Reader's pov

Lester and I walked into the kitchen and the first thing I saw was the table full of granola French toast, hashbrowns, Sunnyside up eggs, and sausages!!!! Vincent had put his mask back on along with my apron while he poured the coffee. If he keeps cooking for me like this I'm gonna end up-. Nope, nope, bad (y/n). Get your mind out the gutter. "Look at this spread!" Lester excited runs to the table and starts plating up. I smile as I go over and sit in my now usual spot. "3 spoons of sugar and 1/3rd milk." Vincent says in a soft tone as he sets a cup of coffee infront of me. "You know what I like." I chuckle as he shrugs pleased with himself. Leaning close Vincent whispers in my hear. "It's how Lester drinks it too. I remember how you said you like it sweet and not so bitter." This man makes me food and remembers little details about me?! Ugh my heart!!!

I sip on my coffee to hide my goofy smile before plating my food. "So, (y/n), how'd you sleep last night?" Bo asks looking up from his plate. "Really well actually. Thanks for asking Beauregard." I smile and take a bit of French toast. The silence was deafening. "Welp I'm gonna take breakfast into my room, I'll see ya before I go to work (y/n)!" Lester panics and grabs his food and coffee before giving me a quick 'why are you like this?' look and leaving. Bo lets out an exhausted sigh and I just grin. "Vincent come sit by me." Vincent looks at me and shakes his head not wanting to get involved. "Please, I'm pretty sure he's gonna try and redrum me when no ones looking." I whisper nervously. I can put up a front but Bo genuinely scares me. Looking back to the man across the table I see the same irritated forehead wrinkles from before. "Aw look, your foreheads doing that thing again." I joke trying to not run. "It's fine. If I wanted to kill you I would have by now." Bo smiles and sips his coffee. I just quietly ate my food as to not dig myself a deeper hole.

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3rd person pov

Thinking they were out of the woods after eating, (y/n) left to their room to talk to their mom. Once he had made sure she was out of ear shot Bo looked to his twin. "Didn't hear you go back to your room last night." Vincent froze in response to his brothers words. "You finally show her your face?" The 'older' twin asked bringing his plate to the sink where Vincent stood. Taking a second to gather themself Vincent nodded. "And?" Bo continued to question. "They said they think I'm beautiful." Vincent smiled softly under the mask. Bo on the other hand felt as if a pit had sunk into his stomach. Why would she say that to his brothers but not to him? "That's. . .good." Bo forced a friendly grin and patted his brother on the back. "Hey, I think they'd like a little shopping trip. Mind if I steal them away for a little bit today?" Vincent glanced over at Bo. They were not used to seeing him this polite. It was off putting for them. But Vincent was also just glad that Bo wasn't angry with them and (y/n). "Mhm." They nodded in approval. "Thanks man. I'll go let 'em know." Bo patted Vincent's back and turned to walk away.

Meanwhile (y/n) was just getting off the phone with their mom after discussing the first things to mail to them. (Y/n) had decided it'd be best if their mom kept bed frame and mattress since it'd be too much work to send it to them. But they definitely knew that the first things they wanted were their clothes, shoes, and knife collection. Taking their hair down from their towel to let it finish air drying (y/n) opened her door. "Hey (y/n)?" Bo speaks up causing the young woman to jump. "AAahhhh....ssssup." (Y/n) tried playing cool but just wasn't too good at it. Bo just chuckled and smiled. "Sup, I'm going shopping today. You wanna join?" Bo offered with the slightest hope she would say yes. (Y/n) thought for a moment. On one hand she just wanted to relax around the house and not have to do her makeup or socialize. On the other shopping was pretty therapeutic for them. Plus there were things they needed to get anyway. Bo was starting to get impatient as (y/n) stared off.

"Never mind." Bo rolled his eyes and turned to walk off. "Um, excuse me?" (Y/n) was slightly irritated at how quickly Bo just went off. "Dude I was trying to think. But if you're plan is to just act like some brooding teenagers go right on ahead." (Y/n) watched Bo stop in his tracks as she turned back for her door. He turned back to look at them but (y/n) just rolled their eyes and walked into the bedroom. Silently Bo did the same an closed his bedroom door. Once his door was locked the first thing Bo did was go over to his bed and grab a pillow. Bringing it up to his head he pushed it to his face and screamed. Coincidentally, (y/n) was screaming into their own pillow just down the hall. Trying to get his anger, irritation, and disappointment in himself under control Bo flopped back on the bed. "Why can't I just talk to them without being a dick?" He asked his ceiling.

Down the hall (y/n) was laying starfish on their bed and staring at their ceiling. "I just didn't want to have to wear a bra today. I didn't want to have to deal with this shit too." They sighed before rolling to their side. "He looked like a kicked puppy. I know. Hey I should not feel bad he's the one that's acting all weird." Talking to themself (y/n) closes their eyes. "Bullshit." She sighed. As she started to think the sound of knocking came from the other side of their door. "Hmm?" With a hum (y/n) sat up. "Who is it?"