Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Thirty Four//obstacles//

Mikes P.O.V
Vincent looks up at me in shock.
"Mike I..." He stops and puts his hands over his mouth, standing up he nods. "Yes! Yes yes yes." I smile and stand up I hug him and tight as I possibly can. He hugs me back.
"When's the wedding gonna be?!" He asks anxiously.
"Soon?" I shrug. "It doesn't have to be anything fancy. I don't want to spend too much money."
"Okay." He smiles.
"But if it makes you happy I'll spend as much money as you want me to." I wrap my arms around him and rub his back. 
"I...Um I can get a job somewhere." He says happily.
"I don't know if you're ready for a job." I chuckle. "Some places you have to be eighteen or older."
"Are you gonna tell your parents?" He asks randomly. I nod.
"Are you?"
"I guess I'll have to. Wanna come with me?" He asks somewhat nervously.
"Sure." I start walking towards the door.

(((((Time skip to Vincent's parents house))))

I open my door and Vincent and I walk up to the door. His father had a very big house.
"Um you ran away from your dad at 15 right?" I ask.
"Yeah...Just a few months ago." He nods and sighs, knocking on the door. It immediately swung open. Vincent jumped and I wrap my arm around him.
"It'll be okay." I whisper. He nods.
"Vincent? What the hell do you want?" He asks angrily.
"U-Uh...I...I need to tell you something dad..." Vincent bites his lip.
"Yeah make it fast." He growls.
"Um..." Vincent steps inside and I follow him.
"Well..."
"Just spit it out!" His dad hisses.
"I-I-I....M-Me and Mike are getting married." He stutters out quickly.
"Excuse me?" He takes a step towards him.
"I...I...I said...That M-M-Mike and I...Are getting married..." Vincent says slowly.
"Oh no you're not. Are you out of your mind?!" His dad yells. "You're a minor and he's an adult you can't be married! Plus there is no way you're marrying a male!"
"I...I c-can do what I want!!" Vincent screams.
"Fine then!" His dad slaps him across the face, really hard. "But don't expect me at the wedding."
My eyes widen as I hold Vincent tightly while he whimpers into my shoulder.
"It's okay..." I whisper and run out with him.
I place him down in the car and get in the passenger seat.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah.."
"Don't worry about him. Do whatever makes you happy." I smile and place my hand where his dad hit him.
"Thanks, Mike." He smiles and wraps his arms around my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his skinny waist and we hug for a while...