Set Backs. || PURPLEPHONE

Not Exactly The Sleepover He Was Expecting.

"Hmm," Scott looked up at the clock. It was 6pm, "Maybeee... a movie first, then we can play a game, and talk over dinner?"

Vincent grinned, "Sounds perfect," He turned back around and pulled out two cups and some tea bags, "Do you want to watch it in the living room, or my bedroom? I have a TV in both. It might be more comfortable upstairs, but hey, it's up to you."

Scott blinked, "You have a TV in your bedroom? That's... awesome."

"Bedroom it is," Vincent said, taking the jug off and filled up the mugs with hot water, "How many sugars?"

"Two," Scott looked around at the house, "You know, I was expecting it to be more..." He trailed off, presumably thinking whatever he was about to say wasn't very tactful.

"More what?" Vincent asked, cocking an eyebrow. Here it comes.

"Uh, never mind," Scott said hurriedly.

"More purple?" Vincent suggested.

Scott froze, then laughed, "Yeah, actually."

Vincent grinned, "I thought so. Well, if it quells your uneasiness, my room is entirely purple."  He passed Scott his cup of tea and took a sip out of his own.

"Ooh," Scott gulped down the tea with superhuman speed, "Can I see?"

"Of course," Vincent walked to the stairs, gesturing for Scott to go first.

Scott happily obliged, putting the empty tea cup down and skipping past him to the second story, "Which one is it?"

"Well, seeing as one of them is empty and the other one has half-eaten burgers all over the floor, mine's the third one, with the closed door," Vincent followed Scott up the stairs and walked past him to his bedroom, opening the door for him.

Scott walked in, looking around, "Oh my..."

The entire room. Walls. Roof. The ceiling fan. The wardrobe. The bedsheets. All purple. Apart from a quote painted on the wall in black:

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster.

"Interesting choice of quote," Scott pointed at the scrawling paint, "May I ask why you chose it?"

"You may," Vincent replied, "But I won't answer."

"Oh... right... I won't ask, then..." Scott frowned slightly, but he figured he could respect Vincent's privacy. 

Vincent pointed to his bed, "Make yourself comfortable. What movie do you want to watch?"

"Um..." Scott shrugged, sitting down on Vincent's bed, "What do you think?"

Vincent thought for a moment, "I've got this new movie. It's about a guy who wants to be a dress model, so he and his girlfriend travel the world wearing matching dresses."

Scott laughed, "Sounds weird. It's perfect."

"Great," Vincent grinned, sitting down next to Scott and pressing play. They were sitting next to each other, Scott looking uncomfortable and awkward. Their shoulders were just touching.

"You still cold?" Vincent asked.

"U-Um... Not really. It's fine," Scott said, but Vincent could see that he had goosebumps.

Vincent chuckled, "You don't have to be polite, Scott. We're past that stage in our relationship. Here..." He pulled the sheets back, "Get comfy."

Scott looked at Vincent, "In your bed?"

"No, on the floor. Of course in my bed. Why? What's wrong with that...?" Vincent frowned slightly.