**Thank you to Ghostwriter for the help with this one. And thank you for all your comments, they inspire me to keep writing.**

Vincent's POV

Never before had I had more of a pleasant morning then this one. Emily was laying next to me on her stomach, her pale bare back poking out from under the fleece blanked which lay on top of us. I traced my finger down the slope of her shoulder blade before laying on my back with my hands behind my head.

There she sat on the same spot she always did, that chair next to my workbench, her knees held tightly to her chest and her large sweatshirt with the sleeves which were way too long. She didn't notice me watching her until she saw that I had stopped working. Embarrassed, I turned my attention back to my work.

"Vincent?" she asked, her voice low, knowing if my mother heard her we would both be thrown through a wall. I looked up. "Where do you see me in two years, when I am out of high school?"

This question…she's asked it before but last time I just shrugged and let it go. It scared me to think that soon she would be leaving me. She would go off to live her life. Meet new people. Get a great job and have a beautiful home. She would meet someone she loves who she could show her family and friends. Have children without the risk of deformities.

Angrily I threw the paintbrush I was working with down on the table and stood up. Startled, she rushed over, putting a hand on my arm. "Are you alright?"

Alright? How could I be alright when you would soon be leaving me forever? She had no idea how much I needed her. I loved her but I could never tell her that. Our relationship up until now has mostly consisted of me talking little and her talking a lot. But I liked it that way. Her voice calmed me when I worked versus Bo's which just peeved me. It was nothing on a romantic level, but how I wish it was. I would love to hold her in my arms for just a moment and breathe her in.

She could never love me like that.

I mean look at me.

"But look at us now," I laughed so quietly that it was impossible to hear. After a few moments she began to stir, flipping over on her side. Then a few seconds later on the other. Then the other.

"You know how I can tell you're awake?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Hows that?" her eyes popped open.

"You never sit still when you're awake. But then again you move a lot in your sleep too," I kissed her cheek and pushed a stray hair out of the way.

"Sorry," she breathed, leaning her head on my chest. We laid there for a few moments before she reached to the end of the bed and pulled her t-shirt from last night on and then got up to put on a pair of shorts. After handing me my pants I stood up and followed her lead.

Once we got upstairs Nick and Caitlin were sitting in the living room with Bo slapping the television a few times attempting to make it work.

"Let's go for a walk," Emily suggested, diverting my attention from the others.

I nodded and she took my hand, leading me outside after I pulled on my jacket and handing her the black sweatshirt which was hanging on a chair next to us. The cool air immediately clung to us, as if it were waiting for our arrival outside.

As it were like a device was pulling us to it, the first thing she and I walked towards was The House of Wax. The large front doors had a 'closed' sign on it which we obviously ignored and walked inside.

After looking around for a few moments I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Emily's voice came from my side, her arm wrapping around mine.

I squinted and surveyed the museum, "I have too many male figures. I need more female."

"I don't know how I can lure a girl into town," she thought. "But maybe…"

"What?"

"Maybe if we can convince Nick to do it." She finished.

"You mean if we can convince Caitlin to let Nick do it," I corrected.

She snorted, "True. Nick doesn't seem like he'd mind going out for a night."

"Why not Bo though?" I wondered.

"He's too old, it would be creepy for him to pick up a girl my age."

I growled a little, "Thanks."

"OH!" she caught herself. "But I don't know…it's different with us. With Bo and the girl it would be a one-night-stand I guess you could call it. And for you and I…."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

She sighed, sensing the awkwardness and kept walking around, I followed slowly, taking in some of the artwork around us.

"I'm gonna go talk to Nick about that," Emily turned towards me once we were in the kitchen.

I nodded and walked away to go down to the basement and work on a new painting.