Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "If you want, I don't mind it" he told her. He leaned forwards a bit since he was a bit taller than her. To be honest, hiding the fact that Vincent was White Cat, how would he be able to do this? Especially if he knew that A.J. was wanting to stay at his place for a while. And the fact that his house was right next door, how was he going to hide the mask? Oh, that's right, the old trunk that his grandfather gave him. He could use that. Besides, it needed a key anyways so it was a easy place to store his Cat stuff. He listened to A.J. then slowly being careful on his words said, "We'll, do what you think your heart wants. You can't always let your mind make the decisions, your heart holds all the answers" he said, patting his chest where his heart was. "If you listen to that, then it will always point you in the right direction." he smiled, even though A.J. could not see it behind his mask.<br/><br/>"Well, I should head off. It's a late night. I'll see you later, Miss Johnson" he nodded his head, and left the house. The best way to get to his house without being spotted, was jumping through the neighbors lawns. So, he ran all the way down the street, turned a corner, and secretly started to jump through people's backyards. He did this quickly to make sure he wasn't spotted. Once he made it to his own house, he snuck through the back door. It was dark in his house, so he turned on a couple of lights, taking off his mask and slingshot with the bag of pebbles. He went off down the hallway and into his bedroom where there was the chest that his grandfather had given him at the edge of his bed. He opened up his dresser where the key was hidden and went to the chest, getting down on his knees and unlocking it. He opened it and started to put all the cat things into it. Mask, Slingshot, Bag of Pebbles." Then he closed the chest and locked it again, stashing it into his dresser.<br/><br/>He dressed out of his current clothes and into a pair of camouflage pajama pants and a white t-shirt. The clothes he use to wear, was now in the dirty clothes hamper. Sighing, he left his room and went to go lie down on the couch, the tv was turned off. The lights were on though. The only thing strange about it was that A.J. had a key to his house. Since they were close friends, Vincent didn't really care much if A.J. came over or not. They were friends, so it was normal for them. Vincent lied there on the couch, tired as he stared up at the ceiling.