You giggled happily. "You're silly Tom." You said. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. "I-I guess I am." He let out a small sound that resembled a dying laugh as he sunk back into the seat, ready for this day to be finished.

Tom fidgeted on his door step, staring up nervously at the door as his hands rubbed against one another. He took a deep breath before shakily letting it out. You watched in silence.

After a few more moments of sitting silently you leaned towards your father, tugging his sleeve lightly. "Hey daddy?" You asked quietly. He looked down at you with a quiet 'hmm' showing he was listening. "Why is Tom moving like that? He looks kinda silly."

He shrugged silently. "Who knows with that kid. He's like a…" He trailed off, thinking of a good way to explain his thoughts. "A kitten. Frantic, and scared of his own shadow." He nodded, feeling good about how he'd explained it.

"Wait…" You looked up at your father with large, practically sparkling eyes, "Tom's a kitty?" You asked excitedly. Your father stifled a chuckle and rubbed your head affectionately. "Not quite, kid." He said, amusement heavy in his voice.

You crossed your arms with a pout. "I thought I was gonna get a kitty friend." Vincent couldn't hold back his gigantic smile. "You're just too cute." He said as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Of course I am~" You said, a smile growing on your small face.

You glanced over to Tom, who you had noticed ring the door bell. Within moments of the sound the door was flung open by a very frantic looking woman. Her hair was a long light blond and she had piercing blue eyes, a stark contrast from Tom's dark brown ones.

"Tom!" She shouted, nearly falling over herself in an attempt to hug the boy. "I was so worried about you!" She cried as her arms wrapped themselves tightly around the boy.

She then proceeded to assault his face with kisses, forehead, cheek, anywhere she could. She pulled away from him eyes now filled with a motherly anger. "Where were you?" She asked, almost yelling at the poor boy.

"Your father and I were worried sick about you! Why would you do this to us?" Tom winced at his mother's tone of hurt, heavily coated in her anger. Just after he was mentioned, Tom's father walked up behind his wife, a look of worry still on his face lightly aged face.

His hair was a light chestnut-brown and his eyes were the same dark shade of brown as his son's. "What's going on here?" He asked, calm, despite the obvious distress he had been in. "Tom just came home! Tell him how worried you were!" The mother demanded, shoving her son in the direction of her husband.

Tom winced and stumbled, but said nothing. His father sighed. "Tom," He began slowly, "why were you out this late?" He asked. "It just isn't like you to worry us like that." Tom took a nervous breath and pointed to the car that was still parked outside of the house.

"I was playing with my new friend, (Y/N), and her daddy said I could stay." He looked down in shame. "I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to make you worry." The father sighed once again, placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder.

"You are in big trouble for scaring us like that." He said firmly. "You're grounded. We'll talk about it more inside." Tom looked back at you and waved sadly as his father walking in the house.

His still frantic mother pushed him in quickly, slamming the door behind her. You looked up at Vincent with eyes wide with worry for your friend. "D-daddy? What just happened? Why were they mad at him? You said they wouldn't mind." Vincent looked down at you with a wordless shrug.

"It'll be fine kid, don't worry about it anymore." You sighed sadly before crawling back into your seat. "Okay. I'll try."

You practically jumped out of your father's car before starting towards Tom. "Aren't you gonna close the door, kid?" Came your father's amused voice from the car. You stopped and turned. "Sorry daddy." You said, quickly jerking the door closed.

He chuckled. "Just go play with your friend, kid." You let out a happy squeal and, with a wave goodbye to your father, ran to your friend. "Tom!" You shouted happily, eager to greet your friend. He turned, but instead of the greeting you expected, he had a frown on his face.

This caused you to slow and look at him with worry. "T-Tom, are you okay?" You asked. He huffed and turned away from you. "I don't like you anymore." He said. You gasped loudly. "What?" Tom turned to glare at you.

"You heard me, I don't like you!" He yelled. You stopped in your tracks. "H-huh? I-I thought that we were friends!" "I'd never be friends with you!" Was his immediate response.

You felt your eyes start to tear up. "B-but why not? Why don't you want to be my friend?" "I got in trouble because of you!" You sniffed. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

He cut you off. "I don't care!" With a huff he turned and stomped away, leaving you to stare at him in pained shock. "W-what?" You asked yourself quietly. Tears bubbled in the corners of your eyes before flowing over, spilling down your cheeks.

You wiped at them slowly, sniffling. You sadly trudged towards the building, still slowly wiping your eyes as you walked.

Your father sat in the car, smiling at the building. His smile only widened as you walked towards him. He started the car as you got in, pulling away from the school.

"Have a good day at school kid?" He asked. You didn't respond, trying to hide a sniff. He glanced at you, concern immediately showing on his face.

"Something wrong kid?" You shook your head slowly. He sighed. "Don't lie to me, I can see that something's wrong. Tell me what happened." You glanced up at him before focusing on your hands that sat in your lap.

"W-well…when I got here earlier I ran up to Tom…But then he said he didn't like me! He said it was because I got him in trouble." Your father reached back and ruffled your hair gently before pulling his hand back to the front.

"Don't worry about it kid. He wasn't serious, just mad." You felt slight anger at your father as he spoke. "But how do you know? You could be wrong again!" He made an almost shocked sound at your tone "Again?" He asked. You nodded. "You said that Tom's parents wouldn't mind, and now he won't talk to me!"

There was silence for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry kid…I didn't mean to mess anything up." He stopped the car, as you were now at your destination. You let out a huff. "I'm still mad at you daddy." You said, climbing out of the car as you did so.

Vincent got out also, walking to the door and unlocking it with a frown. You walked into the dark house. "But I'll forgive you…if you get me some ice-cream." Your father chuckled. "Ice-cream it is then. Lock the door, I'll be right back."

He pulled the door closed and walked towards his car. You smiled a small smile as you thought of the cold snack. You walked towards the kitchen, intending to get something to eat while your father was still gone, forgetting to lock the door.

A/N: Set up/filler. Yup. That's what this feels like.