Vincent Says

Ricciana's POV: I was chilling out here on my terrace, drinking an iced tea, when a cute five-year-old boy came and jumped at me and kissed my face endlessly. "Stop licking my face, little pup." I joked, which caused him to pout while crossing his arms to his chest. "I'm not a puppy, I'm a grown man already. I can actually protect you from burglars." He said proudly. I laughed at his cuteness and pinched his chubby cheeks. "Fine, mister grown man." I said, then tickled his tummy. He giggled and laughed when I touched his oversensitive tummy. He's the most ticklish kid I've ever known. "Mommy, when will you and papa Dale get married? I was hoping to have a baby sister right after you two get married." My boy blurted out all of a sudden. That caught me off guard. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I clarified in disbelief. Where did he get these ideas? Dale and I are not even dating. "My classmate's mom has remarried, and he's having a baby sister in two months. I want a baby sister also, and papa Dale would be a great dad to both of us and a great husband for you." Alivor said while fidgeting with his little fingers. His unthinkable thoughts and cute actions made me smile. My baby boy is growing into an intelligent young man. He's a complete copy of his father. "You see, baby. Papa Dale and I are not a couple. We're simply friends, he supports us, we support him. We're like brothers and sisters already, we can't get married." I explained and laughed awkwardly at the end. "Hmm. Fine." He gave up. That's new. He usually argues with me on almost everything. I put him down in the chair beside me and took a sip of my tea when he spoke. "Then, how about marrying my dad?" Alivor says, smiling from ear to ear. I coughed out the tea in no time with what he said. I can't believe he said that. What the f*ck is wrong with my son? Flashbacks of my life way back in high school flooded me. ***** "Ricci, please. We'll just hang out at Marco's place." Becca says, pulling my arms up so I would come off my bed. "I don't want to go. I need to sleep, I need to replenish the energy I spent on the exams last week." I reasoned. The truth is, I don't want to see Marco. He'll just keep on pestering me and saying that he loves me like how I love to sleep. Well, as for me, I don't like him even a bit. It's enough that I considered him a friend. "I had already asked Aunt Reann to let you out, and she said yes. So get up now, and let's go." Becca demanded. "I don't want to go, and you know why. So stop pestering me, Becca. Knowing you, you'll just leave me there with Marco the weirdo and flirt with his older brother, who's very annoying as well." I ranted under my pillow. She didn't respond and stayed silent. I slowly peaked at my pillow and saw her about to cry. "F*ck you, Becca." I hissed, then got up. I rummage my closet for sweatpants and a white T-shirt. When I got down to our living room, Becca was already waiting for me. A tall mature guy was standing near the front door, his back facing me. Wearing gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt like mine. W. T. F. "Finally, she's down." Becca said with a sigh of relief. The man turned around and smiled. "Hey, nerd." He greeted me and ruined my braided hair. "I spent a lot of minutes doing these braids, st*p*d *ss." I hissed and untied my hair. Got no other choice but to tie it up into a ponytail. He just chuckled and headed out first. "Mom, we're going to Marco's place. Bye." I shouted right before I closed the door. It happened that Vincent was about to go home when he passed by our house and saw Becca walking along our lawn. They talked and decided we would go to their house together. I was about to open the door in the backseat when Vincent talked. "Passenger seat, Ricci." He stated, causing Becca to retreat awkwardly from the passenger seat door. "I want to sit here with Becca." I said, and got inside the backseat beside Becca. "Fine." He just responded before turning on the engine of his pickup. We're all in silence along the way to their house. I caught a glimpse of Vincent looking at me from the mirror. What's wrong with him? I diverted my attention to the big houses we passed by. Vincent and Marco are blessed to have parents who could afford to buy a big house with lots of space. "We're almost there, girls." Vincent informed us. "How old are you again, Vincent?" Becca asked. She seemed to be so interested in him. I can't even see what she likes in him. "Twenty-one, why?" He says as he unbuckles his seatbelt while looking at us in the mirror hanging at the top of his dashboard. "Nothing, I never realized that you're five years older than us." Becca said, eyeing him from up to down. Oh, God. She's starting to flirt with him. We're walking along their lawn with Vincent leading the way. I pulled Becca to my side and made a face. "Stop it, Becca. You're gonna embarrass us." I stated jokingly. We both giggled and didn't notice Vincent stopping. I bumped my forehead on his back, which caused him to stiffen. He looked back at me with a serious face. "Sorry." I apologize sheepishly. When the door opened, we were greeted by the smile of a guy that shone across the whole neighborhood. "Hi Ricci!" He chirped, then pulled me in a hug. I awkwardly tapped his shoulder, but he didn't budge. I was about to push him when an arm snaked at my waist and pushed Marco away lightly. "You're going to squish her, little brother." Vincent says before letting go of me. "So where are we gonna hangout Marco?" Becca intercepts. "Oh, at the pool." Marco said freely, which caused Becca to squeal like a kid. "Wait, we're going swimming? I haven't brought any spare clothes." I whined. I don't like swimming. I hate swimming. "I'll lend you some. My mom got a lot of girls' clothes inside her wardrobe." Marco said without hesitation. "So literally, you'll borrow clothes from your mom and lend them to me?" I clarified. "Yeah." He simply said and started walking in the opposite direction. "But— I was about to argue with him when Vincent tapped my shoulder and signaled me to follow them. I've got no choice but to go with the flow. They're being pushy. "I'll join you guys a bit." Vincent says as he tapped Marco's shoulder. His quick glimpse didn't escape my peripheral vision. Looking at his retreating back, I realized he's not the same annoying guy I met last month. He seems to have changed since he arrived from college. Marco and Becca are now at the end of the pool calling me. I ran to them and started taking off my t-shirt and sweatpants. Luckily, I always wear a bikini as my undergarments. "Wow, you looked d*mn hot." Marco complemented. He eyed me from head to toe. "Stop it, Marco. You're gross." I rolled my eyes and dipped my feet at the side of the pool. So cold. I was enjoying the food and drinks when Vincent approached the table. "How can a food that much fit your small stomach? You've been eating like an hour ago until now, yet you're still looking like a twig." I rolled my eyes at what Vincent said. I guess the annoying beast is back. "Don't talk to me, *ss." I murmured when I wiped my lips. He suddenly stood up and walked away. But that's what I thought. Vincent grabbed my waist and lifted me. He carried me to the side of the pool and jumped into the water with me on his arms. Oh no. *Splash*