I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 11- Trouble

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(Mikes POV)

The small brunette and I stayed lying on that shagged carpeted floor for a while, my back was leaning against the wooden wall, and my head staying slightly tilted to the side a bit. I kept a hand of mine brushing through Jeremy's soft, but thick brown hair, staring at his face through the corner of my eye. He seemed to have fallen asleep in my lap quicker than I though. His eyes were softly shut and he looked more relaxed than before. I was slightly confused at this. He upset, but he seemed to have a lot more energy than he did before I woke up, and now he's knocked out cold. I shrugged it off and let out a deep sight as I softly twirl my finger in a strand of his silky hair. He nuzzled his face into my lower stomach, a small smile formed over his mouth. That made me smile as well for some reason. I don't really know why. I guess it's because he wasn't trying to murder me or something.

I suddenly flinched as I heard footsteps enter the room we were in, breaking my train of thought and the silence in this room. Well, besides the light breathing from Jeremy's figure beneath me. It was Vincent. He walked down the room with his hands behind his neck, re-tying his long, dark violet hair in a loose ponytail with a bright red hair tie. He let out a sigh and moved his bangs out of his eyes, walking right past us, not even bothering to look.

"Uh Vincent?" I asked awkwardly, in a voice slightly above a whisper. I tried not to disturb the one on top of me. He hummed softly in reply, not even glancing to look at us as he moved down to the back of the room. I turn my body around the corner to look toward him so I could see what he was doing, but feel Jeremy tighten his grip on my shirt. Not much, but enough to notice. I look back at him, then to Vincent, then back to him, letting out a sigh and return to my normal position, rubbing his back softly. "Jeremy fell asleep." I say, pointing to him as his body relaxed more. I hear Vincent voice snicker behind us, as he looked in our direction from the back of the room. I could only see about half of him, but he looked awfully tired. His eyes having bags under them, and he seemed a little...out of it.

I should probably be cautious around him...

He brushed the messy bangs out again and stretched his arm out. "Yeah, I'm not surprised. He might do that a lot for....I don't know. Couple days, maybe?" He shrugged, walking back past us and returning to the kitchen. "W-wait, what do you mean?" I call out quietly. Vincent didn't answer me. I pursed my lips, looking down at Jeremy. I'm sorry Jere, but I needed some more answers. Carefully, I gently placed my hands on his small wrists and pealed them off the side of my hips, pushing him away just enough to where I could get out of his grip, and then I quietly stood up. My hands moved down to my thigh and stomach as I dusted myself off. Slowly, I grabbed him back into my arms bridal style, just like before, and brought him onto the couch. As carefully as I could, I set him onto the sofa, glancing around for something to keep him comfortable. My eyes spotted a dark blue blanket on the floor beside the coffee table. I leaned down and grabbed it, covering him with it up to his chin. I waited a good few seconds before I tiptoed away and into the kitchen where Vincent was.

He was crouching on his knees, rummaging through cabinets underneath the stove for, what I think, some sort of pan for cooking. "Vincent" I say, a bit louder than before. He barely even takes a look at me, continuing to ignore me as he searched for the right sized pan. I glare at him and walk closer. "Vincent, come on! Stop acting like this!" I growl, clenching my palms into fists. He suddenly stops, turning his head towards me slowly. I tense up as his intense, pale eyes met my navy blue ones. He raised his eyebrows, he does not look amused, but somehow he looked as if he was ready to stab someone. I look away from him, feeling myself back up a little until my back hit the edge of the counter. He stands up straight, making himself look bigger in a way. Those eyes pierced the air, looking deadly frightening for some reason. I tried stuttering out what I was planning on saying until I felt his presence right in front of me.