Reader's pov

"Yo who is it?" I asked as the person kept knocking. "Uuuuuugh." I groaned as I got out of bed. The knocking just kept on going as I got to the door. "I need like a peephole or something." I mumble before cracking open the door. "Whaaaaat?" I whine and throw my head back before looking to see who it was. Bring my vision infront of me I see a. . .tulip. "Hey (Y/n), I wanted to bring ya something before I left for work today. It's pretty and made me think of ya." Lester smiles shyly. My heart! This adorable little fucker!

Smiling I gently take the flower in my hand. "Thanks dude. This is just what I needed." Lester's smile grew as I brought the tulip to my nose. "Sweet." I mumble and look back to the little gut standing infront of me. "Hmmm, how can I ever thank you?" Lester bit his bottom lip as he though. "Oh, I think I know now." I smirk and cup his face with my free hand. Leaning in I see Lester's eyes close in excitement. With a slight giggle I kissed his right cheek and then his left. Lester did a little happy dance as I pulled back and leaned against the door frame. "Two! I got two!" He exclaimed proudly through the hall. "Alright, now go on. You got work." I motion for him to go. "Oh! Right! Uh, here!" Quickly Lester pecked me on the cheek. Surprised I brought my hand up to my face. "See ya soon!" He beamed as he practically ran down the hallway. Could swear I saw him do that jump and heel click thing.

Gotta admit all this affection was making me feel special. Giving the tulip one last smell I walk out of my room. Humming I walk down to the kitchen. "Hey Vince? Ya got any vases or like Mason jars?" I ask the man who was getting ready to go into the basement. "Uh, Left cupboard by the sink, top shelf." He explains looking like I just caught him off guard. "I though you were going shopping with b." "Nope, not talking bout him right now. Thanks for the jar. Have fun! Make something pretty!" I interrupt as I grab a Mason jar and start filing it with water. "Everything ok?" Vincent asks curious. Letting out a sigh I shrug. "Yeah? I guess. I just, just don't understand why he's so flip floppy." I try to explain as I carefully set the tulip in the jar. "Wanna talk about it? I could use some company while I paint." They offer gently placing their hand on my shoulder. "Thanks. I think that'd be great actually." "Good, grab yourself a cup of tea and we'll head down. Pots still hot." "Will do."

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Once I found a comfortable place to sit in the 'studio' with Vincent I sipped my tea. "So, what happened?" Vincent asks prepping their work station. Staring my spoon of melted honey in my cup I shrug. "I'm honestly not sure man. Apparently I took too long to say yes or no to going shopping with him and that pissed him off. But like he's always so fucking hot and cold with me. And the only reasons that it took me a bit to think were 1: I just got off the phone with my mom about my moving her and junk. 2: I really didn't want to have to put on a bra today. And 3: I couldn't think of the actual stuff I Need need and not just want." After explain it to Vincent they nod and take off their mask. "I think Bo's just kinda in his own head a lot. He can seem pretty, uh, what's the word for it?" "Duchey? Dickwaddy? Rude?" I list off a few suggestions and Vincent chuckles. "Lets go with rude. He never really learned how to process emotions properly. I had art as my outlet growing up. Bo, bo didn't really have anything. He learned to work on cars, but that only went so far." They look over at me from their painting. "And you're really not wearing a bra right now?" They ask to try and lighten the mood. Rolling my eyes I hold in a little bit of laughter. "I love that that's the part you really paid attention to."

Looking to the wall I sigh. "I almost feel bad for how I mess with him. But it's kind of his own deal to figure out his head. And he's got a lot of figuring out to do." I explain before taking another sip of tea. "You're not wrong, he does have a lot to figure out. Especially now that you're going to be here permanently." Vincent tells me as he sketches. "He probably won't tell you this, and I don't want you telling him I told you, but he actually asked me first to check if you would be able to go shopping with him." I almost choked on my tea. "Excuse me?! He asked you if I could go somewhere?" Vincent nodded in response. "I think he wanted to spend some time with you. He just doesn't know how go ask without being an ass hat." Before I open my mouth Vincent points at me with a paint brush. "And I get to call him that, he's My brother." I roll my eyes and smirk. "Bet you wouldn't say it to his face." Raising an eyebrow at me Vincent pauses before nodding. "You got me there." Letting out a small chuckle I go back to drinking my tea.

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3rd person pov

Time seemed to pass while Bo laid in his bed. Occasionally he would look over to his hand. The hand that (y/n) had kissed so gently days before. The same hand he had used to almost choke her to death. His mind unwillingly filled with images of (y/n) kissing Lester on the cheek, (y/n) cuddling with his twin, and just images of (y/n) period. Their smile, their laugh, how cute they looked running after messing with him. "They have a fucking annoying smile." He groaned staring up at his ceiling. The more he thought he felt a small grin tug at the corner of his mouth. "They have a cute smile." Realizing where his mind was going Bo quickly shook his head and sighed. "I need a fucking cigarette."

As Bo made his way down stairs he felt a slight draft. Looking to the now open front door he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. The closer he got to the door he could smell the fresh air mixed with, lavender? Bo walked out the door and turned his head to look around. His eyes widened as he noticed (y/n) sitting on one of the outside chairs, all dressed up and petting Rosie. When she turned her head to him she smiled. "So uh, you still gotta go to the store?"