Broken Bones and Lemonade (Bo Sinclair x Reader) House of Wax

Pure embaressment

As you were following Bo up a sturdy hill, you felt pangs of pain from the pads of your feet. Trying not to make a bigger issue of it, you stifled your grunts of pain and kept on walking. You hadn't realized it, but a trail of dampened red footsteps followed you.

You both faced forward towards the top of the hill. Currently, you were passing a colored house with flowery curtains. You saw a shadow coming towards the window that pulled back the curtains. An old woman with curlers in her hair was revealed. Something about her seemed... off. Her eyes looked lifeless and her skin looked grayish. Maybe she was just in bad health.

You continued forward until you reached a house on top of the hill. It was a lovely house, colors splashing against the walls and foliage framing around it made you smile. Maybe you'd get a home like this some day.

The two of you walked up to the front door and Bo turned to look at you. Before he spoke, he noticed the trail of footprints behind you. He was astonished that you were still walking, let alone not reacting to the pain. He looked up to your face, noticing your furrowed eyebrows and sunken in eyes. Ok, maybe it did hurt?

A thought came to his mind... you'd be an easy target for a certain someone's artistic experiments... That can wait for now, though. Before any of that could happen, he had to gain your trust. He ignored your red footprints and opened the door for you to follow in.

"If you need, the shower is upstairs. Towels are in the cabinet. I'll bring a blanket down for ya." You didn't say anything in response, just nodded. You headed up the stairs, finding the bathroom he was talking about. You grabbed a towel from the cabinet Bo said they were in. You scanned the bathroom before going any further, seeing how clean it was. Surprisingly, it was cleaner then the average hospital room!

You stripped the sweat stained layers of clothes off of you and ran the water, hopping in soon after. You washed away at your body, noticing the tendrils of blood pooling around your feet. They hurt like hell, maybe later  you'd ask Bo if he had some bandages. You returned back to washing yourself, there wasn't any soap besides a bar of dial and some dish soap, you assumed to wash away oil from working. Luckily, you packed away some of your favorite soap.

You hopped out of the shower real quick to grab the soap out of your bag when you noticed something. It was a little wax sculpture sitting beside the tooth brush holder. It was beautiful. You don't know who made it, but whoever did, had some real talent. You picked it up to examine it further and saw a carving on the bottom of it. A name, you assumed. It read... Viwset? Vinkdet... uhh, oh! Vincent! Handsome name.

You set it back down and returned to the shower, finishing washing yourself. You hopped out from the shower and dressed yourself in a loose tank and some oil and paint stained sweat pants. Something you'd wear while working on your truck or painting away at some random picture.

You didn't realize it at the time, but you had eyes on you. They saw your admiration for the little wax sculpture and it peaked their attention. If your wondering, no. This certain person isn't a creeper or a perv, just watching an intruder in their territory. But, they have to admit, your trapezius muscles were magnificent. It would be an honor to sculpt something of that caliber. Maybe...just a little creepy...

You exited the bathroom, heading back downstairs to see bo sitting in a chair across from the couch, holding a beer.

"Bo? Do you by any chance have some bandages? I scraped up my feet on the walk over here." You looked him in the eyes waiting for his response.

"Oh? Yeah, I got a couple up in my room, I'll bring em down for ya. But for now, just make yourself at home." He set his bottle on the coffee table and took off upstairs, leaving you be. You sat down on e couch, snd positioned your pillow and blankets how you wanted them. A sudden wave of exhaustion rippled through you. Not even caring about the bandages anymore, you piled your face into the pillow. A smell of cologne and motet oil lingered from the pillow into your nose, causing you to relax more into it. It was so soothing, you hadn't even realized you fell asleep.

Bo's POV:
What an odd woman. She got her feet all torn up, stranded in the muddle of nowhere, walked for miles, and she's still standing? Maybe she'll be harder to handle then I first thought. It was a shame she met Lester, that pretty face is gonna be ruined by wax...

Anyways, better get them bandages to her before she gets suspicious.

Normal POV:
Bo walked back down the stairs, holding the bandages in his hands. He turned the corner of the stairs and noticed you no longer in sight. Coming closer, he saw your sleeping form snuggled into the blanket he lent you off his bed. Deciding not to wake you, he left the bandages on the table.

Bo didn't want to go bed just yet, He grabbed another beer and headed out the front door for a walk. He disappeared down the road, not returning until morning.