Vincent Fletcher

Electrician New York Singer Twin of Adam

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

No? No as in you’re okay with that? Right?

[verseless-vincent]

No as in that’s not happening.

[verseless-mike]

Mike laughs shakily. Not in humor.

Vince, come on man…won’t you at least hear me out?

[verseless-vincent]

Adam is gone, Mike.

[verseless-mike]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

He’s run off with your friend, business partner, opponent, whatever - Clay.

[verseless-mike]

I don’t understand.

[verseless-vincent]

Of course you don’t. That’s your problem. You make a mess of people’s lives without a care, selfish interest outweighing moral concern. Is everything a game to you? Do you just play by the rules until they no longer serve you? I didn’t want to play. You dragged me and my brother into your chaos and now you’re going to get us out. No matter what. Consider yourself lucky that I’m still helping you, because this is the last time. So suck it up, use your head, and fix the mess you made, Michael.

[verseless-mike]

…I want my dog back.

[verseless-vincent]

Right. You’ll have Luke home by the end of the day.

[verseless-mike]

Mike is quiet for a few moments gnawing his bottom lip. A thought pops up in his head, even despite being thoroughly chastised.

Are we still friends, Vincent?

[verseless-vincent]

This is all your fault.

The phone abruptly hangs up.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

No? No as in you’re okay with that? Right?

[verseless-vincent]

No as in that’s not happening.

[verseless-mike]

Mike laughs shakily. Not in humor.

Vince, come on man…won’t you at least hear me out?

[verseless-vincent]

Adam is gone, Mike.

[verseless-mike]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

He’s run off with your friend, business partner, opponent, whatever - Clay.

[verseless-mike]

I don’t understand.

[verseless-vincent]

Of course you don’t. That’s your problem. You make a mess of people’s lives without a care, selfish interest outweighing moral concern. Is everything a game to you? Do you just play by the rules until they no longer serve you? I didn’t want to play. You dragged me and my brother into your chaos and now you’re going to get us out. No matter what. Consider yourself lucky that I’m still helping you, because this is the last time. So suck it up, use your head, and fix the mess you made, Michael.

[verseless-mike]

…I want my dog back.

[verseless-vincent]

Right. You’ll have Luke home by the end of the day.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

No? No as in you’re okay with that? Right?

[verseless-vincent]

No as in that’s not happening.

[verseless-mike]

Mike laughs shakily. Not in humor.

Vince, come on man…won’t you at least hear me out?

[verseless-vincent]

Adam is gone, Mike.

[verseless-mike]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

He’s run off with your friend, business partner, opponent, whatever - Clay.

[verseless-mike]

I don’t understand.

[verseless-vincent]

Of course you don’t. That’s your problem. You make a mess of people’s lives without a care, selfish interest outweighing moral concern. Is everything a game to you? Do you just play by the rules until they no longer serve you? I didn’t want to play. You dragged me and my brother into your chaos and now you’re going to get us out. No matter what. Consider yourself lucky that I’m still helping you, because this is the last time. So suck it up, use your head, and fix the mess you made, Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

No? No as in you’re okay with that? Right?

[verseless-vincent]

No as in that’s not happening.

[verseless-mike]

Mike laughs shakily. Not in humor.

Vince, come on man…won’t you at least hear me out?

[verseless-vincent]

Adam is gone, Mike.

[verseless-mike]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

He’s run off with your friend, business partner, opponent, whatever - Clay.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

No? No as in you’re okay with that? Right?

[verseless-vincent]

No as in that’s not happening.

[verseless-mike]

Mike laughs shakily. Not in humor.

Vince, come on man…won’t you at least hear me out?

[verseless-vincent]

Adam is gone, Mike.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

No? No as in you’re okay with that? Right?

[verseless-vincent]

No as in that’s not happening.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-mike]

Mike knits his eyebrows together.

Uh…it’s about our plan, about Clay, and me being…bait. I don’t think I can, you know, be that anymore.

[verseless-vincent]

No.

[verseless-mike]

Sunday Afternoon

Mike picks up the phone and dials the number. It rings for longer than expected but eventually picks up.

Vincent, hey.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve twirls the phone cord around her finger.

Wrong person. Hi Michael.

[verseless-mike]

Mike tenses up.

Maeve?! Seriously? Why are you answering Vincent’s phone?

[verseless-maeve]

Probably because I’m here in his apartment. It’s none of your business actually.

[verseless-mike]

Yes it is! It is. Stop inserting yourself in my life!

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs.

Mike, I am pregnant with your child. I’m going to be apart of your life whether you like it or not.

[verseless-mike]

Mike inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. His voice is strained.

Put Vincent on the phone.

[verseless-maeve]

Mike-

[verseless-mike]

I hate you! I hate you, okay. And I don’t want to talk to you or see you or anything. I’m tired of you. So can you please hand Vincent the phone. I need to speak with him. It’s important and doesn’t concern you.

Silence. And after a moment muffled voices are heard until there’s the sound of the phone being transferred .

[verseless-vincent]

Hello Michael. Why are you calling me?

Vincent’s tone of voice is cold and short.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-maeve]

Why is that?

[verseless-vincent]

Because you believe the friend you’re helping has the purest of intentions, only for you to then realize the reality of the situation is much more bleak, and that you’ve been misled. In all actuality your friend is selfish, extremely so, and you or someone you love becomes their casualty.

[verseless-maeve]

This friend of yours sounds awful.

[verseless-vincent]

I’m talking about Mike.

[verseless-maeve]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

First he comes to us with a request to watch his dog and then before you know it he ropes us into handling his drug dealing dilemma. Something about a dangerous business partner, and needing a go in between, a messenger. My brother volunteered, and soon enough that business partner entrapped and nearly killed him. Mike didn’t care. It was always just about him, what he wanted, what he needed. And now my brother is gone, missing, in danger. And if I never agreed to help Mike none of this would’ve happened.

Vincent doesn’t even realize he’s crying until a tear is felt slipping down his cheeks. He drops his face into his palms.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve scoots closer and places a gentle hand upon Vincent’s back for comfort.

I know all too well how self absorbed Michael can be. He’s hurt a lot of people because of that flaw. I’m sorry about your brother.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent drops his hands but keeps his head lowered.

The only good thing my parents ever did for me was give me Adam. Someone to protect, to take care of, to love. I don’t know what to do without him. I shouldn’t have lost him in this way. It’s not fair.

[verseless-maeve]

No, it’s not fair. I think being without love, being left all alone is the worst possible scenario, especially when it’s forced upon you and you weren’t given a choice or a chance.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent rises and turns his head to face Maeve. They’re close, closer than before. It shouldn’t be an issue but Vincent is off his meds and bitterness fuels his veins. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Maeve’s ear. Vincent leans in and kisses her, delicate yet with intention.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve pulls back startled. Not exactly upset, just shocked. She stares into Vincent’s eyes searching. It’s unclear if she finds what she was looking for. Maeve returns a kiss to Vincent. They open up for each other.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent pushes Maeve gently back on the couch and settles above her. He dislodges them but remains close, lips still brushing.

Should we stop?

He whispers, face impassive.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-maeve]

Why is that?

[verseless-vincent]

Because you believe the friend you’re helping has the purest of intentions, only for you to then realize the reality of the situation is much more bleak, and that you’ve been misled. In all actuality your friend is selfish, extremely so, and you or someone you love becomes their casualty.

[verseless-maeve]

This friend of yours sounds awful.

[verseless-vincent]

I’m talking about Mike.

[verseless-maeve]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

First he comes to us with a request to watch his dog and then before you know it he ropes us into handling his drug dealing dilemma. Something about a dangerous business partner, and needing a go in between, a messenger. My brother volunteered, and soon enough that business partner entrapped and nearly killed him. Mike didn’t care. It was always just about him, what he wanted, what he needed. And now my brother is gone, missing, in danger. And if I never agreed to help Mike none of this would’ve happened.

Vincent doesn’t even realize he’s crying until a tear is felt slipping down his cheeks. He drops his face into his palms.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve scoots closer and places a gentle hand upon Vincent’s back for comfort.

I know all too well how self absorbed Michael can be. He’s hurt a lot of people because of that flaw. I’m sorry about your brother.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent drops his hands but keeps his head lowered.

The only good thing my parents ever did for me was give me Adam. Someone to protect, to take care of, to love. I don’t know what to do without him. I shouldn’t have lost him in this way. It’s not fair.

[verseless-maeve]

No, it’s not fair. I think being without love, being left all alone is the worst possible scenario, especially when it’s forced upon you and you weren’t given a choice or a chance.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent rises and turns his head to face Maeve. They’re close, closer than before. It shouldn’t be an issue but Vincent is off his meds and bitterness fuels his veins. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Maeve’s ear. Vincent leans in and kisses her, delicate yet with intention.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-maeve]

Why is that?

[verseless-vincent]

Because you believe the friend you’re helping has the purest of intentions, only for you to then realize the reality of the situation is much more bleak, and that you’ve been misled. In all actuality your friend is selfish, extremely so, and you or someone you love becomes their casualty.

[verseless-maeve]

This friend of yours sounds awful.

[verseless-vincent]

I’m talking about Mike.

[verseless-maeve]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

First he comes to us with a request to watch his dog and then before you know it he ropes us into handling his drug dealing dilemma. Something about a dangerous business partner, and needing a go in between, a messenger. My brother volunteered, and soon enough that business partner entrapped and nearly killed him. Mike didn’t care. It was always just about him, what he wanted, what he needed. And now my brother is gone, missing, in danger. And if I never agreed to help Mike none of this would’ve happened.

Vincent doesn’t even realize he’s crying until a tear is felt slipping down his cheeks. He drops his face into his palms.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve scoots closer and places a gentle hand upon Vincent’s back for comfort.

I know all too well how self absorbed Michael can be. He’s hurt a lot of people because of that flaw. I’m sorry about your brother.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent drops his hands but keeps his head lowered.

The only good thing my parents ever did for me was give me Adam. Someone to protect, to take care of, to love. I don’t know what to do without him. I shouldn’t have lost him in this way. It’s not fair.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-maeve]

Why is that?

[verseless-vincent]

Because you believe the friend you’re helping has the purest of intentions, only for you to then realize the reality of the situation is much more bleak, and that you’ve been misled. In all actuality your friend is selfish, extremely so, and you or someone you love becomes their casualty.

[verseless-maeve]

This friend of yours sounds awful.

[verseless-vincent]

I’m talking about Mike.

[verseless-maeve]

What?

[verseless-vincent]

First he comes to us with a request to watch his dog and then before you know it he ropes us into handling his drug dealing dilemma. Something about a dangerous business partner, and needing a go in between, a messenger. My brother volunteered, and soon enough that business partner entrapped and nearly killed him. Mike didn’t care. It was always just about him, what he wanted, what he needed. And now my brother is gone, missing, in danger. And if I never agreed to help Mike none of this would’ve happened.

Vincent doesn’t even realize he’s crying until a tear is felt slipping down his cheeks. He drops his face into his palms.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-maeve]

Why is that?

[verseless-vincent]

Because you believe the friend you’re helping has the purest of intentions, only for you to then realize the reality of the situation is much more bleak, and that you’ve been misled. In all actuality your friend is selfish, extremely so, and you or someone you love becomes their casualty.

[verseless-maeve]

This friend of yours sounds awful.

[verseless-vincent]

I’m talking about Mike.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-maeve]

Why is that?

[verseless-vincent]

Because you believe the friend you’re helping has the purest of intentions, only for you to then realize the reality of the situation is much more bleak, and that you’ve been misled. In all actuality your friend is selfish, extremely so, and you or someone you love becomes their casualty.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-maeve]

I don’t like riddles. What’s the worst thing you’ve done? I’ve always thought of you as one of the good guys. I can’t imagine you’d do anything to prove me wrong.

[verseless-vincent]

That question is subjective. I’ve done a multitude of wrong things, letting my anger spiral out of control, growing vengeful. However I think the worst thing I’ve done as of late is choose to help a friend.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve’s eyes soften.

Seriously? Even after knowing what I’ve done?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent leans forward.

Things aren’t just black and white. Humans may be nuanced beings but are also prone to baser impulses. We make mistakes because we can’t help but be driven by our strong baser emotions.

And I know Mike, I know Thomas. They’ve done bad things too, like steal, lie, and drag people into their messes. I could go as far as to say you’re better off without them. But perhaps then I’d be a hypocrite. I’m no good either. Trust me Maeve, there are worse things you can do.

[verseless-vincent]

@verseless-maeve

A rapid knock sounds from the front door. Vincent groans as he sits up from the couch, the room shrouded in darkness, the tv not even on. As Vincent approaches the door he switches on the lights, illuminating the apartment. When Vincent opens the door he is very surprised to see the person on the other side.

Maeve?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve stands with a suitcase propped up next to her. She smiles small, fragile around the edges.

Hi Vincent.

[verseless-vincent]

Hey, what’s wrong? Why did you come here?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve parts her mouth but the words won’t come out. She stalls.

It’s…a long story. Can I come in?

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent nods.

Of course.

He steps aside to let her in. They reconvene on the couch. Vincent turns his body towards Maeve. He’s patient as he waits for her to finally speak, share her tale.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So…um I need a place to stay for a bit. You see, I’m kind of homeless right now.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent’s eyes widen.

Homeless? I thought…did something happen between you and Michael?

[verseless-maeve]

Me and Michael? What are you…

Now it’s Maeve’s turn to widen her eyes.

Oh shit…you don’t know yet do you? Michael and I broke up, like weeks ago.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent raises an eyebrow.

May I ask why?

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve sighs heavily. What’s the point of lying or withholding information anymore? It’s not like she’s got anything left to lose. Except her dignity probably.

Many reasons. But the main one would probably be that I cheated on him with his bandmate. Thomas, I cheated on him with Thomas.

[verseless-vincent]

Oh, wait. No wonder Mike was so quick and vague to dismiss Thomas from their group. Very sudden, and very suspicious. The more you know.

Maeve…that’s…I don’t know what to say.

[verseless-maeve]

Maeve slouches back on the couch and folds her arms across her chest.

You don’t have to say anything, I already know what you’re thinking. That I’m a whore, and a terrible excuse of a person. And to make matters worse I’m pregnant, so there’s that too.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent bolts upright and stares at Maeve incredulously.

You’re pregnant?! Jesus Christ…do you at least know who the father is?

[verseless-maeve]

I do. It’s Mike’s, but as we’ve already established he wants nothing to do with me. It’s also the reason I’ve been kicked out of my current residence, which was Thomas’ apartment. I guess carrying another man’s child really hits a sore spot in some guys.

[verseless-vincent]

Vincent shakes his head, his mouth a firm line.

This is…a lot to take in. But…I’ll let you stay here for as long as you need, Maeve.