You Are My Sunshine.

I Don't Know.

Vincent's P.O.V.

I don't know what happened. He seemed pretty cool Saturday, yet here it is Wednesday, and Scott hasn't been to works since. It worried not only the part of me that was his friend, but also the part of me who wanted to be more than friends.It was true that he had called Scott about 3 times an hour,but no answer, and the pizzeria got no messages from him.I knew where he lived, but I wanted to wait. I didn't want to go bursting into his house over nothing. But when 8:00 came on Wednesday, I went right to his house. The snow was heavy, and it was seeping in through my sneakers, but that didn't stop me. I needed to see my Scott.

His house was dark. There were no lights on. Nothing to indicate that anyone lived there, except for the car parked outside. I went and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Louder. Still nothing. I started hammering on the door as though my life depended on it opening. a familiar face opened the door. Scott, but he didn't look exactly like he did when I last saw him. He looked like he had been through hell, purgatory, heaven, back, and repeat. When I saw him, I hugged him.

"Vincent what the hell are you doing here?" His voice was tired. Like he hadn't slept in days. I broke from the hug to examine him. Something was definitely going on.

"What happened?" I know it was straight forward, I know it was a little rude, but I didn't know that it was so insensitive that he would start crying. But there he was, crying into my shoulder.I rubbed his back the way my mom did. And brought him into the house.I sat him down at his kitchen table, and even though it wasn't my house, I started to make tea. Though I didn't know what happened. I knew that he was down.

I came back in with to large mugs of green tea, I hoped it wouldn't remind him of whatever happened. I placed his mug in front of him, and sat down. "Scott. What happened?" I didn't want to be butting in, I just wanted to help.

Scott seemed to be comforted by the fact that I cared. He said just one word, that made me get the basics of what happened. "Kathlin." This made him cry even harder, I placed my hand on his back, rubbing it in a circular motion. This seemed to calm him down.

" What did that little prick do." MY voice was gravely. I could tell he was trying to decide how much to tel me, if he could even trust me.

"She........ She cheated on me." I could tell that it hurt him to say it. This made me even more mad at her. But I now knew what I was going to do on my weekend. Go find this bitch, and kill her. No one hurts my Scott, and gets away with it.

"Is There anything I can do for you?" My voice was softer when I spoke to him. He just shook his head. I knew that I had to comfort him some more, but I was new to this whole thing. So I did the only thing that made sense. I hugged him. Though this was the second time I've ever done this, it felt like I've done it every day. It felt right.

Scott's P.O.V.

I felt like a knife was stabbing my throat when I told Vincent what happened. Usually his presence would make me feel uncomfortable, but this made me feel calmer. Like nothing was wrong, I even stated to wonder why I was crying. But than he asked me what if there was anything he could do, I shook my head. I didn't want him to get involved...... 'Wait. Why am I feeling so protective of him?' Before I could even get my head around these sudden protective thoughts, I was being pulled into a hug. I didn't even think. I hugged him back. I felt warm, comfortable. It was like my old feelings couldn't get to me, when I was clinging on to this man. I was feeling surprising happy while breathing in a strong sent of grapes. I didn't know how long we were like this, But I did pull away when I heard foot steps down the stairs. Penney.