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Me & Word Count

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Vincent stepped a little to the side as to not be in the way, as he waited for his order to be completed. The building hadn't changed much. The same people - with exception of a few new employees behind the counter, the same menu (why change what's already fantastic?), the same homey feel of it. The employees always wore smiles, and for that Vincent was thankful for. Because he could be having a frustrating day, but then he would enter the building and the cheerful, home-like atmosphere would somehow lift his mood; even if just a little bit. "How's the mini Lorenzo? She still in school?" Vincent laughed at that. " 'mini Lorenzo'? Wow, that's new. But yes, my sister is still in school." He shook his head and placed his folder on the counter after making sure said counter wasn't damp. "By the way Vince, are you in a hurry this morning?" "No, they--" "Cortado" Vincent stopped as an order was called out, but made a motion to start speaking again. "They called me... And..." Vincent slowly stopped talking when he felt eyes on him, thinking that maybe the person was just waiting for him to finish up. "I'm happy for you, Vincent." The man across the counter coughed and busied himself with orders in attempt to not be pulled into the slight awkwardness that was settling.

"I'm happy for you, Vincent." He stood there for a moment, so busy in processing what this person could be happy for - that it slipped his mind to look at the female who had begun to retreat. The voice sounded quite familiar to him. Even though he hadn't heard it in years, it would probably always be one of those voices that he wouldn't forget. How could he? It was his first real love. Shaking his head and chuckling at his foolishness - she wasn't even in town, so why would he imagine hearing her? "Vince?" The brown-eyed male blinked rapidly and smiled his thanks as he took his order. Turning around, his eyes went to the table he sat at every time he actually had enough time to sit down. Though as his eyes stopped at the regular table, he was met with a surprising sight. It was taken. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. That table was never taken. It hadn't been taken ever since he and Abigail had claimed it for their own. Same as they had done in a corner in the library, and a tree in the park. Well, they had enjoyed claiming spots as 'theirs'. Shaking his head, he rolled his shoulders and walked over to the table, oblivious to who was actually sitting there. "Hi there." He greeted, slipping into a seat. "If you'd rather be alone, just let me know. I can move. But I can guarantee I probably won't be much of a conversation. Work and all." He lifted up his folder with a light smile.

Vincent still hadn't met the eyes of the female on the other side of the table, and he wasn't intending to. His mind was obviously playing tricks on him and he wasn't liking it at all. For once in his life, he was doing something his father actually approved - not that he cared much for his father's approval. He never had, and the moment his father made him end things with Abigail - he knew he would never care for his father's approval. But right now, his father approved of his job; granted it wasn't as big a job as expected, but it was business. And his father approved of the woman he married, which surprised him. He never thought he would find someone his father approved of, but he did, and a few dates and a steady relationship later, they were married. It was weird, if he stopped to think about it. So he never did, he didn't take the time to think about it - because he was worried that if he did, then he would start to doubt things. Because he was married and had a steady job. He was happy. Wasn't he?

Brown eyes were fixed upon his folder as he opened it and pulled out some files. Furrowing his brow, he twirled the ring that was situated on his ring finger as he read the paper in front of him. Sighing, he paused and took off his glasses to rub at his eyes briefly. "I'm not very lucky, apparently." Vincent chuckled a bit, setting the pen on top of the paper. "I wake up nice and early because I promised I'd come in early, and boom. I don't need to come in at all." He yawned a bit. "Maybe I should just go home and sleep some more..." He mumbled to himself, eying the papers he'd set out in front of him.Taking a sip from his coffee, he finally decided to allow his eyes to drift upwards to the female sitting across from him, and he instantly regretted it.

Vincent's hands immediately went to stuff the papers back into his folder. "Oh god. I'm sorry... I didn't..." He mumbled, giving her a weak smile. "I uh..." Vincent stood up, folder under his arm and his cup in one hand. "Um... Thank you... For the... The uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. He was referring to the "I'm happy for you" that she'd given him earlier. "Um... You're back in town... Welcome back?" He offered up, unsure about the whole thing. This was exactly why he tried to think about it as little as possible, when he it made his mind almost completely shut down. He couldn't afford to have his mind shut down, because then Elle would doubt his love for her. Hell, he would probably start doubting it if his mind 'shut down' a lot. Vincent took a tentative sip from his coffee. "How's life?" He said after he regained whatever composure he could.

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ooc;; not a problem. a part of me has missed these guys. c:
awh thanks, I don't have any of the fancy programs that most people use, but I try my best with what I got.

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Me & Word Count

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Vincent didn't know why it took so long for him to actually look at the person whose table he was invading. It was a bitter kind of humor, that it ended up being the one person he would rather not run into. He wouldn't have gotten up so quickly, not normally; but with everything that had happened in between the two, he didn't see how he could stay sitting. That's how he found himself all but jumping to his feet, folder under his arm and coffee mug in hand. He regretted looking across the table the moment his brown eyes caught sight of the female. Not in the sense that he hated her, because he didn't. He couldn't. But he'd hurt her and he knew it. It had hurt him too. "Um... Thank you... For the... The uh..." He wasn't entirely sure what to call the group of words she had given him earlier. They weren't like 'congratulations on the wedding' but rather just a simple, 'I'm happy for you'. And yet, the moment she offered up a word to help him out - he found himself nodding in agreement, even though he'd just come to the conclusion that it hadn't really been a full on congratulations. That was usually how it had been, it was always so much simpler - just agreeing with her. Because if he did that, he usually avoided making her upset or bring out the pout. Once again, now years later, he still found that it was much easier agreeing with her than to keep trying to find whatever word he was looking for. "You're welcome." Good. Good. Now that the awkward 'looking for the right word' thing was done, he settled for a nod before shifting on his feet.

"Um... You're back in town..." He almost rolled his eyes at his observation. Or course she was back in town. She was sitting right there, wasn't she? "Welcome back?" He would have said it with more confidence, but he wasn't sure if she would accept his welcome. Not that it was much of a welcome anyways. Vincent took a sip of his coffee, allowing his eyes do flit over to the man behind the counter - who was watching him with curiosity, but there was pity there as well. Almost like the man felt sorry for one of the two. He almost scoffed at that, but then he figured that if he was behind the counter - watching two exes awkwardly communicate, he might feel sorry for them as well. "How's life?" He could have kicked himself for it. He hadn't actually wanted to ask the question like that, it just; slipped out. Vincent had meant to say it in a way that asked how she was doing, with work and things like that. Well, maybe he was a little curious to know if she'd found anyone - but he wasn't about to ask that. Nope. He had no right to, he was a married man.

The smile that was sent his way was a little unexpected, but the moment he recovered from the brief moment of surprise - he returned a small smile. It might have looked a bit awkward; seeing as that was what he felt on the inside, but at least he offered one, right? He shifted his grip on his mug and nodded a bit when she began to speak. Was that... That was an accent. She had an accent. Since when did Abigail have an accent? "Your mother isn't well?" He was a little surprised. Not that he should be, he didn't have many friends to converse with about what was going on around town - but part of him thought that maybe he would have somehow heard if Mrs. Forester was unwell. She was married to a well known man after all. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to her just in time to hear her speak again. Congress. He nodded for a moment before staring at her in surprise. Did she say congress? "Congress? Like... politics?" He queried, blinking a bit as it sunk in. "What happened to physics? Your science dream?" He'd asked before it actually registered what he was saying. He'd pretty much asked her why she just gave up her dream - and with the big falling out the two of them had, he didn't think he needed to know. He didn't know her well enough anymore to be able to claim a right to an answer. "Never mind."

Vincent took a sip from his coffee, letting his eyes lower from looking at her face when the glint of jewelry. Brown eyes looked over the edge of his mug, trying to figure out what finger she had that ring on. "How are you doing Vincent?" He barely heard the question, and he only made sense of the question when her second question was made known. "How's your wife?" Shaking his head to clear his racing thoughts, he smiled softly. "I'm well. Haven't exactly strayed too far from our humble town." He shrugged a bit. "Well paying job. A bit on the boring side, but it pays the bills." Vincent laughed at her last question. Like actually laughed. Kids? She considered that he might have children? "No. No children." Vincent finished off his coffee, shifting his grip on the now empty mug. "With both our jobs, I don't know if Elle and I could manage." He explained with a shrug. Vincent knew that his wife wanted children, he could see it whenever she would light up around little kids when they went for walks in the park. He just wasn't ready. "Besides. I'm not too sure how well I'd do. Didn't have that great of a role model."

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ooc;; not too great of a post. I'm not entirely sure if I gave you enough to work with. If need be, I can edit it.

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Me & Word Count

okie... this took a while, but I've finally started on a response.

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Vincent nodded slowly as Abigail spoke of her mother. It was always saddening - whether one got along with them or not - when one's parent's fell ill. "I'm um..." He paused, the glint on her finger catching his eyes again. "I'm sorry about your mother." He finally finished, bringing his eyes from her hand to her face once more. He also felt sorry about her father, but he knew better than to bring it up. They always used to get riled up when they discussed their situation of parental love, or lack thereof - more specifically their fathers; so they learned pretty quickly to simply leave that topic to the dust, occasionally brushing over it if they so desired. Vincent gave a hum of acknowledgement as she dismissed the topic with a wave of her hand. Surely she knew him better than that, once something had been mentioned - especially something consisting of parents, seeing as his own childhood had been eventful - he would ponder over it for a while after the initial upbringing of the topic. It was just how he was, how it'd always been. Even if they left on a bad note and hadn't seen each other for years, he would still think of it as he made his way through his day whether he wanted to or not.

He found himself surprised - not pleasantly so, but not angry either considering it wasn't his life, when she mentioned that she didn't actually follow through with her science dream. She'd always said she wanted to go into science, physics. Then he would tease her and ask if she wouldn't rather want to go into business like her father, she'd toss back a retort and they would end with simply saying that they could do without the politics that came with a business style job. Now there she was, a job in politics. He was surprised, as he should be. Anyone from their graduating class would be, they all knew that science was her dream. That was the place where her brain flourished. The question of why escaped his lips before his mind even registered what he was saying, and by the time he uttered a "Never mind." to let her know she didn't have to tell him because he actually had no right to know, she'd already gotten to the middle of her answer and he felt a little bad for interrupting her answer; but part of him wasn't sure if he actually wanted to hear what she was going to tell him. So he was a bit relieved when she nodded and didn't continue on the matter.

For normal conversations, the silence that followed each question in which the other person would think of an answer or the silence that followed the answer as further questions were thought up, was pleasant. The only thing was, this wasn't a normal conversation. No, this was an awkward conversation between two ex's. He would have just left the moment he realized that it was her, had he not already been sitting with her and chattering away. But because he'd already begun to converse - if you could call it that, with her; he deemed it rude to just walk away simply because he didn't know what to do. So he stayed, he stayed and allowed himself to endure one of the most uncomfortable conversations he'd had in a while. The silence would drive him crazy if it kept going. Not once had he ever heard silence quite this loud, and it made him shift on his feet once more. He would have busied himself with taking a sip from his drink, but he'd done that so much within the course of the conversation that he was left holding an empty mug until one of them decided to break the silence. I could just say goodbye and walk away... He was thinking to himself. Though as he prepared to do just that, Abigail broke the silence between them.

She queried about his well-being, about his wife, whether or not he had kids. The last one made him laugh. He didn't want kids, not now - he wasn't ready, nor did he deem himself fit to be a proper dad. As he answered, he heard her say something. What exactly it was, he wasn't sure; but he heard. He pondered on what she could have possibly said, and then he got it; out of her whisper, he'd only heard one word: father, and then he decided that he didn't need to know what she said. With that in mind, he answered her question about whether or not they had kids with an ease that came with practice. People asked him and his wife if they had children yet all the time, so he became accustomed to laughing a bit and saying that no, they didn't have kids and would probably not have any for quite some time. Saying that both he and Elle worked tiring jobs, not mentioning that Elle would probably quit her job if a child came into the picture.

Vincent looked at her curiously as she spoke, his curiosity only deepened when she was abruptly cut off by the ring of her phone. He would wait, he decided, until she was done speaking to whomever wanted to chat with her so that he could hear what she had been about to say. Granted, he found himself wondering if he would regret that later on just like he somewhat regretted not leaving when he'd realized who he'd taken a seat by. Of course, he found himself forgetting about his thoughts that consisted of whether to stay or leave, and instead wondered who she could be talking to that would make her spirits lift like that. There was a time where if that happened to her, everyone around her would simply smile and say "Oh, Vincent must be calling her." But that was not the case now, because he wasn't calling her, and even if he did, her face would not brighten like that; not with how they left things between them. Watching her face soften as she spoke, his eyes once more drifted to her hand. He could finally see - clearly we might add - which finger that ring was on. He briefly wished that he hadn't seen that, but that thought ended with him mentally scolding himself for thinking that. He was a married man for goodness sakes! A simple ring should not affect him like that, even if it was on the ring finger of his old love. He refused to let it affect him. He would go home, and he'd snuggle on the couch with his wife and simply forget that this day ever happened. Well, he would try to forget anyways. But he knew better than anyone how difficult that would prove to be. It had taken him a long time to forget and move on, even then; he'd never truly forgotten - simply pushed it to the far reaches of his mind.

Brown eyes followed her as she made her way to the counter to return the cup. He could still hear her end of the conversation, the coffee shop wasn't all too big and if it was as silent as it always was in the mornings - you didn't have to try very hard to hear someone's conversation. "I lov--" Was she going to say 'I love you' or was she going to tell this person something that she loved to do? Loved to receive? Favorite place to go? Shaking his head, he set his mug on the counter as well. Why was he still thinking about it? He had no right to let it affect him as much as it was.

The ring. The unfinished sentence. Was she married? Engaged? She congratulated him, should he do the same to her? It only seemed fair. So that was how he found himself poking his head out of the door. "Abigail?" He called out, seeing her fishing for her car keys. "Congrats on the uh..." What was it? Engagement? Marriage? "The ring. Congratulations." Was how he finally ended up going about the comment. He wasn't sure if she wanted his well wishes, or if she simply wanted him to leave, but it never hurt to offer it up. "I won't keep you if you need to leave, I just wanted to say congrats." He was about to retreat to the warmth of the coffee shop once more when a thought dawned on him. "Give your mother my regards, yes?" He'd never gotten along with her parents, but he never remembered her mother being as outright difficult as her father had been. Vincent considered making cookies or something and bringing it over there as a 'people are thinking of you' type of thing for her mother, but he wasn't too sure if that would be well received by the woman - so he probably wouldn't do that. Vincent gave a small, awkward smile. That was how it seemed things would remain between them, awkward. He remembered a time when they couldn't stop talking - now they struggled with finding the few words to say. He knew he should probably let her go, but part of him - the part that he frequently found himself arguing with, didn't want her to go. "How long have you been together?" He found himself asking, usually it registered when he said something he probably shouldn't have, but not this time. This time he simply smiled - like he was genuinely curious. And in a sense he was, maybe this man could be better for her than he had been. He'd brought so much heartache, but every time he brought it up - she'd always tell him that it was okay, that as long as she had him everything would be alright. So then, how was she now? Now that she didn't have him, was she alright. Happy?

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ooc;;

[KittySongLUVsJONASBoys]

Me & Word Count

the extent to which I can ramble with this charrie amazes me sometimes.finished January 3

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Vincent wasn't all to sure why he found himself compelled to congratulate her on whatever it was that the ring meant. He hadn't known what to say when they were awkwardly sitting across from each other inside simply because he hadn't looked close enough at the person before taking the seat. Even with him being slightly - maybe a bit more than slightly now that he thought about it - uncomfortable and awkward as they stumbled through a forced [most likely] conversation, for some reason unbeknownst to him; it seemed he wanted to prolong the awkwardness. Maybe it was foolish of him, him being a married man and all, to want to talk to her - but was there really harm in such a thing? If it was innocent, then it was okay, right? If all they did was talk, maybe reminisce about... What would they reminisce over? Most of their memories involved the other, and most of those brought with them a heartache that he'd rather forget than remember. So then, maybe it was better that between the two of them they couldn't hold a proper conversation anymore.

Maybe his reason for congratulating her was simply a return of the favour she'd given him, congratulating him on his marriage that really wasn't anything new anymore. Well, to him it wasn't a congratulations as much as it had been her simply stating that she was happy for him. Though when he had been at a loss for words - which seemed to happen now more than it used to - she'd offered up that yes, it was meant to be taken as a congratulations. Even after they'd gotten the topic of his marriage out of the way, the awkwardness had stayed throughout their, conversation if you could call it that - and it was still there. One would think, that he would leave after specifically saying that he didn't want to keep her if she had somewhere to be. But as she continued to dig around for her keys, he found himself saying more. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he should let her go - but another part of him was telling him that he had to know. That he couldn't let her leave without at least asking, and if she didn't want to tell him - then that was that. So he did just that, he asked.

"How long have you been together?" The moment the question passed his lips would have normally been about the time where he would mentally slap himself for asking something he didn't really have much of a right to know. Especially seeing as she obviously had somewhere to get to, after all, why else would she seem in such a rush to leave. Other than the nagging idea that maybe he was the reason she was hurrying to escape. He didn't want to think about that, so he instead allowed himself to think that maybe she was going to meet with her mystery caller. Brown eyes watched her as she seemed reluctant to answer his question and he frowned. Maybe he should have listened to the part of him that had been telling him to leave her be, that may have been the better idea. Though, despite the hesitance, she answered. A year and a half. They'd been together for a year and a half, hardly anything to be proud of - although these days the length of dating wasn't really something to be worked up about. He wanted to chuckle, to say that they'd been together for way longer than that and maybe toss a joke into the air - but somehow, he remembered that maybe that would only prove to make things worse. So in the silence that settled, he nodded slowly and gave her a small smile. "Well... It was nice running into you again. Take care Abigail."

"Vincent!" It was his turn to stop in mid movement as her voice reached his ears. He blinked in surprise a few times at the question that flowed past her lips. Had he heard her right? Was she inviting him over? Honestly and truly? Vincent followed her movements in silence as she walked towards him, a slip of paper in her hand. He was rather curious as to what the paper contained, so when it was held out to him, his curiosity got the better of him and he gingerly took it from her grasp with a small nod. Clearing his throat a bit as he searched for his voice, he smiled softly. "Thank you." And there it was. After all that, the only thing he could manage was a thank you. Waving a bit as she made her way to her car once more, he disappeared back into the building to retrieve his folder which he'd left on the counter in his hurry to catch her before she'd left. He didn't think there would be an issue with a friendly get-together - besides, her mother would be there so it wasn't like they would be alone. Vincent wondered briefly, if his wife would have a problem with it. After all, this was Abigail, but after contemplating it for a moment he decided that no, she shouldn't have a problem because nothing was going to happen. He was a faithful husband. Of course he was. Besides, he could simply choose not to tell her, she was still at school and he was never home when she returned at three anyways. If she asked, he would tell her, otherwise no.

Saying his farewells to the employees, he wandered out to his car. Unlocking his car, he gently placed his folder on the passenger side and began to make his way home. He could give his wife a proper goodbye rather than just rushing off if she was still home, then he could change into something less... Business like, seeing that he didn't need to go to work after all. And then he could wait for one to roll around before he would make his way over to where Abigail was staying. The whole way home, he was weighing the pros and cons of actually accepting the offer for lunch. So far, the mere awkwardness that seemed to enjoy engulfing the two was outweighing the pros. And yet, he still couldn't bring himself to say no.

Walking through the door, he looked around at the empty house and sighed. Maybe his wife wanted an earlier start as well. "Guess it's just you and me until I've got to go, hmm?" He ruffled the ears of his collie before moving to the closet to replace his work outfit with something a little more casual. Donning a t-shirt and sweats for the time being, he decided he would clean the place a bit as he waited to pass the time - although that didn't take too long, given the already relative cleanliness of the place. So he took to reading a book until it was time to change into something he would go out in and head off.

A few minutes before one, he found himself sitting in his car in the driveway of her house. Vincent was debating whether or not he wanted to go in yet. It was undoubtedly too late to back out, because his car wasn't silent, so she would have noticed him arriving. And even if he had changed his mind, he wasn't a jerk. So he wasn't going to leave, in case she had seen him. Now it was just a matter of gathering his wits and working up the composure to walk up to the door.

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ooc;; it started out fine... but then it kind of fizzled out.

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Me & Word Count

it's been ten days since I decided to attempt and post for this charrie. ten day's later that I'm actually starting to write something... friday 24 january

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Trying to find the courage to actually step out of the car, Vincent found himself looking around at the house and the few flowers scattered about. He remembered asking his own mother if they could have a garden of their own - after seeing all the houses with their cute little gardens. He had wanted to plant the flowers himself, but his parents would have none of that. They simply told him he had better things to do with his time and education and hired a gardener to plant and tend to the flowers; so really all he could do was admire the flower garden in secret and wish it was he who laboured to decorate their front lawn with the pretty flora. The flowers that rested on this lawn seemed a bit, not as bright or lively as it could be, but it was still rather pretty - in it's own, slightly dead way.

Vincent sighed and was wishing he'd brought his dog along. He always seemed to be a bit less nervous to do things if he had his canine friend with him - but he wasn't sure if his dog would be allowed inside because, even though she was a bigger dog, she was still used to being indoors. Running his hand through his hair, he wondered if he should have brought something. Maybe it would have been more polite if he would have brought a little something to add to their lunch? He'd always been taught, if you were going to a party, bring something for the host - but then, this wasn't exactly a party. So, did that rule count for a little get together as well? Would it be considered rude that he didn't have something? Maybe not by Abigail, but what of her mother? Last he checked, her parents didn't enjoy his company.

He groaned and rested his head on the steering wheel. What was he doing? He was setting himself up for disaster, was he not? Was there really anything good that could come from spending a lunch with a woman who might still not enjoy his company and his ex? Normally no, normally it was only a recipe for more pain. So then, was that what they were doing? Preparing themselves to get hurt again? He hoped not. Maybe he was over thinking it. His best friend always liked to tease him for that, he didn't over think many things - but when he did, he really over thought it.

Gathering his thoughts, he lifted his head from the steering wheel to see an open front door. Returning the slight wave, he removed his keys from the ignition and stepped out of his car. If she was standing there, waiting for him then it wasn't really polite to stay seated in his car. Pocketing his keys, he strolled over to the entrance and gave a small smile. "Thank you for inviting me." Was his reply, as he looked around with a bit more attention than earlier, now that he was out of his car.

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ooc;; so I guess it's good that you're on the move. cause this took quite a while to get up... oops?

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Me & Word Count

oh good gracious... I completely forgot to post this one... it's the 16 of June now... oops?

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Vincent smiled a bit at her response, giving a nod as he stepped fully into the house to allow her to close the door behind him. "I imagine it would." He murmured in agreement; glancing around, paying close attention that bordered on curiosity to the paintings. It made sense that it would get lonely around here if it was just the two of them. He imagined if he'd go home and it was just him and his mother, that it would get pretty lonesome. He never had the best relationship with his mother. His father was completely out of the question, but his mother; that one could have been saved. Just not now, now it was too late. Sure, if she fell ill then he would go and help her - he wasn't heartless. No matter what, she was still his mother and so if she needed help, he'd do it. But he couldn't see them ever salvaging the remains of a mother-son bond. So, he could try to imagine what it'd be like, the loneliness. The only thing was, he couldn't really know what that was like - because if he went home, it wouldn't be just him and his mother, his sister would be there as well. Even now, when it was just him and his wife - it wasn't that lonesome, at least not for him. He figured she didn't like the empty house, and every time she discreetly brought it up, he'd do his best to act like he didn't notice. He knew that she'd want children eventually, most women do - he simply kept telling himself that his reason for not wanting children was that he just wasn't ready.

Words reaching his ears, he paused from examining a painting to nod, although he didn't follow right behind. He didn't think it'd be too much of a big deal, he was only admiring the painting after all; it wasn't like he was going to do something awful. He was raised to know better than that. Besides, that particular painting was intriguing and he wanted to look at it a little bit longer. Finally pulling his eyes from the colours, he turned and walked to the door, pausing slightly as he heard the exchange of words between mother and daughter - it was nice, and something that probably wouldn't be heard in the Lorenzo house. Not his, rather his parents house - they still had his sister to look after, but a friendly exchange of words never was a strong point for his parents. Not with him, and most definitely not with his sister. His parent's had at least tried - somewhat - with him. They'd only wanted one child, a boy. So when his sister came along, it was almost up to Vincent to care for her. Sure, his mother fed Al and such - but when it came to loving and actually caring for his sister; he took that on. He'd changed her diapers, fed her when she switched to a bottle, to baby food and then to normal food, he'd given her baths and loved her. So maybe, he was ready for a child. He'd loved his sister even though he didn't know the love of a father, but whatever his thoughts... He wasn't ready to admit that he might be ready for children.

Pushing through the doorway, he paused when eyes landed on him and he offered up a small smile - a bit wary seeing as he distinctly remembered never being quite welcome in the house. Though the woman greeted him as if no bad blood had ever passed between the two families and he wanted to relax, really he did - however the thought of being in the exact house that he'd been forbidden from was still tugging at him uncomfortably. His father had forbade him to even go near the house, not that it had ever been much of an issue. Because if the man of the house had seen Vincent nearby, he would make sure he knew he wasn't welcome. He took a few steps towards the chair that had been offered to him before Abigail was at his side, leaving him to nod slightly at her words. Though he visibly relaxed some when she mentioned that her father wasn't around. That small sentence, however insignificant it would be for someone else - pushed away some of that uncomfortable tugging he'd felt earlier. So with a nod, he sat down in the chair that had been pulled out and offered a smile to the woman.

Watching a bit as Abigail hovered about, retrieving platters and plates before she joined them at the table. At her words, he smiled a bit and after some thought, he gingerly took a sandwich. "As I was telling Abigail before. I do appreciate you opening up your home to me. I quite didn't know what to do with myself when I was told I didn't have to go in to work." He smiled politely before taking a bite of the sandwich. Vincent glanced at Abigail, and for a moment, he wondered what she was thinking - but he brushed it off. There had been a moment when he rarely had to ask what she was thinking about, he knew her so well; that he just, knew. The young man gave his head a light shake, marveling silently at how easy it was to lose touch with someone you had once been quite close with. "You have a lovely home." He murmured, eyes glancing around every so often.

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Me & Word Count

let's not let this one take so long to post, eh?
I need to get back into the swing of things - I hope I'll be able to ramble nicely with this OC again.

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A small smile tugged at his lips as he listened to the female. "Well, living on one's own helps to not take all of this," Vincent waved a hand at the house. "For granted. If I went home, I probably wouldn't let the maid do anything either." He said with a slight chuckle, still feeling a bit odd to make such a sound in the house he'd never been allowed to set foot in. But such was life, you grew older and the problems of one's youth seemed to fade away suddenly. Although his wasn't so suddenly, he wasn't even sure if they were completely gone. While he didn't need to worry about his father's opinion on his lover, he now had to find ways to avoid having the child talk with the woman his father actually approved of.

The brown eyed male noticed the sudden stop, but he wasn't about to say anything about it. He'd learned that with families like hers and his, there were just certain things you did not talk about in such a casual way as around the lunch table. Although when the woman continued, he wondered if he would have preferred whatever topic she had been heading towards before Abigail stopped her - because he didn't quite enjoy the talk of children, not anymore. He stopped enjoyed that talk the moment his wife showed an interest in the little tykes. "Elle? She's lovely. She teaches at the middle school now." He murmured, taking a bite of his sandwich. When she continued, he gave a small laugh. Albeit, a bit lacking in genuine humour, but he tried. "No ma'am. No children yet. I don't know how well we'd do. Elle loves her job." He shrugged, he wasn't lying. Elle did love her job, but she mentioned that part of the reason she loved it so much was the children - it had been one of her bigger hints at wanting a family. Said she would give it up though, if she had kids of her own - another hint. Vincent pretended not to notice the underlying meaning of his wife's hints.

"Cherry? Yes, she still has a lot of energy. But she's mellowed out some as she's grown out of the pup age." Vincent smiled then, actually smiled. He loved his dog. If he'd been particularly upset about his father, he used to clip on a leash to her collar and the two of them would run. They ran like if they ran hard enough, the feud between their families couldn't catch up. Of course that was never true, but it had always made him feel better. A small nod was given when she asked about his parents. "Still together, yes." Not a whole lot of love in the house, but the two were still together. He wondered, if his parents would ever change their attitude like Abigail's mother had. He hoped so, but he found it to be quite unlikely.

Jumping a bit when the door closed suddenly, he looked in the direction the female had gone before returning his gaze to the woman. "Is she okay?" He asked, not too sure if Abigail would welcome his company if he'd follow after her to see if she was alright.

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[KittySongLUVsJONASBoys]

Me & Word Count

I have finally tackled the mess that was under my bed. I feel accomplished.

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Vincent stood up as well, offering up his arm to help the woman. A frown slipped onto his face at her words. That was true for most women, but not Abigail. She was strong. Always had been. She always stayed strong where most women would fall. That had been one of the things he had admired about her, she stayed strong through a lot of things when everyone expected her to break. So while he nodded a bit, he didn't agree with her. Vincent figured she was talking about Abigail, and he didn't think that applied to her.

The brown eyed male looked to the older woman, narrowed in confusion as she spoke. Wounds? What wounds? Was she hurt? Had she been physically hurt by someone? Had she been physically hurt when they'd been dating? She didn't stop though, and at her next words Vincent found himself shaking his head. He never wondered. He had never focused much on what she wore. He thought she was beautiful either way, so he hadn't paid much mind to why she didn't wear shorts or dresses. Vincent had always been content with whatever they decided to do, so he never complained when she didn't want to go to the pool. Some days, he offered to study with her; while others he just offered to take her out. "I never paid much mind to looks..." He murmured, looking at her again when she spoke of her husband.

A small nod was given, but he didn't say anything - he didn't want to seem rude, and interrupting was definitely rude. Another? Did she mean another man who wasn't very kind? He wanted to ask, but he wasn't sure it was his place anymore. If he and Abigail were still friends, then maybe, but they'd met for the first time in years; he hardly considered that to be friends anymore. So he stayed silent, despite wanting to know about this "another" that was just as bad. When she moved, he reached out instinctively but retracted his hands almost immediately. If the air wasn't so serious, he would have laughed at the "little boy" comment. He hadn't been called that in a long time. Vincent wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure where he could add his comments so he didn't. Just listened and watched as she retreated. Before he knew it, she was gone and he was left to think.

Live by his what? Did she mean his mistakes? He wasn't living by his mistakes. Well, he was living with the mistake of ending things with Abigail and marrying someone else, but that wasn't exactly something he could go back on. Was it? Divorce was an ugly thing. No! He shook his head rapidly, appalled that he would ever think of such a topic. But his mistake had led him to lose one of the most important people in his life. They could still be friends, could they not? She was, after all, with someone else. So it wasn't like anything would happen, even if it could. So friends seemed like a good idea.

That was how the brown eyed male found himself stepping out of the house as well, wandering around until his eyes caught sight of Abigail. Hesitantly walking up to her, he slowly placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright, Abigail?"

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