~Jeremike~

Chapter 33

Scott's P.O.V

I was waking up, I open my eyes, my vision blurry from just waking, I blink a couple times, my vision going back to normal. The stench of food filled the air, my stomach growling loudly. I look at the time, the clock showing it was 5:12. I removed the covers from my nude body, I get up a little pain washed through me, I have gotten used to this 'thing'. I get a pair of boxers from the drawer and slip them on, I look at the mess on the floor, I sigh cleaning it up.

Vincent's P.O.V

I was making some chicken fried rice, I wasn't the best cook, but I knew some recipes. I let Peppercorn out of the bathroom when I woke up, he was sitting by the stove, waging his tail and begging for food."You'll get leftovers, Peppercorn. Okay?"

Bark

I took that as an okay, Peppercorn rose up on all fours and walked out of the room.

Thump

I jump up dropping the spoon, I pick it it up and walk out of the kitchen. There was a laying Scott, with a certain dog licking his face. Scott was laughing, I chuckle, I walk over to where Scott was being ambushed at. Peppercorn stopped looking at me, he got off Scott and jumped on me, I fell on my ass with a thump.

"Haha... He's going to be bothering you now... Careful he slobbers a lot..." Scott states clutching his stomach from too much laughter.

"Scott... Can you... go check the.. food?" I asked while Peppercorn licked every inch of my face.

"Okay." Scott replies, he stands and heads toward the kitchen.

Time skip of battling Peppercorn

The chocolate lab finally gave up, he was sleeping on the couch peacefully. I rose to my feet and walked quietly to the kitchen, I was planning on scaring Scott. I see him grabbing plates, I sneak up on him and screamed in his ear, I soon regretted that.

Crash

A glass plate colliding with my face, glass shards flying everywhere. I look at Scott, he had his hands covering his mouth.

"Vincent, I'm sorry. You scared the living shit out of me. Oh god, you face is bleeding. I'm going to get a rag." Scott says in a hurry. I could feel wet liquid dripping down my face.

"Scott, it's okay. You just clean the mess up and I'll go patch myself up. Okay?" I say calmly, Scott only nods. I sigh and turn around walking out of the kitchen. I walk towards the bathroom, I open a cupboard that was over the sink. I grab peroxide and a rag, I open the peroxide and place the old yet clean rag over the top, I turn the bottle over holding the rag underneath it. I felt the rag get wet from the clear liquid, I turn it over again and take the rag off the top. I place the rag next to my right cheek, I press the rag down on my skin, I flinch from the pain.

I hear the door creak open, I look and see Scott looking at me."Do you need help?"

"If you want to clean the wound here is the rag." I hand the rag to Scott, he grabs it. He walks closer to me and carefully places the rag on my cheek, I flinch a little. He mumbled sorry, after a couple minutes the cut was clean.

"Vince, that is a pretty deep cut."

"I've been through worse." Scott had a saddened look on his face."Cheer up. Come on, lets go eat I'm starving."

"I'm going to put this away, you go ahead." Scott says in a saddened tone. I sigh.

"Scott, it was just an accident. You don't have to be sorry about it." I explain. He was about to say something, but I cut him off with a kiss. I break the kiss."I love you." I say with a smug smirk.