Don't get me wrong
Crisp, clean, white sheets lay roughly over a fairly naked young man his feet poking out from the bottom of the bed sheets, any image of this would look like the boy had, had a very rough intimate encounter last night, but boy are you wrong. Vincent suffered from insomnia, which hear means can’t sleep well or can’t sleep at all. But the nights he could sleep, often involved a lot of wriggling or getting too hot at night, causing him to kick the covers around to keep cool. The boy had begun to wake up and rolled over on to his stomach and then his back again, but this time a bit too far and landed with a thud onto the floor next to the bed. ”Argh.” The boy let out a heavy, husky groan, his French accent made it sound super weird. There was a knock at his door followed by his brother’s voice. ”Vincent are you ok?” Vincent jumped up and shook his head before staggering to his door and opening it quickly. ”Ugh, yeah, sorry I fell out of bed again.” His brother gave him a worried look. ”Ok chicken.” His brother walked off and Vincent walked back to his bed and felt his hair, it was still damp. Vincent grumbled slightly he hated his hair, but it’s what made him, him.
Vincent had, had a shower at three in the morning, when he was first awake, saved him time in the morning to have a decent breakfast for once. Admittedly his hair did take forever to dry. Vincent pulled on a clean pair of boxers and a clean pair of knee high socks, which were located in his bed side table. Vincent walked over to his wardrobe and pulled on a pair of grey wash super skinny jeans and a white v-neck top, and his black waist coat, before walking to his bathroom. Vincent sat on the edge of the bath and stared at his reflection in the mirror. ”I’m so ugly.” He mumbled softly to himself before standing up and walking over the basin, turning the cold tap on. He grabbed his tooth brush and held it under the water before placing his toothpaste on the brush and began brushing his teeth once his teeth had been thoroughly brush he added hot water to the cold and created a nice warm temperature and started washing his face. The water was refreshing against his tired skin and he began to feel slightly more awake.
Once his face had been washed he heard his mother going down stairs to make breakfast and with smile on his face he began to finish off drying his hair before fluffing up slightly with a back brushing comb. Vincent outlined his eyes thinly with black eyeliner and once he was finished he threw the eyeliner into his make-up bag and left the bathroom. Vincent grabbed his converses from the shoe rack in his room and skipped straight on down the hall and slowed himself as he neared the stairs, but it didn’t exactly do much he still nearly fell down the stairs. Once he managed to reach the bottom of the stairs without injury he let out a quick sigh of relief that he hadn’t fallen down the stairs like he had yesterday morning. Vinny giggled to himself as he turned left into the living room. Vincent’s mum often left for work now and his brother was already out.
Vincent walked over the stereo and flicked through his CD holder and found exactly what he was looking for: Lady Gaga – Fame Monster. He placed the second disk into the stereo and turned the volume up to thirteen, good job his house wasn’t attached to anyone else’s. His boney finger pressed play and the music soon blasted through the house and it didn’t take long for Vinny to be dancing around the living room and jumping around. He knew he looked like a complete idiot but did he really care, no. But Vinny being Vinny it didn’t take him long to hurt himself. As the sofa was on coasters as he was dancing around the chairs he somehow managed to hurt himself. Sadly this is how most of Vincent’s mornings happened, shower, dancing and then pain. Vincent hopped back to the sofa and sat down rubbing his toes through is socks. Vincent laughed from the pain and knowing he was such an idiot.
As Vincent sat on the sofa he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he raised an eyebrow. ”Who on earth would be texting me at this hour.” He struggled trying to get his phone out of his pocket due to the fact his jeans were so tight. But eventually he got it out. His eyes scanned the text seeing it was from his favorite boy in the world…. Christofer. His eyes lit up slightly and as he was about to press reply a second text came bursting onto the screen, telling him to go to the cinema instead. ”But I don’t want to watch a movie!” He stated to himself, he let out a big sigh and furrowed his brow, slowly sending him a reply.
To: Chrissy
“What If I don’t want to?
What If I want to go to the park?
As I have the feeling,
It would just be us
And Vincent…
But Whatever,
I’ll walk to the cinema.
Bye x”
Vincent placed his phone back into his pocket with another good hefty sigh on his behalf, he didn’t like going to the movies, they smelt funny and Chris only wanted to cuddle. Vinny would much rather get fresh air and act like a total tit with his friends, than be cooped up like a chicken in a pen. Vinny pulled on his converses whilst he was still sat on the sofa, knowing him he would just fall over if he was standing up. Once his shoes were on he couldn’t help but begin to feel a little bit rebellious toward Chris. With a big grin on his face he left the house and headed towards… the park. Oh yes, he was going to the park instead like the naughty little French boy he was. He pulled out his phone and began creating another text to Chris.
To: Chrissy
“Actually it’s my turn to
Change the plan.
I’m going to the park.
You can come,
But you don’t have too.”
Vincent wasn’t in the mood to say I love you right now. In fact everyone knew how stubborn Vinny could be when he wanted to be.
Thankfully the park was only a short distance away from the house that the boy lived in. Once he arrived at the west entrance to the park. He ventured on up to the Cenotaph and waited to see if Chris would arrive, annoyed and pissed off…. Or not bothered at all, which was highly unlikely. Vinny laughed to himself, he really was feeling rather naughty, naughty enough that he got the urge to want to run up to Chris and give him a massive kiss in public. He rested his head on his hand and began to think about how much he really did want to express his feelings to Chris everywhere and any time, when the feeling struck him. Maybe it was time he learnt to admit the fact he was gay, but still keep it from his family. Which he knew was very wrong but his father would skin him alive to put it bluntly. Not a nice image for a boy like him. Yes Vincent was a virgin, yes he was gay, but somethings he liked to keep to himself.
[[ooc;; sorry it’s only seven paragraphs.]]
