I opened my eyes for the second time, this time, much calmer, I felt a bit more at ease. Then I remembered the arms coiled around me. I jumped backwards, falling off the bed and tumbling into the floor, bringing most the covers down with me since I had been bundled up in them. I hit my head on the bedside table and crashed to the floor. "Aaughh..." I groaned, putting my hand on my head. "Are you okay, love?" I heard Vincecho ask before my eyes adjusted to see him peering over the side of the bed, looking at me with a concerned look on his face. "Dang it, that hurt..." I winced, pulling my hand away from my head. It was probably bruised. He stepped over me quickly before sweeping me up in his arms bridal style. I growled under my breath. He was practically the entire reason this craziness had happened... He looked down at me with sad eyes as his normally crooked smile contorted into a frown. "Sorry." I scowled under my breath. He was still wearing what I'd call pyjamas. "Did I wake you up?" I asked, looking away from him and he carried me down the stairs and into the living room, past the aquarium, and laid me down on his couch carefully. "No, I've been up, love. I'm dreadfully sorry, did I startle you?" he said, his words quick, panicked. "Yeah, but I'm....I'm fine," I said, sitting up against the back of the couch. "Sorry, love." He said again, relief in his voice as he slipped himself down on the couch next to me. "Would you like some lunch?" he asked, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. A reality t.v. show, or maybe it was just live television, of everything to do with Remmi's life. He left it on that channel. I went with it. "Wait...lunch? What time is it?" I questioned him, "About 1:30." He responded with a shrug. "Good gracious, how long have you been up?" I asked him another question. "Umm....probably around four hours. I woke up about nine-ish," he responded in another bit of a confused tone. "And you didn't move from the bed for all that time?" I asked. "No." he responded quite simply. "Why not!?" I nearly squealed, turning to look at him. "I didn't want to wake you, plus you were so perfectly folded into my grasp. I knew you wouldn't allow me to hold you normally so I just sat there with you in my arms." he smiled, closing his eyes like he was imagining it all over again. I sighed, facepalming myself softly as I turned to look back at the television screen. It was everything to do with Remmi's life. She was being interviewed by the cops as to where I had gone. She doesn't know. They tell her the report of the last time I was seen. A tall purple male had kidnapped me. Dandy.
"Turn it off," I say sternly. He looks at me with this concerned glare before turning the television off. "You alright, love?" he asks, I nod in a sullen sort of way and he pulls his arm around me, holding me close. "Vincecho, I don't understand why I'm here, or what I'm supposed to do...." I mutter, "but I don't feel like leaving." he chuckles in response to my statement. "Who would? It's literally a dream world here." I can hear the smile in his voice. "No, I mean, I don't feel like leaving this house," I mumbled, he shifts slightly to look at me better. "I don't feel like leaving you," I admitted. It felt nice to get it off my chest, and it was only now that I realized it was true. What I had just said wasn't a lie, and it wasn't sugarcoated. That didn't mean I wanted to be in some sort of romantic relationship with him or have kids or anything crazy like that. I think I'm too young to think about that sort of thing anyhow, but I do want to stay here. With him. He treats me better than anyone I've ever known. He treats me like I mean the world to him. I probably do. I turn and look at him. At first, he looks a little concerned, then he looks sad. I frown. But then he gives me that smile. That crooked smile that I love like no other. I lean my head on his shoulder. "Thank you," he says finally. "For what?" I inquire. "For everything," he replies. "Oh, shut up. I should be thanking you." I said jokingly. That was the end of the conversation. The silence grew, and the sun was just beginning to drift away from the horizon. "What'll we do today?" I asked, killing the silence that I hated ever so much. "I'm not sure. I don't want to act like I'm on the run. I just want to live. Like a normal person. With you." he says. "Yeah, because we're such normal people." I snort, then I pause, "...me too." I finally say. I don't want to feel like the fate of this world- his world- is in my hands. I just want to be here. "There's too much to do," he whispers. I nod. "Naps are an option. This couch is a miracle worker when it comes to naps." he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. "Got any movies?" I question him. "Maybe." he says, getting up and searching the black cabinet under his large television screen. "What movie are you looking to watch?" he asked, turning slightly, looking at me from over his shoulder. "Anything's fine." I mutter, he nods. "I got a good one." He smirks. "How about 'Beauty and the Beast'?" he asks with a grin. I snicker. "Good gracious, why not?" I laugh out. He snaps his fingers and all in one movement, he's next to me and the movie is starting. "You want popcorn or anything?" he asked, not very seriously. I shook my head. He moved his hand in a weird way, moving each finger in a specific pattern and a large fluffy blanket fell over me. He messed with his hand a little more, watching me carefully. I drifted up off the couch and the blankets pulled around me into a comfy little cocoon. He sat me back down. "Comfy?" he questioned me with a grin. I nodded with this stupid giddy smile. "Good."
I fell asleep about halfway through the movie. But it didn't matter because Vincecho fell asleep not even twenty minutes in. I love it here. I love it so much.
(A:n GUYS I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER I HAVE BEEN WRITING LITTLE BITS AND PIECES ALL OVER THE WEEK SO THE CHAPTER IS A LITTLE FUNKY BUT I TRIED AND I'M SORRY BUT REMEMBER I LOVE ALL OF YOU FANTABULOUS READERS SO MUCH AND YOU ARE ALL FANTASTIC AND DON'T FORGET THAT! Srsly though. Remember that Vincecho and I love yooouuuuu!!! Miaou.
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Eldritch [the original]
RandomTHIS STORY WAS DROPPED. May never be rewritten. Things have changed. el·dritch: A word that describes something or someone who is unworldly, often being weird, sinister, ghostly or uncanny. That was the exact word anyone would use to describe Vince...