Teddy“Are you saying we should break up?”
Penelope is quiet for a second.
teddy"…We’ve only been together for a couple of weeks..."
TEDDY"Are we friends?"
TEDDY"...I’ll see you in student council."
In a rare free moment, Vincent sits in his chilly room, texting Louis.
sooo can ur shitty phone get pics….
yea but it costs me so don’t send any
i’ll give u $$$ next time i see you
Vincent was surprised by the doorbell, but even more surprised to find Teddy at his door.
TEDDY"Vincent, can I come in?"
vincent"Huh? O-of course, yeah--"
Teddy makes a beeline for Vincent's room, and he follows confused.
vincent"O-on my bed?"
TEDDY"Do you mind?"
vincent"Oh, no, that’s uh-- go right ahead."
vincent"Do you um, want something to drink? Some wate-"
TEDDY"I hope it’s OK that I barged in like this."
vincent"Yeah, Teddy, anytime, but w--"
TEDDY"It’s a bit chilly in here."
TEDDY"Do you need some money?"
vincent"I’m… okay, dude. Um -- are you?"
TEDDY"Am I what?"
When Teddy speaks, his voice sounds small and tired.
TEDDY"...Am I really that transparent?"
TEDDY"....Penelope doesn’t want to see me anymore."
vincent"Do you wanna like… talk about it?"
Vincent's reaction causes Teddy to prop himself up sheepishly, reassuring him--
It's awkward as Teddy flops back down onto the pillow. Vincent feels a little relieved when his phone buzzes, giving him an excuse to check it.
did u get what i sent lol
sorry teddy is here
OMFG ur with teddy right now????
im laghing sf hard omfg
put it on my tab
cmon ur no funnnnn
As soon as the image downloads, Vincent snaps his phone shut frantically, praying that Teddy didn't see Louis' butt on his screen.
vincent"Hey why don’t we do something! To like, get m- your mind off it, or whatever--"
vincent"Shit, shit, why’d I let you get jalapenos?"
TEDDY"Goodness, you have such a timid palate. Gimme."
vincent"C’mon man, even with the coats I gave you?"
TEDDY"I feel like a big marshmallow."
vincent"Marshmallows are cute! I mean--"
Vincent blushes. It's quiet in his rather rural backyard, apart from the crackle of the fire.
TEDDY"She’s… agreeable. Well, she was…"
TEDDY"No, no, nothing like that…"
Vincent reaches out and silently puts his hand on Teddy’s shoulder.
TEDDY"...can we go back inside?"
A few minutes later, Teddy sits on Vincent’s matress while Vincent gets some of his old clothes out for Teddy to wear as pajamas. Despite being years old, they're still comically oversized on little Teddy.
vincent"Um, should I um… get out my sleeping bag, or…?"
Teddy’s already begun bundling up in the thinning blankets on Vincent’s bed. He pauses for a minute, but then lifts the covers, making space for Vincent.
TEDDY"It’s too cold for that."
vincent"Oh, yeah… t-that’s true…"
TEDDY"Your sheets smell…"
vincent"Really? I um, just washed them, actually--"
TEDDY"I mean, they don’t smell bad, I just-- Hm."
TEDDY"Maybe this is weird, but…"
teddy"Could you sing?"
vincent"Oh. Yeah, what should I--?"
teddy"Anything. Whatever you want."
Vincent goes for the first thing that comes into his mind. The lyrics are a little bit embarrassing, but Teddy won’t notice, Vincent thinks - he never does.
2 bad u missed my shower, im in my pjs now…
Since Teddy's asleep, Vincent figures it can't hurt to indulge Louis. He probably won't stop sending pictures until he does...
Before he leaves the room, he lingers for a second.
He shuts the door, and heads down the hall to the bathroom.
you still up?
Before dawn the next day, Vincent drops Teddy off at his house on the way to his job at the mall.
TEDDY"Good luck with the holiday shopping crowds...
vincent"No problem, buddy."
Cut to Vincent’s job at the trendy clothing store. Clothes are strewn about wildly in a post-sale mess. Vincent slumps over the cash register, close to death. His manager laughs, telling Vincent to get used to it.
Suddenly Louis enters the store. They’re surprised to see each other. Louis is just doing some Christmas shopping.
Seeing Vincent chatting with Louis, the manager tells him he can go a few minutes early if he wants. Vincent gets embarrassed, saying that it’s okay, he can stay, but the manager insists he goes.
Louis rolls his eyes and pulls the still-hesitating Vincent out from behind the register, apologizing to the manager like “Sorry, he’s new at this.” Vincent gets really embarrassed.
vincent“What are you doing!?”
louis“What, you want to stay there all night?”
vincent“No, but who said I wanted to hang out with you?”
Louis proceeds for force all of his many bags onto Vincent, who protests loudly.
At the food court, Louis watches as Vincent eats like he hasn't had a proper meal in weeks.
Vincent spits out his drink.
vincent“No. Absolutely not.”
Vincent lunges across the table, covering Louis’ mouth and looking around frantically.
vincent“Not so loud!!!”
Vincent carelessly pushes a napkin into Louis’ cheek.
louis“You’re such a baby, Fawkes.”
louis“Are there any guys here you think are cute?”
Vincent turns red, somewhere between embarrassed and mad. He doesn’t reply, and
just keeps eating.
louis“Oh come onnn, you have nobody to talk about boys with, right? I can’t even imagine. I would die.”
Vincent still doesn’t respond.
Still nothing. Louis rolls his eyes, and looks around. He starts pointing out random dudes, asking if Vincent would date them. For the first few, he just looks offended, but slowly he starts shaking his head “no”.
louis“Jesus, you’re picky. I would fuck any of those guys. Do you even have like... a celebrity crush?"
Vincent stays silent.
louis"Just Teddy then, huh?"
Vincent glares. Louis looks indignant.
vincent“Why would I know that? Why do you want to know that?”
vincent“They broke up. Or um, she broke up with him, I guess.”
louis“No kidding? Is the little guy okay?”
vincent“I uh… I dunno. He was a little weird last night. I’m worried about him.”
louis“Maybe you should offer to cheer him up.”
louis“I was just joookkinnng. Mostly. But I mean, really - if he’s free now you might wanna look at this as an opportunity for you--”
vincent“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We don’t drink.”
louis“‘We’? What are you, some prude old married couple?
vincent“Louis I swear to god--”
louis“Oh chill yourself. You’re so tense.”
Vincent’s face stays extremely grumpy. Louis leans in closer.
louis“I think you’ve been working too hard, Vincent. Wanna come over and play?”
In his bedroom, Louis watches Vincent dress himself post-hookup. He lounges on the bed, making absent-minded conversation.
louis“Why are you like, limping?
vincent“Shut up. My ankle’s just been sore since the last football game, I went on it funny.”
Louis puts some clothes on himself, grabbing a cardigan on the way out of his bedroom.
louis“...So, you really don’t want to make a move now that Penelope and Teddy are broken up?”
louis“You still loooove him, don’t you?”
louis“So what’s the hold-up?”
vincent“I don’t wanna talk about this.”
Vincent heads towards the foyer, and Louis follows.
louis“Am I ever gonna get to see your place, Fawkes?”
Louis rolls his eyes, but as they come down the grand staircase they run into…
john“Vincent? What the fuck are you doing here?”
louis“....I thought you had hockey practice.”
john“It was short today. Why the fuck is he here?"
Vincent“We’re working on a project together. For school.”
john“What class do you two have together?”
Vincent“French. Gonna fucking kill Madame Michaut for making us partners.”
louis“Anyway, Fawkes was just leaving, so…”
Vincent leaves, and Louis shuts the door behind him. John starts up the stairs to his room, but then stops, turning back to Louis.
john“...What kind of project is it?”
louis“Why do you care?”
Louis looks overly annoyed with John, and tries to pass him. John blocks the stairs.
john“Why don’t we party tonight? It’s been a few weeks. People keep asking me when they can come over.”
louis“I don’t feel like it.”
john“Hey, what’s with you lately?”
Louis ignores him, and just tries to get around him.
Getting frustrated, John forcefully grabs his arm.
john“....What did Fawkes tell you?”
Enraged, John pushes Louis, who looses his footing and falters on the stairs.
john“Shit, I didn’t mean t--”
John boggles in silence for a moment and then explodes.
john“...Yeah, okay!? You think I don’t feel bad?
John stomps away up the stairs, and slams his bedroom door.