"Hey." Someone poked me awake. "Hm?" "How'd you get down here?" I looked groggily opened my eyes to see Bo. He had on a black t-shirt and jeans with a belt. "Get down where?" I felt where I was laying and glanced around. Looked like at some point last night I came down into the living room and fell asleep on the couch. "Oh, uh, bad dream." I shrug and sit up. Bo left for a minute before coming back with a blanket. "Scoot over." Bo sighs. As I do he sits next to me. "Come here." He lifts his arm for me to get under. "Hmm. Ok." Hesitantly I get under his arm and rest my head on his chest. Using his free hand Bo laid the warm blanket over the both of us. "Comfy." I sigh and close my eyes. "Hey, (y/n)?" "Hmm?" I hum. Bo smelled pretty nice, like cigarettes and cold air from outside. He started petting my hair and hummed back. "Never mind." Bo sighs with a soft smile.

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3rd person pov

Vincent came down from his room and stared confused at the sight on the couch. Quietly stepping around to the front of the couch there he saw his twin holding (y/n). The two were asleep and snoring lightly. While Vincent was happy to see that Bo wasn't trying to kill (y/n) or make them cry he did feel a little twinge of envy. Even though he had watched her sleep before he still smiled under his mask. To Vincent (y/n) was beautiful no matter what they did. Nodding to himself, the artist walked off into the kitchen to start some coffee and breakfast. As Vincent went into the kitchen the youngest Sinclair brother came walking down the stairs. "Morning!" Lester exclaimed with a smile. Before Vincent could hush their younger brother, Bo shot awake. "Hu? What?!" Bo looked around slightly startled causing Lester to laugh. "Hmm, whaaaaaaaat?" (Y/n) groaned lifting their head off of Bo's chest. Lester went from laughing to stone quiet. He had a tight smile on his face as he watched Bo hold (y/n). When Bo realized that Lester and most likely Vincent had seen him holding (y/n) he pushed her off. "Aah!" (Y/n) exclaimed ad they fell onto the floor. "What the fuck Bo?!" She shouted at the man who was getting up off the couch. "Can you not be a fucking dick for like half an hour?!" Bo looked back at (y/n) and rolled his eyes. But behind his act he was upset with himself. Lester quickly came over to (Y/n) and helped them up. "You okay?" Lester asks. "I'm fine. My ass hurts a bit but I'm fine." (Y/n) sighed getting up. The two walked into the kitchen with the others and Vincent pulled out a chair for his companion. "Thanks hun." The young woman smiles and Vincent places a cup of coffee infront of her. "So who's playing babysitter today?" She asks and takes a sip of the hot coffee. Before his brother's could respond Bo spoke up. "You're stuck with me today." "Think I'd rather dunk my entire fist into a pot of boiling wax." (Y/n) mumbled as Vincent set a plate of heart shaped pancakes infront of her. A sweet smile showed on (y/n)'s face as they looked up at Vincent. The masked man pointed to the pancakes to show the chocolate chips. "You keep this up and I'll end up kissing ya." Though (y/n) couldn't see it Vincent's face was 7 shades of red under his mask.

"You're gonna break him." Lester laughed patting his big brother on the back. Lester then looked over to his other big brother who was quietly drinking a cup of black coffee. "So uh, wanna tell us what that was all about?" He grinned a motioned to the couch in the living room. (Y/n) not wanting Bo to give some bullshit answer piped up. "I had a bad dream." They ended up giving their own bullshit answer before eating. Bo looked to (y/n) for a second. When her eyes met his in a glare he acted like he was looking around the room. After breakfast was over Lester hugged (y/n) before heading out the door, Rosie following close behind. "Take care!" She waved. Vincent put his hand on their shoulder to say he was going down to work on a sculpture. "If you get hungry come get me. I'll make you some lunch." (Y/n) smiled before Vincent went down I to the basement.

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Reader's pov

Turning around I saw Bo on the couch. "Ok. What the fuck?!" I blurted out to the brunette. "Hmm?" "Don't Hmm me. What the fuck did you push me for?!" Bo looked at the wall to his left. "Fine. You know what? I don't even have to get a long with you jackass. I'm gonna be stuck here anyway, I've accepted that. But we should at least try to be civil to eachother." Finishing my rant with a sigh I pinched the bridge of my nose right under my eyebrows. "You talk to much." Bo sighs kicking his legs up on the couch. Rolling my eyes I decide to just walk away. As I made my way passed the couch I feel Bo grip my wrist. When I tried to pull away Bo ended up pulling me down onto him. "Let me up." I order. "No. I'm in charge today." He smirked at me. I started trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "You still mad?" Bo asks and I just glare. "You're a fucking ass-." Bo stopped me my firmly grabbing my face with one hand. He kept my mouth shut by squeezing my cheeks. "You got a pretty mouth." Bo's eyes went from my eyes to my lip then back as he kept a smirk on his face. Why did he have to be pretty?!

My hands rested on his chest as Bo chuckled. Kissing my forehead he smiles. "You look like a fuckin lobster you're so red." Giving up I just rest my head on his collar bone. "We can get along (y/n). Just not around them." Bo sighs. "Whatever makes you feel better. I'm gonna be here anyway." I sigh and close my eyes.