Wilbur woke up to Vinnie doing something with her book-bag. He saw notebooks all around her and one near him. Turning so that he was sitting in the bed, he picked the notebook up to read the cover:

Vinnie Gray

Mod 4

ADV Mathematics

Mr. Tennant

Wilbur believed that these notebooks were for school, and he got up to see what Vinnie was doing. "Morning." She said, pulling two more notebooks. "Morning." Wilbur responded. Seeing the rest of Vinnie's notebooks, Wilbur realized that Vinnie took a lot of arts-realted subjects. There was a thick, light-blue paperback libretto with the title covered by two other notebooks. Picking up the libretto, Wilbur was met with the title of the musical: FROZEN. He flipped to the back of the book to see what looked like Vinnie in an Elsa costume. She was posed in one photo with her arms up in the air on the balcony of an ice castle like she was singing. Another photo showed her with another girl who wore an Anna costume. There was also a photo of Vinnie as Elsa and some kid dressed as Olaf. There were so many photos, and Wilbur found one of Vinnie in her regular clothes with an award in her hands. She appeared to be in a school gym and there were dozens of people standing and applauding in the background. "Sorry about the clutter," Vinnie snapped him out of his thoughts. "I'm cleaning out my bag since school's over for the summer." She pulled the last two folders out of her bag and threw it over to the boxes near the closet. Wilbur saw Vinnie pull a piece of paper out of one of the folders, but she quickly shoved it back in and ran over to one of the boxes. Frantically, but in an organizational matter, she put the folder in the box and closed the flaps. "Just umm, important stuffs." Vinnie dismissed the frantic action, but she suddenly stopped and said "Stuff. I meant to say stuff. Stuff. What is wrong with me today?' She began to climb to her bunk and looked at the sheets, pulling and smoothing the sheets down a lot. Vinnie's room happened to be very neat and everything had its own organized place. Maybe that's why Vinnie was fussing over the sheets. Wilbur wondered if she had OCD, as all the signs were present. She then went down to go make Wilbur's bunk, finishing it rather quickly. Socks came trotting over to Vinnie and pawed her leg. "Right! Breakfast...alright." Vinnie remembered what she said. Wilbur could smell something cooking from upstairs. "Stay here for a sec, I'll be right back! Just a sec!" Vinnie bolted upstairs. It only took about five minutes before Vinnie was back down into the basement with a plate of food. She handed it to Wilbur, who looked at the contents of the plate. Five strips of bacon and a waffle with syrup on it. He looked up at Vinnie who was over near the stairs by Socks' bed, which was blue and a little fuzzy. She was filling the Husky's bowl with kibble and putting his collar back on. While he ate, Vinnie ran to the bookshelf and put away the notebooks that were strewn across the floor. She was being awfully quiet, and seemed to be focused on organizing these notebooks into the bottom shelf on the bookshelf. Vinnie finally managed to finish with the last notebook, put her binder beside the notebooks and..."Ouch!" Vinnie immidiantly put her finger in her mouth. Wilbur, putting his empty plate aside, went to see if she was okay. "Are you okay?" Wilbur asked, kneeling down to see Vinnie better. "Yeah-yeah I'm fine nothing wrong." Vinnie said quickly, hiding her finger. "Let me see..." Wilbur gently took Vinnie's hand, to which Vinnie flinched and froze. She tensed up a bit and looked away, but Wilbur didn't notice this. "Wow, his hands are really soft..." Vinnie thought. He saw a small scratch and there was blood trickling down an edge. Socks was there in a flash, at Vinnie's side. Socks looked at Wilbur and realized the attempt was helping. He also noticed that Socks had a tin in his mouth. A closer look revealed that the tin had band-aids. "Thanks." Wilbur said, taking the tin from the dog's mouth. "You trained your dog to do this?" He asked, taking out a band-aid. "No, my dad did. He's been doing it since he was a puppy." Vinnie commented. "He also attacks on command, he's very protective." She patted Socks on the head with her left hand. After he finished putting the band-aid on, he said "That should do it."

Vinnie could feel her cheeks getting warmer by the second. "Oh god..." Vinnie thought. "Don't blush, don't do it..." "Vinnie?" She was snapped out of convincing herself to stop blushing by Wilbur, who had looked at her the whole time. She looked into his eyes once, and then he smiled. Vinnie lost it at that point. She got up and grabbed the empty plate on the bottom bunk. "I'll go take care of this plate. Since my dad's probably left, you can be up here in the real house. Trust me, nobody's home but me and Socks." Vinnie said, going up the small staircase. Out of curiosity, Wilbur decided to follow her up into the house.