3rd pov:
Jfk was being stupid and danced in the rain then he got pneumonia. Van Gogh was worried because when he was "sick" Jfk stayed with him the whole time. He volunteered to bring Jfk the homework and made actual soup. It was tomato soup and grilled cheese. He when to his house and knocked. One of Jfk's parents opened the door. They looked down at the boy and immediately knew he was gay.
Van Gogh's pov:
When his parents opened the door, I wasn't quite expecting to see two dad's. For some reason, they looked really exited. One of them asked If I was Jfk's boyfriend, I froze and I think I was blushing at this point. The same one asked "well are you?". I shook my head no, he looked disappointed and showed me to Jfk's room. I knocked and I only got a grunt. I assumed that meant I could come in. It took me a minute but I finally opened the door. He looked angry and turned while saying "what do yo- oh er-uh thought you was my dad". That scared me and I started shaking.
Jfk's pov:
I accidentally yelled at Vincent. He looked really scared, and was shaking bad. I tried to calm him down a bit and apologized to him. He said that he was ok. I asked him if he was sure cause he was still shaking. I didn't know what to do.
Van Gogh's pov:
He looked really apologetic and I forgave him but I guess I was still shaking because he kept asking. I told him I'm fine every time, but he cared. It made me happy, no one ever cared. The only time anyone said hi was after the Gandhi thing. I smiled and promised that I was ok. Jfk finally calmed down. I asked Jfk what he wanted to do. I don't know why but he looked away and said I could call him John. I think he was still sick because his face was red. I asked.... John if he was ok he said he was good and started talking about random stuff until it was late. When I checked the time it was 2am. I said that I should leave now and grabbed my stuff. He said to stay. I said no, but he pushed it. I started to open the door to leave. But he shocked me. He said, "you know what happens to cute people when they go out late!" "Did- did you just call me cute?" I asked probably blushing bright red. John stopped for a moment, blushed and just said yeah. I just stood there until he told me he meant what he said. I shook my head, and he just said "Er-uh yeah you is cute tiny man!"
Jfk's pov:
I didn't know what I was saying at that point. He looked confused and was so red. I didn't know how to stop at this point. I was just rambling and my face got hot. He shushed me and just told me I was making it worse. He said he's never been complemented before and didn't know how to take it. I sat for a minute before patting his head and told him to lay down next to me. He did what I asked. I turned off the lights and made small talk.
Van Gogh's pov:
I was really embarrassed, but when he told me the sun was bright outside at 2:30 am. I knew it would be as good of a time as ever. I asked John if he really thought I was cute. He looked away and told me he did. I asked why, probably blushing. he said "Well you act so cute. Er-um your so small and your good at art." He kept complimenting me and I probably looked like a tomato, he also looked like a tomato. I asked him to stop, I was so confused about the amount of complements I had received. I started crying because I had never gotten any compliments besides my art. I don't know if I was happy, sad, or a mix of both. He held me and I feel asleep. When I woke up in the morning we were cuddling. I didn't stop, I was too tired I just stayed there. When he woke up we sat there till his alarm went off. I went home and got ready for school I was hoping to see him at lunch. I couldn't wait.
