Gruesome Nights (PGxPG)

Chapter 2

Vincent blinked, looking at the sleepy man in front of him. "Really?" He chuckled, "You know, I was just joking, Scotty."

Scott nodded and held his head up with the palm of his hand. Maybe, if his thoughts were not diluted with his exhaustion Scott would of said no. But that was something to think about later. Scott did not care where he slept or how, just as long as he did.

"I'll-. . . Get my keys, then," Purple Guy muttered, pushing himself up and out of the chair. Scott pulled his worn navy blue coat off of the coat rack. Vincent was the first to head out of the poorly-lit room, Scott followed; locking the wooden door behind the two of them.

"It's cold outside, Vince," Scott punctuated his sentence with a yawn, "You're an idiot for not bothering to bring your coat." Phone Guy pushed open the door, letting the bitter autumn air fill the pizzeria. Vincent's skin was pricked with goose bumps.

"It's late out, Scott," Vincent said, mocking the other's previous tone. "And you're the idiot for not sleeping well." Scott rolled his eyes in response and Vincent slid into the front seat of his car.

Surprisingly, it hasn't broken down yet. Vincent's car, was all beat-up. There was papers and trash on the floor. Along with some cigarettes on the passenger's seat. Scott pushed the cigarettes into the cup holder and sat. "You live close by, right?" He asked, adjusting the seat.

"Mhm," Vincent started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Too close, if you ask me." He mumbled, rolling down the window to light a cigarette. "I swear I can hear all of those loud-ass children from the comfort of my own home."

Scott laughed. The children during the day were so rowdy. Breaking things, screaming, crying, the whole nine yards. Scott never understood how they could be so well-behaved until they stepped foot in to Freddy's. It was mind boggling.

Vincent pulled into a parking lot full of other cars. He turned off the car and stepped back out into the cold. A shabby apartment building stood in front of the pair. "We're here," Vincent slammed the door to the car shut and headed towards the door. There must be at least ten other families crammed into the building.

Scott followed in silence as they headed up two flights of stairs. He opened up the metal apartment door and flicked on the light. It was no surprise to Scott that in here, was a mess too. The television was still on, playing static, papers and empty liquor bottles were on the counters and tables. An overfilled ashtray was on the coffee table facing the navy couch. Vincent cleared off the heap of clothes on the couch and sat down.

"You can sleep wherever," He said, "My bed is down that hall," Vincent laughed, winking.

Even in the exhausted state Scott was in, he would refuse the bed. "I'll take the couch." He sat down on the other end of the couch and looked around the apartment. Scott was not sure what he expected to be Vincent's home, but, it certainly wasn't this.

"Are you hungry?" Vincent asked after a long pause of silence. "I have some leftover take out in the fridge if you want that." He loosened the black tie around his neck. It felt like it was choking him. Scott shook his head.

"I really just want to sleep, Vince." Scott admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "No funny stuff?" Vincent questioned, for clarity. Scott nodded in response.

There was no reply from Vincent. He opened up the fridge and pulled out the white cardboard box full of old uneaten food. Vincent pulled a fork out of the sink and ate, staring at Scott from across the room.

"You really sure you don't want any?"

Scott sighed, "I'm sure. God knows how long that's been in the fridge... I can't see how you can eat that." Scott mumbled through the last part and laid on his back. He pulled off the phone mask and fixed his dark hair.

For one of the first times in a long time, Vincent saw Scott's real face. His red glasses, green eyes, and pale complexion graced with a few scarcely placed freckles. He caught himself staring for once and felt his cheeks heat up a bit.

"You don't just have to sleep.~" Vincent cooed, wiping some sauce off of his stubbly face. Scott sat up a bit and shot Vincent a look.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Vincent." Scott stated for what seemed like the millionth time. He never really had much of those feelings, anyway. Vincent, on the other hand, seemed to be full of them. From sexual innuendos to sexual actions, it was hard to miss. A part of Scott's mind wondered how many people had actually been in bed with the Purple Male. He quickly shoved that thought aside.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Whatever, that's your loss." He then winked. "I really just want to sleep-" Phone Guy protested, again. "You were the one who told me I could come here to. And, frankly, that's what I plan on doing." The last part was a bit too sassy, but, oh well.

Scott rolled over on to his side and pulled a blanket down from on top of the old couch before cuddling up.

"Okay, okay. I get it, Scotty. Sleep well.~" Vincent sung, throwing the empty box out. "Don't let the bed bugs bite," Vincent laughed to himself quietly. Finally he hed his room and stripped himself of both his shirt and his pants before plunging into bed.

As he drifted off into sleep, Vincent already felt that tomorrow would be a long day.

Author's Note, again!!

Sorry for a delayed update, y'all. What a great start to my first book. 😂 Updates should be coming out more regularly and more often now.