Ava's phone vibrated, scaring her as she lay on the couch watching Legend of Hell House with Vincent, her head in his lap. She glanced up at him, making sure she hadn't woken him when she'd slightly jumped: Vincent was still fast asleep, head back, mouth open, and snoring. Ava pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the message. She didn't understand it at first, and had to read it again:
'This is a secret bathroom call.'
Though it was from Danté's phone, she knew it was Faythe. Only she would say something like that to Ava. Smiling broadly, Ava texted her back; it wasn't everyday that you had your first boy.
"-My Chemical Romance…" Vincent grumbled, sitting up, awake at last. He wiped the slight amount of drool from the corner of his mouth.
"What?" she smiled, looking up at him. "What were you dreaming?"
"I can't remember now…" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Why are your pants vibrating?"
"You'll see, Vincent." She replied, stretching and rolling onto her stomach. Vincent put his hands in her hair, rubbing her head. She smiled, reaching up to his jeans' button with her left hand. "Okay, babe, but then we really need to get to your house…"
Vincent and Ava pulled into the driveway, Vincent smirking as he unlocked the back door, Ava pushing past him and running into the living room, pouncing on Danté. He looked at her through his shaggy black hair, quite scared at the attack.
"You scared the shit out of me." he said, exhaling and pushing her off of him.
"You made my day." Ava smiled, kissing his cheek. Danté made a face at her, pushing her away again as Vincent sat down on the floor.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, starting to get agitated.
"Faythe and you. So how many does that make, counting her?" she laughed, fake punching him in the arm and going to sit in Vincent's lap. Danté sat in silence, turning back to the TV and adjusting the volume.
"Danté, she asked you a question." Vincent asked. Danté did not answer them, for that matter, he didn't even blink.
"Danté… was- was Faythe your first?" Ava asked, eyes widening, a smile spreading across her face. "She was, wasn't she?" Danté's lip twitched, frown growing deeper.
He exploded, clearly upset by the third-degree that the two were giving him, "Yeah? So what if she was? Like Vincent wasn't your first, Ava."
Ava stared at him for a second, "He wasn't."
"Piss off." He grumbled in response.
"Danté, I'm not making fun of it, I think it's cute. I wish that Vincent had been my first. I just thought that a guy like you would've…"
"A guy like me?" he asked, giving her a look.
She sat there a second, unsure of what to say, if she said anything at all. "Oh jeez, I think Faythe's calling me. See you!"
She walked into Danté's room, seeing Faythe fixing her makeup on the bed. Ava slammed the door shut and ran over, sitting down next to her.
"Ahh, you're here!" Faythe shouted, tackling the other girl in a hug.
"Duh, where else would I be at a time like this?" she retorted, laughing. "I came as soon as I got your text- well, I might have come a little after, but I'm still here." Faythe laughed, tossing her eyeliner back into her purse. They talked about everything, leaving Danté and Vincent feeling very awkward upstairs.