"Hey (y/n) you home?" Lester calls out. Groggily I open my eyes. Vincent and I must have fallen asleep while we were watching Cinderella. Rubbing my eyes I feel Vincent hold me tight. "We're home." I yawn. "Close you're eyes! We've got a surprise for ya!" Lester calls once again. Vincent covered my eyes ad footsteps get closer. "We interrupt something." Bo chuckles. "You'll get your cuddle time later if you're nice to me." I smirk my eyes still covered. "Ok, open!" Lester says and Vincent takes his hands off my eyes. Blinking I almost squeal at the sight infront of me. Bo and Lester had brought back a whole ass care package for me. There were random horror movies, snacks, couple of journals with pens, my ipod shuffle and the charger, my hello kitty pocket knife, and Monsters! A bunch of different flavors. "Aw babes!" I get up and hug Lester. "Thank you! You're so sweet!" Lester squeezed me for a good minute until Bo cleared his throat. "You know someone had go help him." "Aw Bo, you getting soft on me already?" I laugh and go over to the mechanic. "No, just would like some apreaction." Bo smirks at me. With a giggle I give Bo a quick hug. Letting him go I look over at the basket and pick out a monster. "So what's the plan? We've still got a good amount of daylight left." Lester grins at me as I open the drink. "We're going for a drive!" The shorter of the Sinclair siblings beams. "Dirt roads? Can I pick the music? Do I have to wear a seat belt?" I count off my questions on my fingers. "Don't like dirt roads?" Lester asks semi nervous. "What? No, I love Dirt roads! But can I pic the music? Ooh! Can I ride in the bed of the truck?!" Getting giddy I feel Vincent use his hand to steady my person. I had been doing the excited bouncy toddler for a minute.

"You gonna wanna sit in the back with all that blood?" Bo asks. "Ain't my blood! I'll get dressed!" Before the boys had a chance to respond I was running up the stairs to my room. Quickly I put my hair up (however you like), apply some mascara, put on my lashes, and get dressed.

(If you don't like the outfit you can picture something else.) My heels click on the stairs as I make my way down. "Tada! Ready!" I exclaim with a smile.

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3rd person pov

The men turned from the TV to (y/n). Bo felt his face heat up and to not let (y/n) know he looked over at his younger brother. Lester was as giddy as could be seeing (y/n) actually excited about something. Vincent however, could only stare in awe at the woman I front of them. "Well, are we just gonna stand here? Let's go!" (Y/n) motions for the door. As they step to it Vincent stops them. "Cold." Is all the masked man said before taking off his brown zip up hoodie. "Vincent I'll be fine." She tried to decline but Vincent just shook his head no and helped put the hoodie onto (y/n). "Aw look at that display of sweetness. It sickens me." Bo smirks. "Get the fuck out." He jokes and opens the door for (y/n). "Bleh." (Y/n) stuck out their tounge at Bo. The tall man smirks and sticks his tongue right back out at (y/n). Lester goes out the door and motions for (y/n) to follow him.

"May I?" Lester says holding out his hand to help (y/n) into the bed of the truck. "Ooh such a gentleman." (Y/n) chuckles before taking his hand. "Later Ho! Hey Vincent get dinner ready for when we get back!" (Y/n) waves from the truck bed as Lester gets into the driver's seat. As the two drove off Bo looked at his brother. "Don't ya think you're getting a little too attached to em?" He asks. Vincent just watched as the truck drove off down the road. "Nice." "They ain't that nice. Cuddling on the couch. What do you thinks gonna happen when she sees ya face?" Bo didn't mean to come off as a dick, he just didn't want his brother to get hurt. Or himself for that matter. He couldn't say it out loud but when (y/n) fell apart, Bo was worried about them. Hell he even regretted chocking her before. He covered a smirk with his hand. Bo didn't want to choke (y/n) like that again. But in a different circumstance? Oh he wouldn't mind that at all. As Bo twisted the ring on his right hand Vincent stepped into the house to make (y/n) some dinner. While Bo felt a potential lust for (y/n) Vincent couldn't help but see her as a sort of muse. But Bo's words did set a little. What would (y/n) think seeing his face? Yeah she had seen the pictures of them as kids but Vincent was a man now. Shaking the thoughts away Vincent started on dinner.

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Reader's pov

After Lester and I turned the tires into 3rd to get over the washout I hopped back into the bed of the truck. "Want me to sit up front with ya?" I ask before Lester gets into the truck. "Nah you just enjoy you're self! You can sit up front when we head back." Lester smiled at me. For a filthy guy he was sweet as could be. Pulling a cigarette out of my pocket I light it up. I take a drag as we drive off down the dirt road. "Whooo!!" I exclaim as I the wind rushes my head. I was starting to feel like Jessica and her friends leaving me in the middle of butt fuck no where wasn't so bad after all. Hell I could even see myself getting used to the dead people and murder. Like as long as I didn't have to clean up after the corpses or anything I'd be fine. Flicking the cigarette into the road I look at the truck bed. It fucking reeked back here. But hey at least there weren't any left over animals back with me. Blood stains, yes, but animal carcasses, no. Lester was playing music pretty loud with the window down. He was making mud splash here and there. I'm still really great-full that he picked me up when he did. Who knows maybe a different serial killer would have and I'd have been dead a while ago. As I thought about everything my mind wondered back to Bo. "Ew." I joke with myself even though my face was all flushed. I thought about how he made me all flustered in the gas station. He's a fucking psycho and kind of a Perv. But would I change him? Hell no. I wouldn't change any of the boys. Not gonna lie I probably would like to see how Vincent made people into wax sculptures. Or how Bo 'got rid of' people. Maybe even spend a day with Lester clearing road kill. Maybe being here won't be so bad.