Fleeing The Past || PURPLEPHONE

On The Run

Scott went up to his room to pack his stuff, and found Chris in his room.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, frowning.

"You forgot to make your bed," Chris pointed out. "I thought I'd do it for you..."

"Oh," Scott said. There was an awkward silence as he waited for Chris to leave, but he seemed intent on staying. Sighing, Scott decided to get to work, walking past Chris to gather the few things he'd brought with him.

"Wait, wait," Chris said. "Are you leaving?"

Scott hesitated and then turned around to face Chris, talking quietly. "Dan called the police last night and told them where I am. Vincent and I are going to find a new place to live..."

"That lying traitor..." Chris mumbled. "Well, you can use my Uncle's place!  He died a while back and left the place to me. I don't use it, though."

Scott grinned, "Really? Sweet! You sure it's okay?"

"Sure," Chris said. "Plus, I can keep an eye on Dan for you back here..."

"Great!" Scott said. "I'll finish packing up my stuff and then we can go tell Vincent the good news!"

-

"You what!?" Vincent exclaimed.

Scott shrugged, "He's going to help us out, Vincent. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone where we're hiding."

"Yeah, right." Vincent sighed, "I guess we need the help... I still have a bad feeling about this."

"You're just jealous because Chris has spent more time with me," Scott commented, grinning mischievously. "It's not that bad. Not everyone is out to get us, Vin."

"I'm not jealous!" Vincent lied, and then huffed, annoyed. "Fine. Go get Chris and let's go visit this house, alright?"

-

Chris parked the car outside a large house that looked more like a hotel than a residence.

"Wha- Chris, how much money does your family have?!" Scott gaped at the mansion through the window before hopping out. It was probably an inconsiderate and personal question, but Chris didn't seem to mind so terribly.

Chris grinned cockily and hopped out. "Enough."

"Yeah, enough to feed the nation," Vincent commented sourly.

"Well, if you don't appreciate it, Vincent, you could always go and live at the police station... I'm sure they have a nice room for you there. If you don't mind steel bars and concrete floors."

Vincent glared at Chris, who shrugged, his cocky expression never fading.

Scott chuckled, "Break it up, you two. C'mon, Vince, let's go inside and check it out." He turned around and walked in.

"Vince?" Chris pulled a face, "What is that, a pet name?"

"Snob," Vincent replied under his breath. "In surprised you have time for commoners like Scott."

"Better than a criminal," Chris returned. "At least I didn't disappear and leave him thinking you were dead."

"Snooty."

"Scum."

"Stuck-up."

"Grape."

"Ooohoho, you did not just go there, Mr. Pizza-Delivery Guy."

"Bring it, purple."

"Blonde-haired idiot."

"Long-haired, gender confused moron."

And they continued like that, muttering insults at each other, until Scott had to come back out and get them.

((Okay probably more purplephone shonen-Ai in the next few chapters, I promise. I just love the rivalry between these two. >_< ))