Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, prolly sulking arnd the house & acting beautifully tragically melodramatic. I'm open 2 alternatives.
Mouse (to Vincent): How about you come over here, I'll make you some brekkie, we watch some crap movies and, you can ogle the new neighbors?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, U know how much I like ogling strangers... Any cuties?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, two sets of new neighbors have moved in... one set in the house across the street, and in the apartment behind me. There's definitely some potentials... I can't quite tell which are the ones actually moving in across the street, but there's practically a herd of strapping young men unloading boxes from a van.
Vincent (to Mouse): U know just the way 2 get my attention, don't U? I'll B ovr shortly. I may not B vry good company, tho. U've been warned. ;-}
Delia (to Mouse): Is that coffee I smell? Please say it is.
Mouse (to Delia): yes, there is. Do you wanna come & join me on the porch? I'm ogling the new neighbors moving in across the street.
Delia (to Mouse): coffee and ogling? Count me in! That is def worth draggin my ass out of bed.
About an hour later:
Eep (to Mouse): Hey, what's with the camp out on the porch?
Mouse (to Eep): Umm, we're being silly girls & ogling the new neighbors across the street. I thought it might cheer up Vincent & Delia. Plus, It looks like a group of firemen or football players or something are moving in. You may want to tell Robert & Wanda.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, I think I'll skip eye-humping the firemen next door. I'll let the other two know, though. I'm sure they'll appreciate it.
Mouse (to Eep): I know it's completely juvenile and I feel silly for doing it. But, I wanted to distract Vincent from moping about... At this rate, he's going to start smoking & scowling at people by the end of the day, if he doesn't cheer up. And, I don't think we want that.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. God forbid.
Mouse (to Eep): It would be like some kind of bizarro world... he'd be all gloomy and... god, you'd have to be the King of Perv.
Eep (to Mouse): I'd have to abdicate the throne. The Kingdom of Pervistan would be left without a ruler.
Mouse (to Eep): The people would weep tears of sorrow… Oh god, Wanda brought a camera with a zoom lense.
Eep (to Mouse): You can't concentrate that much perv in one place and expect that it won't go terrible at some point.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh dear god, what have I wrought... I had no idea... oh great, now Robert is going to go talk to them with Wanda & the camera.
Eep (to Mouse): Great. If the past is any indication, I'll walk into the kitchen tomorrow morning to find a half-dressed fireman.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, it looks like it might be 3 half-dressed firemen... wow, this is actually quite impressive.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, heh. I guess this would be the first time you've ever seen Robert work.
Mouse (to Eep): Yes it is, I wasn't expecting that at all... oh, and Vincent has actually wandered off into the house. Crap. I've never seen him like this...
Eep (to Mouse): I wonder why he's so upset over this? Wandering away from man ogling seems WAY out of character.
Mouse (to Eep): The only thing I can think of is that he's actually in love with Poppy & he doesn't know how to deal with it. But, he won't talk to me, so I have no idea.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. He's avoiding the shit out of me as well. I dunno.
Mouse (to Vincent): Hey, I'm gonna make us some lunch... what are you in the mood for? You name it, I'll make it.
Vincent (to Mouse): Whatever U make shld B fine, sweet. Everything U make is delish.
Mouse (to Vincent): okay... sweetie, do you want to talk about it? The moping around isn't like you at all & it has me worried. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine, but I think you need to talk to someone.
Vincent (to Mouse): I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm not trying 2 worry U. I'm just not sure what I think myself, so I don't know what 2 say.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, can I ask you a question?
Vincent (to Mouse): Of course, sweetie. U can ask me anything.
Mouse (to Vincent): Are you upset simply because you did something foolish or is there more to it?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, part of it is & I hate 2 use the term, shame ovr doing something so, SO idiotic. I expect more of myself. Shame is such an overrated emotion. Part of it is that the idea of marrying ANY1 terrifies me. I hate that my parents' sham of a relationship effects me so, but... Well, I can't control everything that festers in the back of my brain, now, can I? & because of this debacle, Poppy isn't sure she wants 2 date anymore. I know I was unsure abt dating any1 for a long time... But I suppose I've gone & let myself get attached. So, now I'm butthurt & pouting.
Mouse (to Vincent): Awww sweetie, have you told her how you feel about her? I know that looking at your parent's relationship scares you from wanting to be in any kind of relationship but that's no way to live. Trust me. If anyone knows about closing themselves off from people, it's me. You have to look at your parents as an example of how not to do it... not, that they all end up like that.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know, sweetie. I rlly do.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I won't bug you anymore about it. Come into the kitchen... I've got lunch ready.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ur not bugging me sweetie. U care. I appreciate it. I'm trying 2 wrk thru this. Don't wrry. I'll B back to my usual glittering self soon. Lunch will help, I'm sure. :}
A couple hours later:
Mouse (to Eep): Just to give you a heads up... Vincent talked to me a little bit.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah? How's he doing?
Mouse (to Eep): He feels embarrassed about doing something so stupid and a bit hurt & pouty because Poppy isn't sure they should date anymore. I asked him if he had told her how he felt, but he chose to ignore the question.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. I'm guessing not then. Is he still being morose?
Mouse (to Eep): He’s seems a little better. I made him some magic soup & a grilled cheese sandwich, which seemed to help. He's gabbing with Delia.
Eep (to Mouse): I know I keep saying this, but he'll be OK. Whatever happens.
Mouse (to Eep): I know he will be & I appreciate you for saying it. I just wish I knew the right thing to say.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't think there is a right thing to say. I hate saying it, but you might just have to let him get his heart broken if Poppy ends up dumping him.
Mouse (to Eep): I know... I just wish he'd get up the nerve & tell her how he felt. At least, that way he'd know he tried everything. Because, I know they both really like each other.
Eep (to Mouse): Have you told him to do that?
Mouse (to Eep): Considering he won't even admit how he really feels, I didn't see the point.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. You're right. There's probably not a point. I wish I knew what I could say to make you feel better.
Mouse (to Eep): I'm actually fine, but thank you for being concerned.
Eep (to Mouse): Of course I am. I hate knowing you're upset. And your brother too, actually.
Mouse (to Eep): Apparently, that's the price I pay for interacting with people... at some point, I'm gonna be upset.
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm a little tipsy... I just wish you'd get up the nerve & tell Poppy how you really feel about her. At least, that way you'd know you tried everything & if it ends then it ends. But, I know you both care about each other. And, this is one of those things you're supposed to fight for, not just curl up & let it walk away. I hope that makes sense.
Vincent (to Mouse): Awww, ur adorbz when ur drunk. U get so spunky. It makes sense, sweetie. I think I've been taking 4 granted that she knows I care.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I guess I should be drunk all the time then...
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I just made it back to my apartment in NYC and apparently, my company has already promised it to coworker so, it looks like I'll be moving back whether I like it or not. Can we talk about everything when I get there?
Vincent (to Poppy): When R U headed back this way?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll be moving back into my old corporate apartment on Monday... we could talk now if you'd prefer.
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't know that I can wait that long. I don't know that any1 else can either. Apparently, if I'm not my usual effervescent self, mass hysteria ensues.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I hate to see you suffering, honey. What do you want to do then? My sleep last night gave me no answers... I feel deeply confused. I hate being away from you, but I'm worried...
Vincent (to Poppy): I wish I had some definite, rite answers 4 us, darling. But I'm afraid I'm as lost as U. I just know I've been gloomier & more insufferable than Eep 2day. & apparently worrying the pants off my sister & Delia. & it's largely been b/c I was sure U'd want 2 call this whole thing off.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, honestly I don't want to, I just think that might be the rational choice. But, I've been miserable all day thinking that I should & I hate doing things that make me miserable. It ages me terribly...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I've never been 1 4 rational behavior... That said, what R U so worried abt? I think I can B trusted not to marry U in a drunken haze again, but I get the impression that's not it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honestly, honey, I don't like feeling this way... You know, actually having feelings... I've grown fond of you, more than I should have & knowing that you don't feel the same bothers me and I was just fooling myself with the idea of there being something more between us.
Vincent (to Poppy): Darling, I know we're both still confused abt us & abt our relationship. I'm not trying 2 put pressure on U. But, I wanted U 2 know I do rlly care 4 U. I know U had doubts & I'm sorry. I didn't mean 2 hurt U. I wanted 2 make sure you knew that. I do care 4 U, Poppy. If U don't want 2 B w/ me, I can accept that. But, pls don't tell me it's b/c I don't care 4 U. (to Mouse) Well, I told her. So, now I just have 2 wait & find out if she wants 2 B "rational" or B 2gether.
Mouse (to Vincent): Maybe, you should simply tell her you want to be with her... girls like that sort of thing... so I'm told. I mean, I know you like being pursued & all, but she strikes me as someone who likes to be chased a little.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, do you actually want to be with me , I mean after this whole marriage debacle? I mean, you said it made you ill.
Vincent (to Poppy): It wasn't the fact I was married 2 U, darling. Opening the envelope and seeing the certificate made me ill. I know every marriage isn't my parents' marriage. U & Mouse both keep reminding me of that. But their marriage started the same way. They drunkenly eloped 2 Vegas, something my mother DELIGHTED in complaining abt. I've tried vry hard 2 escape my family, sweetie. Ran away, changed my name... I wanted 2 B nothing like them. But this was like a kick in the guts, a reminder, an ominous portend of an inherited life I was doomed 2 repeat by my genes. All this is completely irrational, of course. Like I said, things 2 work thru. But, I do care abt U, and I do want 2 B w/ U.
Poppy (to Vincent): I want to be with you too.
Vincent (to Poppy): Shall we try again then? & make a vow 2 avoid all churches, temples or synagogs while inebriated?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I'd like that, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): I wld 2. (to Mouse) Sister dearest, U R a certified genius. TY.
Mouse (to Vincent): I am? That's nice... Wait, why am I genius? No, no... don't tell me, now. I think I need to go lay down. Tell me in the morning... I love you, little brother.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't know what's worse. Walking in on roommate #1 making out w/ 2 dudes, or roommate #2 taking pictures… I'm going to bed.