Music played from the radio as the four of us sat in the living room. Twisting the sleeves of the hoodie Vincent had me wear I hummed along. It was actually a really soft hoodie too. For a moment I could just sit and close my eyes. I pictured my room back home. Sitting in the window as the spring rain started down. But strangely, the feeling of missing home was getting to be less and less. I focused and tried to picture everything. My knife collection. Mom. The smell of the house. All I could picture was me sitting in that window. It's only been a few days, why is it that ik having such a hard time missing my home.

Arms wrapped around me knocking me out of my daydream. Looking over my shoulder I saw Vincent with me on the floor. I muster up a smile and rest my head on his chest. Bo looked over at us and I could see a twinge of an expression on his face before he quickly moved away. What was his problem? I glanced over to the other couch and saw Lester asleep. "I'm going to make some tea and head to bed. You two want anything while I'm in the kitchen?" I check as Vincent let's me get up. "Nope." "Nmn." The twins reply. I nod and go off.

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Packing a cup of tea and a bowl of ice cream into my room I place them down on the side table. I flop down onto the bed and sigh. Rolling onto my stomach I realize I'm still wearing Vincent's hoodie. Really happy I didn't smell too bad. "Well mine now hoe." I shrug and grab my ice cream. I started to think about Jessica and her friends. A sadistic smile crept onto my face as I pictured every bad thing that could happen to all of then on their trip. Finishing my ice cream I drink my tea and let out a sigh. "Lets hope we're here in the morning."

3rd person pov

Bo laid on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Not being able to sleep he rolled out and walked down the hall. As he started to walk passed (y/n)'s room he stopped. If he wanted to he'd had killed her days ago. That thought couldn't leave his head. Normally Bo enjoyed the idea of killing someone, got off on it. But getting to see (y/n). Seeing them not be afraid of Vincent, willingly hanging around Lester. Bo raised his hand to knock but stopped himself. This person had brought him food, even though they were terrified of him. Even after he had almost strangled them to death. She didn't treat him like he was a monster. Letting out a sigh Bo walked back into his room. Little did he know the person be had wanted to speak with had seen him at the door. (Y/n) felt a part of their heart soften as they saw not a sadistic or manipulative expression on Bo's face but a slight sadness as he walked back to his room. Once he closed the door (y/n) walked out of the bathroom and into their room. The two had no idea how to approach one and other. Yet they understood that the other had their own issues going on.

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Reader's pov

The smell of rain filled my senses as I sat in my window. Rain and cigarette smoke. I looked over my street and sighed. "Hey (y/n) someone's here to see you." Mom says knocking on my attic room door. "Coming." I smile and stubb out my cigarette. As I walked down the stairs I straightend out my jeans and fixed my hair. "They're outside. And very pretty." Mom winked at me and I nod. "I know, but come on it's only our second date. Dont go getting attached to em now." I chuckle and mom just rolls her eyes. "Take care, love you." "Love you too momma." She walks off into the living room as I head to the door. "You're early." I froze seeing Bo standing on my porch. He was wearing his black suit, his brown hair was combed back, and roses in his hand. "I know, I'm sorry darlin. But I just couldn't help it." Bo smiled at me. I thought Vincent would be at the door. Handing me the roses Bo takes me by the arm. "Well let's get on goin." As he walked me off the porch the steps started to change from the ones of my home to the steps of the house I had started to know. I looked around and saw the trucks, gravel, and the town. Bo was soft leading me down the road. "Where're we goin Bo?" I asked my throat feeling dry. "On our date darlin." He stated with a smile. "Oh, right, sorry. I just thought that I saw something." "Don't you worry you're pretty little head about it (y/n)." We walked into the gas station and my heart started to pound. Closing my eyes I felt a soft hand on my cheek. When I opened them Vincent was sitting infront of me on the floor infront of the TV. He looked at me through his mask and I watched the mask itself smile. "Pretty." They sighed and held my face. I tilted my head to the right and watched Vincenr begin to lean in. "My muse." He murmers as he tilts his head slightly. Closing my eyes once again I felt lips on mine. It was a soft kiss. Sweet even. As they pulled away slowly I opened my eyes once again. Lester smiles at me like a love struck dope. "We can always take it slow." He says and holds out his pinkie for me to take. I felt odd somehow but locked pinkies with him. As I did it was like the world spun and all of a sudden I was sitting in the house of wax. All alone. Getting up from the wax floor I wondered around. "Darlin?" "Muse?" "Sunflower?" The three nick names repeated all around the empty museum. Out the corner of my eye I saw someone walk into the dining room part. I couldn't seem to speak as I followed the shape. I ran after it for what felt like forever, darting around statues, corners, paintings. Finally catching up with the shape I reached for it. Turning it around I almost puked. Looking back at me was. . .me. Not quite me though. Where I face would be was and expressionless wax mask with blood splattered across it.

Shooting upright in bed I gasped for breath. "What. The. Fuck. Brain?" I huffed.