Fleeing The Past || PURPLEPHONE

Chris's Room.

((I haven't updated in almost a full day! The horror! Well, I've written an extra long chapter to make up for it... ))

After Scott had finished his meal, he grabbed his plate and took it downstairs, into the kitchen. He dumped it in the sink; he might as well clean it up after dinner.

He idly wondered where Vincent was. Probably in Chris's room. Oh, yeah, wasn't there something Vincent had wanted to show him in Chris's room? He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs again, stopping at the landing. Which one was Chris's, again...?

He looked around a bit, and then spotted a small blue door with 'C H R I Z' on it, looking like it had been painted by a three-year-old. It probably had been. He walked over to it and opened the door. Vincent was sitting on the end of the bed. He looked up and grinned at him. "Hey, come have a look at this!"

Scott walked over and sat beside him. On the TV flashed a little purple dragon.

~SPYRO~

Scott blinked, "Spyro?"

Vincent nodded eagerly. "It's a brand new game. It only came out two days ago. Oh, and guess what?" He pointed slightly below the TV.

Scott gaped, "No way! A Dreamcast? Those things are better than Playstations!"

"Yeah, I know," Vincent grinned. "Also, they're only out in Japan... he must have flown over and bought one, then smuggled - more like, bribed - it through customs."

"That's insane!" Scott breathed.

"I'm playing first," Vincent said. "We can take turns."

Scott nodded and watched as the little purple dragon scampered across the screen. As he half-watched Vincent, his thoughts wandered off...

You know, if you just told him... it'd make things much easier...

Just...

Three little words...

No big deal, right?

Once you get over that initial nervousness... I'm sure.... it'd be much better...

How hard can it be?

"Vincent?" Scott asked, so quietly that Vincent didn't hear. "Vincent?!" He repeated, much louder than he'd intended, so he was almost shouting.

Vincent jumped and turned to look at him, "Ow. My ears. What's wrong?"

Scott froze.

ohmygawdohmygawdohmygawdohmygawd he's sitting right there and ohmygawd I can't speak what happened I'm tongue tied I can't force a single word out and this is a very very very bad idea.

"You're sitting too close to me!" He snapped angrily, and abruptly turned the other way so Vincent couldn't see him cringe.

Niiiiice one. Soooo smooth.

Vincent chuckled and shuffled over, putting some distance between them. He passed Scott the remote. "It's your turn, anyway."

Scott grabbed the remote, not meeting Vincent's eyes, and pushed at the controls. He looked at Vincent out of the corner of his eye, not really paying attention to the game.

Why didn't I say it...?

Why couldn't I say it...?

It was like I froze up...

Should I take that as a sign?

Maybe it's just not meant to be?

"Scott, I know I'm very attractive, but while you've been staring at me, you've been running into the same wall for about five minutes."