This is dedicated to Badtimedude
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Vincent and I were walking home after we finished up work. We both worked in a cafe down the street and had the same shift. Vincent had been my friend since the beginning if middle school, and I was glad to ha e him by my side. Lately though, he's been acting kinda strange, not that it was bad, it just worried me.
"Hey Vincent, has something been bothering you lately?" I asked as I fiddled with my thumbs a bit. I don't know why, but I feel a wave of awkwardness wash over. "There has been something that's been bothering me.. but it's not important right now." He replied after a long silence.
I looked up at him to see him just staring ahead and very deep in thought. I stared at his facial features a bit before a blush crept it's way to my face. Vincent was always very handsome in his own way, I likes that about him. Alot.
Vincent looked at me out of confusion before tilting his head a bit. I jumped a bit and looked away as I blushed 50 shades of red. "The real question is, are you ok?" I could hear him ask from behind my head. I nodded my head rapidly in attempt to cool my burning face down.
~~~~Vincent's POV~~~~
(Y/N) looked away from me after staring, and it was the most adorable thing ever. I smiled when she nodded her head rapidly at my question. I couldn't help but chuckle silently before looking back ahead, to think about Him...
☆Flashback☆
I was setting plates of sweets on my tray for a group of teens that had come in earlier. (Y/n) and I were having a conversation on the latest horror show we've been watching. I couldn't help but smile at her, she was insanely adorable. It's too bad I'm far to nervous to tell her how I really feel.
(Y/n) went to go serve one of the mode recent customers that came in as I went to give the teens their treats. After setting it on the table I look over to see an older man striking up a conversation with (Y/n). I was ready to snap, pull out a knife, and slit his throat open. It would be nice to see his blood all over the floor, as long as it meant to keep him away from (y/n).
♤End of Flashback♤
I would need to find out who that man is soon. I should never had let (y/n) get that job... sighing at the thought of that man and running my hand through my rough short black hair, I looked back at (y/n). She was doing what she always did, fiddle her thumbs. It was a habit she picked up over the years when she got nervous.
"I need to tell her how I feel..."I thought to myself as I stared at her. My eyes slowly traveled down to her lips, her soft pink lips. I can't even begin to imagine them against mine, colliding with brute force. I liked my lips slightly at the thought as some blood rushed to my face.
~~(Y/n)'s POV~~
"Vincent.. can you tell me what's wrong?" I stopped fiddling my thumbs in attempt to stop being nervous, it didn't work. "W-well I... I want to kiss you.."he said in such a soft voice that was hard to pick up, but I heard him. My face became a tomato as I replied, "W-what?" I was at a loss for words.
He started saying words that I couldn't comprehend, all I could think about was what he had just said. I looked down and gulped before a smile crept to my face. "I want to kiss you too...."I said under my breath before grabbing him by his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.
After a few seconds he slowly melted into the kiss and we stood like that for about a minute or two to break away for air. Our heavy breaths were all that could be heard in the silence of the night. "So... does this mean.. I can take you on date this date Saturday?" Vincent asked silently with bright red cheeks.
