Rody x vince dead plate!!!

Taste

Vincent's POV

soft hands gently run through my short black hair. My head laid against their shoulder as they hold me close. My eyes are shut tight and my body eased up. I've never been comforted like this before, I don't want to be alone. I want to feel like this for every day for the rest of my life. I want to be loved.

My eyes snapped open as I heard the sound of my alarm clock go off. I groan loudly as my eyes shut yet again. It was only a dream.

I shut off the alarm to get my day started. It was about 4:30 AM, that was usually the time I would wake up. Even though I have the day off, i don't like to sleep in, I always have something to do.

I got myself dressed in a black long sleeved shirt, black jeans and tied a dark brown belt around my waist. A small yawn escapes my mouth as I walk to my bathroom.

My tired eyes slowly look up  at the mirror and I stare at myself, looking into my own eyes.

"..I look tired.."

I mumbled out. I could tell I haven't slept well in a long while. I sigh and shake my head, deciding to wash my face up. I lean down to the sink as I started to scrub myself up, soon to brush my teeth afterwards.

Some time passed and I find myself sitting on my kitchen stool as I try to eat my food. Eating has always been a struggle for me ever since I lost my sense of taste. What's the point if I can't even taste it?

Food is important nonetheless, I just wish it was more enjoyable for me.

I close my eyes as a long sigh escapes my mouth, looking down at the freshly cooked eggs with golden toast. A frown crawls onto my face just by looking at the plate. I slowly stab the cooked egg and shoved it into my mouth. It was forced, but I needed to eat.

My cooking skills were out match though. Despite not being able to taste my own food, I always get told by everyone how amazing it truly is.

Everyone except... him.

He would say my food tasted good but.. missing something, something you can't even add to food.

Love.

I laughed at his face when first hearing this, though when I saw the he was being serious with me, I couldn't help but to scoff.

Love... how ridicules. He doesn't even know what he's talking about.

Though I have been needing to cook some new recipes lately.

I don't believe in this whole love thing but it would be nice to touch up on some meals.

After breakfast I look around my apartment, getting a good look at everything. My eyes then wonder over to my phone. I never really use it, only if it's for work purposes or someone important along those lines. Even then I don't receive calls often.

My telephone just collects dust for a living. That's not my fault though, I just have no one to talk to.

I look at the phone for a few more seconds, thinking of calling someone. Was it really worth it? What was even the point? Why do I wanna talk to... him out of all people?

I shake my head and clear my thoughts, though this didn't work. I want to hear his voice. 

"I really am loosing it... sigh"

I started to dial his number.

Rody's POV

My eyes slowly opens as I heard the loud sounds of my phone ringing into my ear. A loud groan leaves my lips as I shut my eyes again.