Desmond took off the hair tie, it all just spread out, he could pretend to be a girl if he wanted to. (You would just have to remove the stubble and the man-looking face.) Desmond placed the brush in his hair, sliding down slowly and gently, there were barely any knots, that is, until you got to the bottom. It pulled and yanked, Vincent groaned in pain but with a hint of pleasure, he didn't mind pain, it was nicer if it was coming from Scott but pain is pain, you get what you get, Vincent's mind was wandering off again, he shouldn't be thinking about Scott like that anymore! He ruined his chance! The best he could do was form a friendship.

It took about half an hour but soon Vincent's hair was knot free! Desmond tied his hair back up into a pony tail, then handing Vincent a hand mirror, Vincent took it and looked at the ponytail, looking so smooth and silky.

"Good job Desmond!" Vincent exclaims, turning around and ruffling Desmond's hair, making him giggle.
"It was nothing, I like playing with daddy's hair!" He smiles.

They were both smiling and both so happy, but that's when Vincent's pony tail poofed into a tangly, knotted ponytail, they both sighed.

"Well, you tried."

Hours passed, and Scott had been staring at the clock the whole time, he remembered Vincent telling him about someone he wanted him to meet, who could it be? Could it be his replacement? Or someone helping Vincent to kidnap him?! The thoughts were getting more and more darker, Scott shook his head, he couldn't think like that, he just couldn't! The time had finally came, he locked his door and got into his car, he sat there for a moment, he felt nervous. He didn't know why, he couldn't have gotten his heart broken anymore, so why did he feel this way? He began driving to the main round-a-bout, where people were already gathering, Scott parked his car miles away from where the festival was being held and began to walk from there. When he reached the festival he then noticed how packed it was, people were everywhere, every age, every size and shape, but there was only 1 purple-skinned freak.