Fleeing The Past || PURPLEPHONE

Home Alone.

"Well... If you guys are settled I better head back to watch Dan," Chris said. "And I'll watch over your house too, Scott. Remember to keep me updated. Anything you need, just call."

"Thanks again, Chris," said Scott. Vincent had gone off to explore the house but he suddenly ran back into the living room, clutching bundles of green paper.

"There's ten thousand dollars! In the bathroom!"

"Oh, is there?" Chris asked distractedly, nonplussed. He waved a hand dismissively, "My uncle did have a habit of leaving things around."

"Like ten thousand dollars?!" Vincent exclaimed.

Chris shrugged. "He used to hide it around for us to find on our birthdays. Okay, well, I'm off.  Have fun, you two. But not too much fun, okay? I have cameras in this place and if I find out you've been using my bed I will have you paying through your nose."

Vincent looked up from the money, but seemed incapable of coming up with a smart reply. "Alright. Bye."

With a final wave, Chris walked out the door.

"We should kill him," Vincent whispered to Scott as soon as he was out of earshot, "And take all his money. That bloke's got to be worth millions."

Scott snorted with laughter and shoved Vincent. "Ha. Ha. We're not killing him. I'm a convicted murderer as it is, thanks. Go put that money back in the bathroom."

"Okay," Vincent said, swiftly pocketing the money. "What?!" He asked after Scott gave him a reproachful look, "It's not like he's going to miss it."

Scott sighed, and flopped on the couch. "Fair enough."

Vincent grinned and leaned over him. "So... We've got this entire place to ourselves. What do you want to do? Jump on the beds? Trash the bathroom? See how much more money we can find? Break all the expensive stuff?"

Scott rolled his eyes, "We're being watched, remember?" He pointed up to the corner of the roof, where a small camera was sitting, red light blinking.

Vincent followed Scott's gaze and scowled. "What does he think we are, teenage kids? We don't need to be observed..."

"He probably can't turn them off," Scott suggested. "Stop being so hard on the kid. You have nothing to worry about."

"You don't even know what I'm worried about," Vincent said.

Scott locked eyes with Vincent. "I'm not falling in love with Chris, Vin."

Vincent hesitated, "You might not even know that you are."

"No," Scott said quietly, suddenly very aware of the heartbeat pounding in his ears, "because I'm already falling in love with somebody else."

Vincent paused, and then a small smile appeared on his face. He slowly leaned in to Scott, so that they were only a few centimetres away. A few, agonisingly large centimetres. "And who would that be?"

Scott leaned forwards a little bit as well, but not all the way, no matter how much he wanted to. "Guess," he whispered.

Vincent's smile widened and he leaned in the rest of the way. Their lips had barely brushed when,

"Forgot my keys!"

Vincent jerked away suddenly and glared at Chris, who was swinging his keys around his finger and looking very pleased with himself.

"Whups. Didn't mean to, uh, ruin your moment there. Please, do go on. Just pretend I'm not here..." Chris grinned.

Vincent let out an exasperated sigh. "I thought you were leaving."

"Alright, alright, I'm going..." Chris said, and took a few exaggerated steps towards the door.

Vincent growled slightly. "Chris, I swear, if you don't leave this instant..."

"Okay, I'm as good as gone." Chris walked out.

Vincent waited until he heard the door slam shut and then muttered all kinds of colourful adjectives. "You know," he said when he'd calmed down a bit, "I have a distinct feeling he was watching us on those cameras and just had to bust in..."

Scott didn't reply, his mind was whirling. 'Um, so, hold up a second. Since when did I decide to let Vincent kiss me?! I... I don't even like the guy! Not in that way...' His own mental voice sounded very unconvincing. He sighed and suddenly sat up, pushing Vincent away so he could stand. "Imma go pick out a bedroom. Be right back..."

In a strange, thoughtful stupor, Scott wandered off.