Yelling. That's all the little suburban house is known for, constantly there would be arguing and fighting coming from the house.
Young 5 year old Vincent, who is underneath a table in the corner of the room, hears it day and night.
"It's your fucking fault!" Vincent heard his father yell at his mother, hitting her.
"No it's not! We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for your sorry ass!" She yelled back at him.
Vincent was tired of all the fighting, it's all they would do nowadays. They used to be happy, they used to love each other, they used to love their family, they used to love Vincent too.
"Mommy! Daddy! Please! Stop!" The young 5 year old shouted, coming out from under the table.
What did he get in return? A sorry? An apology? A reassurance that they would stop fighting and that everything would be alright?
Nope. Instead he got a slap across his face, sending him back a few feet.
"You stay out of this you little bastard! Your one of the reasons this family is fucked up!" His father yelled.
"Oh so now our family is fucked up? Well whos fault is that!" His mother started to yell again.
Vincent let a few tears slip out, before leaving to his room.
He cried himself to sleep that night.
(Three years later)
The quiet sound of water hitting glass was heard in the background, although the background sound was soothing, the present problems and sound was anything but soothing.
Vincent opened the door, and walked inside of this depressing place he, unfortunately, was forced to called home. He had arrived early from school, due to the storm that was damaging the power lines, causing power outages everywhere.
Despite the storm, Vincent still had to walk home. Yup, he had to walk 5 miles home in a storm.
"Why the fuck are you home so early?" He heard a familiar voice say.
He turned to see his mother standing right there, "School doesn't end for another two hours kid!"
"There is a storm," Vincent said, "It's causing the power to go out, I was almost crushed by a power line walking home because you two were to busy to get your son!" He spat out.
What did that earn him? A slap.
"Don't you fucking speak to me like that!" She yelled.
"Punish him." He heard his father say as he walked into the room, "Let the little fucker get what he deserves." He said, grabbing Vincent by the collar of his shirt.
"Not again!" Vincent's mother yelled, stopping his father from dragging him to their room, "Don't you think that's too much?!"
"Oh and now suddenly you think you have a say in anything?!" He yelled back.
What Vincent had feared was actually happening, they were fighting, for the millionth time that day!
Vincent had enough, he wanted them to stop, but he was to small, to frail, to weak.
As soon as they stopped fighting, and Vincent's mother left, his father told him something, something he'll never forget.
"Fucking bitch. Vincent, do yourself a favor and don't get married, love doesn't exist."
(6 years later)
Vincent sat at his desk quietly, waiting for the teacher to start, well, teaching. It was his first day of high school, and he honestly couldn't care less.
He sighed, he put his head down on his desk. Everybody was either in groups, pairs, or waiting for somebody. Vincent was the only one that was alone.
He was used to it though, it's not like he had much friends. Everybody would either be scared of him, or pick on him for being purple.
He gave up hope of anybody ever wanting to be friends with him a while ago. And he knew he'd probably never marry anyone, he learned from his parents that love isn't real, love, if anything, dies.
Besides, who would wanna marry someone like him? He thought.
"Hey!" He suddenly heard somebody say. He lifted his head towards the noise, wondering who said that.
He turned to see a black haired boy, who sat right besides the purple man.
"Oh, hi." Vincent said, with no enthusiasm what-so-ever.
"I'm Scott. What's your name?" The boy asked.
"I'm.." He looked around the room a bit, "...Vincent."
Scott laughed lightly, "Are you shy or what?"
Vincent shook his head, "No, just...not used to anybody paying attention to me."
Scott frowned slightly, "Well, you gotta have somebody that pays attention to you!"
Vincent sighed, "I don't have any friends..."
Scott thought for a moment, "What about family? Your parents?"
He didn't like to speak about it, although he still said, "My parents don't really.." He paused for a bit, "...like me."
The phone boy was a little saddened by the purple man's words, but didn't show it.
"Well, I could hang out with you! I got no friends either...I just moved here from Australia!"
(My stories take place in Nashville Tennessee.)
(Two years later)
It's been some years, and Vincent and Scott are still friends. They've actually grown close to each other.
Scott, who is too chicken to say anything, has grown to like Vincent...more than a friend.
Vincent has felt this way too, but because of his parents, he always brushed it off, because like his father said, "love doesn't exist."
Scott had always been to scared of rejection, so he didn't show his feelings.
That's why the day that Scott couldn't resist, and smacked his lips onto Vincent's, it came to him as a surprise.
But not as much of a surprise as the fact that Vincent kissed back.
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I could have done better tbh.
I really could have.
But I'm happy to have two one shots out in one day.
Yay.
~Fox
