Y/n's POV:
"You....made slushies?" I asked, slightly confused but happy nonetheless.
Well, it is pretty hot here. I guess it wouldn't hurt anything.
"Sure, let's see what you've made." I hummed out.
Vincent ushered me over to one of the beat up granita machines. I gazed inside of it, and there was indeed something mixing around in there, but whether it was drinkable or not was a whole other story.
Vincent wrote me another note and handed it to me quickly, eyes crinkling with excitement from behind his mask.
𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨! 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮!
My eyes went back to the sludge like liquid that was spinning around inside the machine. Round and round it went, and I could feel my stomach already twisting itself into knots as if to make a last ditch attempt at a plea for me to not ingest this.
"It looks...uh-" I scrambled to find something, anything good to say about its appearance. "It looks different than the ones I'm used to, did you create your own recipe?"
Vincent nodded his head eagerly like an excited young puppy.
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡! 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧!
I cringed internally.
That.....isn't exactly reassuring. With everything I've learned about the diets of the rest of the group chat members....I think I have a right to be concerned.
I put on a small smile, hiding my reluctance. Vincent seemed to smile widely behind his mask, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the pleasure of being praised.
He's so cute.....a definite babygirl. I can't break his heart...come on, Y/n....find something nice to say!
"Well, good on you for being creative."
Vincent nodded once more, and reached over to grab one of the clean plastic cups from beside the machine. He handed me the cup and made a small motion for me to pour out some of the drink. With a slight tremor in my fingers, I pulled down on the dispenser. Incredibly slowly, the 'slushy' began to fall into the glass, making small plops as it hit the bottom of the cup.
"Oh, wow.....this looks uh, super good." I commented, trying to be nice without being specific.
Vincent had a small bounce in his step, shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to the heels as he awaited my reaction with eagerness.
𝐆𝐨 𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭!
I gingerly put the rim of the cup up to my lips, tilting it back and waiting for the moment it hit my tongue with a twisted sense of dread. Closer and closer the substance came, mud coloured ice mixed with who knows what inching ever so close to my mouth.
Closer
Closer
Closer
Oh.
Shit. This actually isn't so bad.
I had no idea as to what the flavours were exactly, but they blended together in a way that reminded me of some sort of citrus. Hints of Orange, Pineapple, and Lime swirled around in my mouth, creating some sort of oddly entertaining taste.
"Holy fuck....this is really good, Vinny!"
𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 :)
"That you did....that you did." I said with a nod, continuing to sip on my drink. "So...is this all you wanted to show me? Or is there something more that you want me to see?"
𝐎𝐨𝐡! 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐱 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥! 𝐁𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
"Oh right, the wax museum....I remember seeing that earlier. Alright, I suppose we can swing by there. Not like we have much else to do....Bo's still waiting to hear where everyone else ended up."
Vincent grabbed my hand tightly, pushing me out of the building while humming a little tune to himself. I followed behind him, not minding the tugging. But deep down, only a few thoughts plagued my mind.
God I hope Stu's okay. I wonder where he is now?
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Runaway : A Sequel to Unexpected Text Messages
FanfictionHoly shit. The cops are here.
