Fleeing The Past || PURPLEPHONE

Awkwardness.

Scott wandered upstairs, Vincent trailing behind him. He found his way to his room and turned around, smiling. "Night, Vin."

"Goodnight, Scott," Vincent smiled back.

Scott stood at the entrance to his room, suddenly feeling tension rise in him. This could be his chance to make a move. He felt a sudden surge of excitement and nervousness.

Just do it.

But it was so hard to will his body forwards. It was as if he was suddenly made of stone, his brain screaming at him to move but his body refusing to do as he asked. Vincent didn't move, just stayed there, smiling patiently, and gazing at Scott, almost seeming to expect what was coming.

Agh, will he stop looking at me like that? Scott thought, even though he wasn't exactly sure what 'that' was. All he knew was, just like before in Chris's room, he was too shy to do it. Come /on/, Scott, you're going to miss your chance!

Vincent cleared his throat, "Right. Well... I'm going to bed..." he started past Scott towards his own bedroom.

"W-Wait, Vincent!" Scott shouted.

Vincent grinned to himself (I knew he'd do it) silently before turning around to face Scott with a slightly surprised expression on his face, all traces of that grin gone. "What is it?"

Agh! I didn't think this far! Scott blinked once, twice, and blushed a little. "I- Uh- I- It- Um- I-I'm going to use the shower."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "And you thought you'd let me know?"

"Yeah," Scott blushed a little more, "I- Um- Just- G-Goodnight." He turned around to go into his bedroom.

"Oh, come on, you're not just going to leave me hanging," Vincent muttered, and rushed forward to hug Scott from behind.

Scott relaxed into the hug and turned around in Vincent's grip so he was facing front, winding his arms around him. He nestled into him.

Vincent hugged him back for a bit, and then let go. "Alright. 'Night, Scott."

"Vincent?"

Vincent paused, "Yeah, Scott?"

"Do you remember what your last words to me were? Back at Fazbear's?"

Vincent smiled slightly, "I love you, Scott."

Scott smiled back. "I love you, too."

Vincent chuckled softly and pulled Scott closer to him.

Scott stared up at him, his heart pounding in his ears.

Vincent leaned in, and Scott leaned forward to meet him, closing his eyes as their lips collided.

Wow.

Scott melted away into Vincent's kiss, a warm heat burning in his chest and sparks flying in his brain. It was perfect. It was electrifying. It was everything he wanted. It didn't last long enough. Vincent soon pulled away, but the feeling stayed, buzzing through Scott's body.

"Goodnight, Scott," Vincent said again.

"Goodnight," Scott breathed, and Vincent let go of him, winked, and went to his own bedroom.

Scott stumbled into his room, closed the door behind him, and flopped back onto the bed, sighing, love surging through his veins. He smiled.

Things are looking up.

(( Sorry, Scott. ))

(( Wait. Publishing this chapter will completely screw up the awesome idea I have.

But

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