(Ahoy mateys miss me?)
Scott's POV
I sat on the couch thinking about Vincent and how we would snuggle on the couch and watch movies. I sighed rubbing my eyes and yawned tired.

"I should probably get to bed"

I headed upstairs, took off my glasses, and laid in bed. I knew Jeremy won't be home sence he's pulling an all nighter. I curled up still thinking of Vincent I couldn't help but smile as I closed my eyes and let sleep drift over me.

Vincent's POV
I sat in my cell facing the corner hugging my knees. A smile on my face with tears in my eyes. I wanted to die but not like that. I scratched my head feeling my long fluffy hair. It reminded me of the memory somehow but still fuzzy I bit my pointer finger thinking. I remember jet black fluffy hair and...red square glasses. Mmm my head hurts reaching so far in my memories. I sighed probably nothing to do with it though. My body told me to sleep but my mind told me to stay up. So I laid on the floor and starred at the roof thinking of my execution. I'm gonna die here without a doubt.