When my eyes fluttered open, Vincent's chest wasn't beneath my head anymore. He must be downstairs already. I was too lazy to get up, this bed was too good. But finally, I did get up. The first thing that I saw, was Vincent's wardrobe. I opened it and looked at his clothes.
I took a shirt of his and put that on instead of my tshirt that I wore to sleep. I did some poses in front of a mirror and laughed with myself. Then I got downstairs.
Vincent was preparing breakfast and his brother was watching some tv. But it seemed like he was asleep. And yes he was, because Vincent did a sign that I had to keep quiet.
Suddenly, when I walked into the kitchen, a dog jumped onto my legs. I just pat him on his head.
" What's its name? " I asked.
" His name is Snowy, our Australian Stepherd "
" He's beautiful " I kept patting him.
" We have another one, guess he is still in the garage "
" Why didn't I see them yesterday evening? "
" They were probably in the garage, sleeping or something " he put plates on the table.
" What's the other dog's name? " I got up and walked to the kitchen table.
" Jack, a Border Collie, he's pretty old, Snowy is much younger "
" That's so cute! Why didn't I know you had dogs? By the way, need any help? "
" Because you never asked, and that's no such thing I would say randomly. Oh, you could take the glasses, but before you do that, you'll have to come straight into my arms " he smiled, opening his arms.
" Okay " I smiled an let him put his arms around me.
" Your shirt smells like me " he whispered. I giggled.
When we let go I took the glasses and put them on the table too. Then Vincent wanted to wake up his brother, but I thought that wasn't the best idea.
" Let him sleep " I suggested.
" But he has to eat something, he won't eat if I don't say he has to "
" Can't he just eat when he wakes up by himself? "
" Okay "
" What happened that you woke up so early? " I asked while we went to sit around the kitchen table.
" I suddenly heard a scream from my bro's room. Nightmares "
" How old is he actually? "
" As old as you " he said. This shocked me kinda.
" Awchh... That must be horrible for him "
" That's my parent's fault. They're always fighting, throwing things at each other, threatening with knifes. It's terrible. And I just want to be there for him right now. He'll kill himself if I don't stay with him " he explained. That shocked me even more.
" Your parents really have to stop that! Why do they keep living with each other?! "
" They don't. My dad just shows up randomly and threatens my mum to take us with him, but she doesn't want that because she thinks my dad's extremely dangerous "
