Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Vincent and Claire ❯ Vincent in Love? ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 4: Vincent in love?

For some reason, Vincent found himself about to masturbate over the phone. Quickly realizing that the phone line was dead and what he was doing was very much unlike him. He pulled his hands out of his boxers with the thought of how much of an idiot he would have seemed. What if she was just another one of those girls who wanted to sleep with him so she could tell her friends about how it went? He was disgusted at what he had done. Such an idiot! He thought himself.

Vincent got out of his bed, which was missing the blanket still washing in the clothes washer from what possible occurrence may have happened the previous night. Then Vincent grabbed his pants off the floor and put them on, nearly tripping over his own jean legs. So now his mind was so full of thoughts he couldn't even get his pants back on?

After Vincent had successfully pulled his pants on after some time, the doorbell rang. “Just a minute” Vincent said to whoever was at the door. Probably his math teacher, Mr. Fujiwari, bringing his lunch as he usually did to share with Vincent. Mr. Fujiwari knew Vincent's secret. The reason why Vincent is so antisocial towards others most of the time, his haunting past. And as Vincent opened the door and expected to see his teacher, he saw Claire. And for some reason scared the crap out of him causing him to jump up in the air and grab onto the ceiling fan, which collapsed with his weight crashing down to the ground with Vincent.

Claire laughed so hard at Vincent when this happened and Vincent turned bright red with embarrassment. Claire said, still giggling, “I'm sorry…” “Better be!” Vincent snapped back cutting her off then Claire continued, “… that my phone died” A visible tear came to Claire's eyes after she finished.

Realizing that he may have hurt her. He stood up and ran up to her and held her body to his. Vincent said, “I'm sorry… you just scared me that's all…” and Claire replied, “but how could I have scared you if you knew there was someone at the door?” and for a moment Vincent was silent but then he said, “I just… didn't expect to see you again… so soon…” so Claire looked up into his eyes. Vincent looked back into hers, and he saw a beautiful pair of eyes he had never noticed before, like as if they opened a whole new world of beauty to his eyes.

“Claire… I…” Vincent said captivated by her beautiful eyes. And Claire said, “yes? Vincent?” Vincent said, “Your eyes… they are… their so beautiful… I never imagined eyes like yours before…” Claire blushed and looked away. Vincent felt strange, just looking into her eyes made him feel calm, so relaxed. Vincent placed his hand on her cheek and moved her face to face his and he kissed her without thinking.

Something happened at this moment that felt very strange to Vincent. A series of images flowing through his mind. One showing Vincent and Claire sitting under the moonlight rooftop of the most romantic restaurant in town. The next one showed the two of them watching a movie, the notebook, from the looks of it. And finally a final image which turned Vincent on enormously for some reason. Vincent and Claire were both down to their underwear, and Vincent's hand was down Claire's panties while Claire was moaning, so this image showed that Vincent was masturbating Claire. Was this what could happen? Is this what is going to happen?

Vincent had thought so much that before long they had already finished sharing lunch and Claire was walking out the door. And without saying a word Vincent turned Claire around on his front porch and kissed her on the lips again. He felt her tongue trying to go past his lips and with success. Her tongue was in his mouth and Vincent, whom have never French kissed a girl before, tried to massage her tongue with his, rolling his tongue around hers and kissing passionately.

After they broke the kiss, Claire commented Vincent on being a good kisser and asked if she could come over for dinner tonight. “Yes… of course…” Vincent said. And Claire replied by kissing Vincent on the cheek and said, “see you later Vince!” and she walked off home.

Vincent walked back inside thinking about his first French kiss. How it felt. How it tasted. And if this was what the other guys at school called “1st base”. Would they keep doing that every time they see each other now?

Vincent sighed wondering what was to happen next and went to his bed. What a day, and its only mid-day. Vincent got in his bed and, thinking about every little thing, fell asleep.

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Vincent awoke startled as the doorbell rang loud through the halls and his room. He had forgotten about how loud his doorbell rang.

Then Vincent realized that it was 7:30 already! Claire was at the door! And Vincent didn't prepare a meal! He ran to the door to open it and when he got there Claire was already at the doorway, crying.

Vincent thrust himself forward and held her in his arms. “What's wrong? What happened?” Vincent asked. Claire replied, “She died, yesterday, when she didn't come home…” Vincent held Claire tighter as she continued to explain what had happened. “… She was killed… my best friend… she just killed herself… and its all my fault…” Vincent stared at Claire and a tear came to his eye. He never much cared about the passing of others; to him it was just another cycle. You live and you die, nothing more. But something about Claire being so hurt about it made Vincent cry as well.

“Claire-bear… it will all be all right…” Vincent holds her close and kisses her forehead. “Please don't cry… I can't stand to see you sad… Claire bear… baby… I love you…” from that Claire looked up with a half-surprised look on her face and after a moment of staring into Vincent's eyes she placed her head on Vincent's chest and said, “Vince… I love you to…”