Vincent's POV
I stared at him. He flushed and looked away. What did he actually do exactly? I felt pressure on the pillow that's it.
"Did you sit my face?!" I yelled with my own face heating up.
"Wait! What!? No!"he yelled as his face heated up more.
"I don't trust you." I said shaking my head. "I'm leaving." I said getting up and he glared at me. "Weirdo." I said as I closed his door behind me.
After going home. I was trying to figure out what Sammie did. Whatever he did must of been embarrassing.
"What are you thinking about?"dad asked as he walked in.
"Stuff." I said still looking up at the ceiling.
"Sounds like Sammie."he said sitting on the couch next to me.
"How does Sammie and Stuff sound alike?" I ask as I sit up.
"S for stuff. S for Sammie."he said shrugging.
"Good meth
