A few days had passed, and I still hadn't heard a thing from Erik. Vince seemed a bit preoccupied the last few days and even though he was here, he wasn't really here. He seemed to always be lost in thought and it was starting to worry me. It made me wonder what happened when he went to visit his parents.
It was around eleven, on a Thursday morning; Vince and I were still lying in bed watching a re-run of The Simpsons. We had the covers lazily thrown over our entangled legs, my head resting on his chest as we stared at the television.
I felt Vince shift, making me hug him tighter to me. He chuckled. "I need to get up," he said, softly.
"Hm, no."
Another chuckle. "Please? I really need to use the bathroom."
I sighed. "I guess."
Vince slid out from underneath me. I watch as he padded h
