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It was a rainy day. Cars were passing by, humans that forgot their umbrellas were running to safety. No business men want to be soaked. The cars weren’t careful either, the drivers didn’t care if any one that was by foot ended up wet. Moody skies, dark grey clouds resting. Traffic, a lot of traffic. Everyone wanted to be home by 3 PM. Horns honking, people cursing.
It felt like a fever dream, everything was loud. From the car engines to people’s shoes tapping on the wet concrete while crossing the road.
And there he was, the man of his dreams. Standing still, underneath the dim light of the sun rays, that pierced through the cloudy sky. Waiting for the bus, everyday at 2:45, the man would be there, at the bus station. He knew, he knew almost everything about him. Living in the same house was not enough. If he could crawl under his skin, if he could just be inside his head 24/7. Is this too much to ask? And they say romance is dead!
He was soaked, from head to toe. I’d rather say, phone to toe.
That’s right. A phone.
He was no ordinary man. He was someone special. You’d never find another him. Everything about him was perfect. But, looking at him was not enough, he wanted him, he needed him. That man, Scott.. Was Vincent’s whole world.
The man soon got on the bus, he truly was wet. Although Vincent wished, he was the reason instead of the rain. Vincent tilted his head to the side, smiling and thinking of that dreamy man.
He got up from a nearby bench, waiting for the next back. He couldn't afford being seen, if Scott found him sneaking around again. He’d be in big trouble! Boy oh boy.
Vincent got on the bus as soon as the bus arrived. He sat by a window, resting his head against it. Daydreaming.
“Oh Scott! What is it going to take to have you in my arms? What do I have to pay for you to be mine?! Scott babe, you don’t have a choice. One day, you’re gonna be all over me. “
Vincent told himself, letting out a sigh slip from his thin purple lips as he gazed up to the sky from his window seat.
“Soon enough dear.. I’ll make you mine.. None can stop me, nothing can stop me. I will make you love me, no matter what it takes”. He said, putting his head against the window. Watching the water drops.
Vincent gasped when he realised who he was making eye contact with. The bus stopped at the 4th stop. He couldn’t help but close the curtains, when he saw Scott, looking back at him. Both confused and concerned. Vincent was looking at Scott the whole time, giving him crazy eyes with a wide smile. For the past 2 minutes, WITH his hands against the window.
That was a DISASTER. He knew Scott would comment on it, once he got on the bus. Or at home.
As predicted, Scott entered the bus. Looking for an empty seat. Basically, any seat that wasn’t next to Vincent.
“SHIT FUCK! Vincent, you ruined it.. You really had to make eyecontact this whole fucking time? Jesus Christ you freak”. Vincent told himself, hiding his face with his hands. Really embarrassed.
“Great.. The only seats left are next to this freak…and an old lady. I’ll take the old lady”. Scott told himself, quietly as he rolled his eyes(?). He was clearly annoyed by Vincent's presence on the bus. Scott would try to brush it off, pretending he wasn’t there, looking at him. At his every little move, breath, slightly position change..
Vincent would be watching him, from the corner of his eyes. Smiling lovingly at the seat in front of him. But, oh Scott knew. He knew that smile. That smile was directed at him, and only.
He knew Vincent had eyes for him.
Scott couldn’t lie, he always lowkey enjoyed the attention he was getting from the purple maniac. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having an admirer, someone so plain. Someone not special, he was not a celebrity. But, Vincent was definitely his number one fan.
Vincent kept looking Scott up and down, all red. Or purple? Whatever!
Scott was getting slightly uncomfortable, and irritated at the man who kept on eyeing him.
“Stop it Vince. I can physically feel your gaze all over me-” Scott began to say, as he got off the bus.
Vincent followed right after him, pushing his way through the people that were getting off the bus. With only one goal, to reach Scott. The purple man reached for Scott in that crowded area. He grabbed Scotts shoulder, only to be told off with a push by a woman with a baby in a cart.
“SCOTT, WAIT- SCOTT DEAR PLEASE WAIT-” Vincent shouted. But it was pointless, his voice drowned in that crowd. People talking, phones ringing, busy city. 4:30 PM, hungry stomachs.Vincent's eyes were left wide open, as he began to push people to the side trying to get to Scott.
There he was, standing across the street talking to someone. Someone taller than him, beautiful… eyes. Well, any pair of eyes looked really beautiful to Vincent, or I’d rather say COMPARED to Vincent's. He was.. Really charming and Scott seemed to have a really good time talking to him. Well, it wouldn’t be a big deal if Vincent got to meet him, wouldn’t he?
Vincent began to spring towards them, but to his luck. Two trucks passing by each other in opposite directions got in the way. And Scott with the taller handsome man was gone.
Vincent sighed at the sight of now nothingness, in front of him. He was slowly getting uneasy, in that crowded part of the city. So he began to sort of run, on his way back home. Eventually, he got there .
He went to unlock the door, to enter. Only to be interrupted by that man, existing THEIR HOUSE? Vincent froze in place, dropping his keys on the ground. Everything started spinning, everything became blurry. Cold chills running down his back, and Mike yelling something in the background. It felt like he was standing at the porch for hours, looking at everything passing by.
As he got in, he ran to this room. And collapsed down on the floor, shock? Heart break? Fear? Sadness? All negative feelings, written across his now, pale purple face. His white eyes were twitching.
After 3-4 minutes, he managed to pull himself up and lock the door. None was allowed in