how could i not fall for you? - discontinued.

chapter four.

✨no POV✨

before clay closed the door, vincent spoke up.
"clay?"

"hmm?" clay hummed.

"aren't you gonna change into, you know, actual clothes?" vincent asked.

"actually, nah. i'm too lazy and my pjs are comfy anyways. didn't you say you brought some fluffy socks?"

"yeah? why do you ask now?"

"i'm wearing mine. come wear pjs with me. besides, i'm assuming you're pretty tired after your flight."

oddly enough, clay was right. vincent was tired after his flight, since not only being in a different country with a different timezone messed up his internal clock, but just the fact that the plane left at 10am made him have to go to sleep way earlier than normal.

vincent had just planned to stay awake until clay went to sleep, but after seeing him sleep until 3 in the afternoon, he was fairly confident that he was going to be up for a while. not only that, but a nap did sound pretty nice at the moment.

"i am actually pretty tired. and a nap does sound nice right now." vincent replied.

"so?"

"you know what, why the hell not?" vincent said.
"alrighty then. see you in the kitchen." clay stated, closing the door behind him.

"alrighty then," vincent spoke out loud.

kneeling down to unzip his suitcase, he changed into a pair of pajama pants and a white, cotton shirt. he didn't mind wearing pjs to sleep, unlike most men who wore just boxers. vincent preferred to be warm over somewhat cold, which was something both him and clay had in common. the two were the kind of people to drag a blanket with them everywhere they went in their house, hating being slightly cold.

slipping on his fluffy socks and sliding out of his room, vincent entered the kitchen to see clay with a box of kraft mac and cheese in hand, heading over to the island.

"that was quick," he said.

"i don't think it takes that long to change into a pair of pajama pants and a shirt," vincent replied.

"if you say so. anyways, you wanna help or you gonna stand there?"

"i'll help. after all, i offered to just a few minutes ago."

"i know, i know. just checking. get a pot. it's in the drawer underneath the stove,"clay said, making his way towards one of the cupboards to grab a measuring cup.

vincent kneeled down to grab a pot, clay glancing at him for a moment before walking to the fridge to get water.

"how much water does the box say we need?" clay asked, already knowing the answer.

"uhh... it doesn't say. am i dumb or does it not say?" vincent replied.

clay walked next to vincent, using his free hand to poke his cheek.

"you aren't dumb frenchie. it doesn't matter how much water you use. you drain it anyways. have you never made mac and cheese before?"