The early bird...can be annoying as nothing else. (Vy)

[Jack Lexington]

The cold air that chills my skin wakes me up way too early. Or maybe it’s the sun that beams through the side of the tent in a dark shade of blue of the fabric as if it wanted to tell me that the day has started a while ago. I wish it didn’t though so I draw my sleeping back higher above my naked shoulder and try to shield my face from the early day light.
Can the songs of birds be annoying? In my case I’d say yes because I had way too much to drink last night and am desperate for a little more sleep.
With the sleeping bag over my head I try to ignore the pressure on my bladder cause by too much beer and the chirping of those birds but soon enough I groan loudly and give in to the need to go to the bedroom.

Drousily I look around for my shirt and pants but in the midst of the chaos that Max, Tyren and I left I can’t find it between the sleeping bags, bags, empty beer bottles and other discarded clothes.
Both of the guys are still out cold, one of them snoring loudly in a low tone. By now I'm used to the sounds they make in their sleep because of our joint accomodations at the academy.

So I crawl out of the sleeping bag, briefly sit there because there’s once again an unwanted tugging in my chest. But when I look I can’t see anything wrong so I rub my hand over the small scar and then stand up using my sleeping bag as a make shift jacket to wrap around my shoulders because the early morning air is very chilly.

I unzip the tent and duck outside where my feet instantly get wet from the morning dew that has formed on the grass outside.
I stretch a little and then walk away from our tent to go do my business.
A look over at the girls tent confirms that they are still sound asleep just like the two Orcas in my tent…interesting considering they have the toddler in their tent.

A little off to the side I relieve myself and rub my eyes to have a look around at the somewhat hazy morning. There’s a thick layer of fog hovering over the surface of the lake nearby. But the sunrays breaking through the leafy rooftop soon will chase that fog away. It's quite nice out so early with nobody but a few frogs and butterflies around.
If only I wasn't so hung over.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce

Biggest thing about toddlers is that they have no respect for hangovers. A pair of tiny, yet sharp, nails pinch Vy's nose to force departure from her peaceful slumber. Quietly the little one giggles, as if to not wake the others. Usually Brooklyn gives a louder approach to waking her up, but apparently the two year old is conscious to the other ones asleep. How kind of her. Doesn't want to go wake up her new friends, but her mother of course. With a small pout as if Vy was the child, she gives a useless attempt to sleep in. Like the rugrat's going to care. With a moan she scoops her up into a tight hug. As annoying as she can be, she's too damn cute. Get's away with everything.

Guess that's the price Vy pays for getting her desire of Brooklyn falling asleep early. She wakes up extremely early. Just a tad the sun peaks through the horizon, not even enough to begin to warm up the land from that cold night. As much as her head pounds she follows the grasp the tiny hands have on her. No point in doing otherwise, would only cause more ache. "Alright, breakfast little one." For such a petite thing she sure does have an apatite. There's absolutely no desire within Vy to eat, or even look at food for that matter, but responsibilities rises over anything else. Supposedly food and water cures a hangover, so maybe she'll give it a try. Least water sounds perfect, and before anything else she serves that.

Most likely Brooklyn ate a large portion then she did. That was the entire point though. Fruits cutup into toddler bite-sizes makes up their breakfast, and given the circumstances it's perfect. As pathetic as it is she partakes in a small conversation with the youngster. Only way to build up vocabulary, and kids do truly say the darndest things. Despite the giggles that force laughter from herself, drowsiness does not fade in the least. Where's the damn coffee maker? "Let's go on a walk." Might as well try to get some energy out of the kid. She is nice enough to go down for a nap after only a couple of hours of being awake. And right now Vy can only hope for that.

With no one around letting the rugrat run around works out great. Once they stop in a nice meadow filled with flowers. A little on the dirt that trails off into the lake. Anything to have Brooklyn skipping around and playing. Leaving Vy with a time to sit and force her eyes to stay open. Always a bad idea to drink with a baby to take care of the next morning. Way to little sleep, far too many drinks, a horrible combination. Of course Brooklyn makes it to the campsite a few paces ahead, only giving a subtle warning. "Matt!" A decent attempt to get across her knowledge of who's who. The sound of his name not completely right as the t sounds more like an f. It goes completely past Vy's head as she's used to the gibberish talk. The chubby face gives a bright smile to the new company, filled with excitement of a beautiful morning. Even sprinting to give a hug as she does remember meeting Matthew a few times. He even picked her up once. Must mean he's friends with mommy.

To come face to face with the person that gave her that damn truth was the last thing that Vy wanted. And of course Brooklyn has to be here for it all. Happy to see him and completely oblivious to what he did. Giving anything but a tired face is all she has in her though. That small grin of being with her daughter gone as soon as her eyes gazed upon him. "Fancy meeting you here." Giving sarcasm seems like the most appropriate approach. Can't just ignore him, they already had partial eye contact. With no interest in anything she goes over to clean up the mess from breakfast, just wanting to busy herself until rests can be a thing.

[Jack Lexington]

Uneasily I sit down on a fallen tree because my stomach is doing summersaults due to the amount of alcohol I swamped my system with last night. My head is heavy and I'm in desperate need for some water so I track back to the camp.
My whole body feels tense, be it from sleeping on the ground or last nights events. I"m not sure.

Near the tents I hear voices, female ones. I don't really care to speak to anybody right now so I rummage through the packs and crates for some water and once I find a bottle, uncap it and drink almost half the bottle in one go.
Feeling a little better I look around to see Vy and her girl approach me. Well, it's the little girl who runs towards me first with her arms wide open and a smile on her face that"s almost contagious.
She even knows my name.
"Morning, Brooklyn." I greet her and even pick her up for a moment until her mother, as I learned last night, approaches and greets me with her usual sarcasm."Fancy meeting you here."
"Yeah." I set her daughter down and straighten my back.
"I figured you'd be happy to see me."
Of course I know I pushed her too far making use of the old saying that children and drunks tell the truth.
For a moment I study her face wondering whether there's a need to apologize. I don't see it though. Vy should apologize for hiding the fact that she has a daughter.
So I wait until the kid is busy playing and then ask her.
"Why didn't you tell us she's your daughter? You kept saying she's your sister."
I watch the kid for a moment, then look back at her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

In some ways Brooklyn is very much like her mother; Giggles at someone getting hurt, and hardly cries herself if she falls or gets a scrape. Little things like that. Others parts of her personality's extremely different though as she's social and even has a sweet side. Completely unlike Vy's outer core. In most situations Vy's happy to be seeing these traits in her daughter, but currently she despises it. The sight of Brooklyn excited to see Matthew, and apparently even vise-versa as he picks her up for a moment, has a heavy sigh escaping the older blonde. Last person she wanted to run into, and she can only hope he feels the same way. Just to keep it noted she immediately starts off with sarcasm as her good morning.

The little feet are placed back down on the ground, and surprisingly don't go sprinting off again. Just great Brooklyn, really working in her mother's favor. Make friends with the dude that ruined their secret. Usually when sarcasm is returned it's like making nice with Vy. Not this time though, and even if Brooklyn wants to hangout with her new pal, she's walking away. Least a couple of yards to express her lack of interest in facing what happened last night. "Thrilled." She replies in a low voice while passing him. Having someone else around to distract the little one would be great. But she'd rather go an entire day, with her exhaustion and a hyper toddler, then have Matthew be that person helping.

Not wanting to lose the company, Brooklyn's attitude is the complete opposite as she tugs on Matthew's pants to follow them. Despite the lack of strength she holds, this maneuver has always worked. After a few steps she's distracted by a couple of toys she left out yesterday, and off to explore. How kind, now she's even leaving the old ones to talk alone. Really helping out Vy today. And of course the opportunity to question about the secret that was revealed is taken. "Is that what I was going with?" More sarcasm, but her lack of sleep and spiteful mood isn't allowing anything else.

It's not entirely Matthew's fault. Sure he was the jerk to bring it up, but it was still Vy who slipped the truth. To even blame it on the alcohol isn't entirely fair. The two things combined is what caused it all, and her inability to control it. Sort of pointless to even put blame on anything now. It already happened, and nothing's going to change that. There's no more lies or coverups to be used anymore. Another sigh relaxes her chest. "Having a kid at reaping age isn't anything to go around bragging about." Might as well go for the slim chance of an understanding, if there even is one. "And I used to have a title to maintain. Brooklyn doesn't really strength it."

[Jack Lexington]

In some ways I understand why she didn't want anybody to know that she's a mother already. She's way too young to be one doing the math...she must have been REALLY young when she had her.
It gives her a bit of humanity though. Just like me Vy likes to be a hard ass on the outside but obviously discovered her own soft core way before me. It shone through when she helped me at the pool and it clearly does when she's with her daughter who proceeds to tug on my pants while her mom has given me the cold shoulder.

My pants are hanging really loosely around my hips and I didn't tighten my belt due to my slightly upset stomach this morning so the kid almost makes my pants slip down my waist, which makes me follow her involuntarily just to catch them before I loose them.
"Hang on, let go off my pants, kid." I scold her and she goes running off to play with some toys.

I turn my head a little embarassed to see Vy.
"Having a kid at reaping age isn't anything to go around bragging about." I see her let out a breath she was holding. This must be tough seeing that we aren't all that friendly with each other.
"And I used to have a title to maintain. Brooklyn doesn't really strength it."
I'm not sure what to say but I know I don't want her to be embarassed about her own flesh and blood.
"So fucking what? She's yours." I shrug.
"That doesn't make you seem weak. On the contrary. If you are a mother and hard ass...why not?"
This is probably my best attempt at being nice while I still try to figure out how old she was when she 'made' her. 14? 13? 15?
That must have been the age when I was still content with beating up assholes behind the foot ball field and the occassional smootch was more disliked than anything. Maybe I had the occassional nightly run in with a girl but to think that I could be a father....unthinkable.
"You were pretty young but...it's too late now."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

For Matthew to try at encouraging words for the situation is a bit of a shocker. Sure they've been nicer since the whole Jins incident, but this? Even if it's in a slight joking tone while he questions why it even matters, it's sort of the perfect approach to this conversation for Vy. An unexpected one with who she's exchanging it with. He's nearly identical to the friends she used to have, the guys that doubted her old abilities when Brooklyn came about. Guess he's not as similar to them as she thought, because he seems to have a completely different take. For some reason he expresses the lack of need for embarrassment. That she can be a hard ass and a mother. If only he knew how much tougher she used to be.

"Glad you think so." It's slightly sarcastic as a chuckle joins in with her words, but a grin does play on the face that was as cold as ice before. People's opinions have always meant nothing to her, until they discover that one secret. After the first set, that were smart enough to put two and two together, she could never be too cautious. And she never did get a chance to catch any reactions last night. All that mattered was avoiding eye contact and ditching out of there. She already knew Kyanite's view as she's had this secret for a bit now. Tyren's to much of a gentleman to care, and she doesn't know Max well enough. Getting Matthew's take would have to be the worst, and surprisingly it isn't that bad at all. Only thing to worry about now is whether this all stays unmentioned to the rest of the world.

Instead of leaving at that, Matthew sticks around. There's still a little resentment in Vy towards him, but for the most part she's settled it for just another mistake. Maybe in the slightest way they've become friends after everything that happened. The perfect setup is given to her though, and she's unable to resist it. "Yeah because you gave me that damn truth." Sure he meant it's too late because there's no taking back the baby, but she was doing perfectly well with convincing everyone they were sisters. Even though she'd never take back having Brooklyn, as much as she regrets the situation. Hell she'd rather have the entire district know. "Whatever, it already happened." With no desire for an argument she tries to shrug it off.

[Jack Lexington]

It's not hard to tell that Vy hates me for giving her the truth. "Well, you were the one who spilled the beans." I simply tell her. After all she could have kept the lie up.
I don't see the point though.
"I guess you're one of those drunks that tell the truth."
For me it stays hard to be friendly with Vy no matter what she's done to me because of the attitude she continously gives me. Not the best role model for her kid.
I just react in the same way.

Her daughter plays not too far away from us so we kept the tone as nice as possible. As I watch the kid I seriously wonder how she can be so loving and care so much for her but hide the fact that she is hers.
It's a shame. If I had a kid I wouldn't hide it.

"Whatever, it already happened." Vy shrugs at me.
I grab the bottle of water that's sitting on the ground where somebody left it and have a zip. It tastes good so I drink more.
"Must have 'happened' early.' I think to myself and then wonder with sparked curiosity: "Who's the father?"
Maybe she doesn't even know. Or maybe it's some scumbag who doesn't care about her or the kid.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Matthew's comeback is sly and annoyingly agreeable. Bringing up the fact that he still wasn't the one to completely cause all of this. That it was Vy that admitted to the secret. Exactly what has been bugging her since it all happened. "Touche." She has to give him that. For some odd reason she just couldn't lie. A circumstance she's never faced before. Funny enough that's what he mentions, her being unable to lie after all those drinks. Either way it happened though, and her anger's simply directed at him.

Less and less that blame seems to be disappearing. Maybe it's the lack of energy to hold a grudge right now, or possibly the fact there's just no need for it at all. "Guess so." Did Vy just agree with Matthew? Talk about a first. He's completely right though, and summing it all up to that sounds perfect. No fingers pointed, or bad feelings. Just blame it on the alcohol.

Seems like whenever they reach a chance at become friendly something sets them back. In this circumstance it's the question over who the father is. Sure it's only over general curiosity, but it's the last thing Vy wants to discuss. Hell she'd rather talk about the fact that she's been lying then bring up that topic. Last night she punched Max over accusing Tyren of being the father; becoming even more fueled when he continued with another insult towards his cousin. "Doesn't really matter." Surprisingly she doesn't react as she did then. Matthew's not trying to be rude for some reason, and she can only try to give that respect back.

To be honest she's not certain over who the father is. Any of the possibilities are all jerks, and would make horrible dads. Sure it's most likely the one that shares Brooklyn's beautiful eyes, but that's even worse. As ironic as it is, the little one's best chances are only with her Mother and wicked grandmother. "She's better off without him." Vy gives a more genuine answer for some reason. Speaking of the rugrat, she decides to come stumbling over with some treasure she's discovered. Just a smooth flat rock that caught her eye. Proudly she presents it to her new friend. Noticing by now that mommy's tired and not wanting to play, and by the looks of it Matthew has some energy. "See!" Her little voice speaks out with a giant grin.

[Jack Lexington]

It seems like Vy is accepting the fact that she gave away the info, I just dared her to. When I asked about the little girls father she shoots me a glare but then states.
"Doesn't really matter."
"That's something rather odd to say about your childs father." I talke before I can put a filter on. Then again when have I ever been sensible to other peoples needs.

"She's better off without him." That might be true depending who the guy is. Some develop a different attitude when something like this happens.

"Does he even know he's got a kid?" I wrinkle my brow looking at the small curly headed child playing in the grass. I'm sure one day she'll ask about her dad. One day she'll want to know.
I know I would have like to have my mother around when I was smaller.

"My mom left really early on. I think I was a bit older than Brooklyn. I sure as hell would have like to stay in touch."
That's as much as I will give her because I'm sure she's made a conscious decision about this. Maybe she doesn't see it from a childs perspective though.

"I know that I'd like to be around if I had a kid."
Strange. I've never even wasted one thought about this before. At barely 18 kids are the last thing on my mind. I want to win the damn games and have a decent job but that's about it.
"That's not gonna happen though." I smirk at her before she can make any stupid remarks.

On cue her daughter comes over with a stone as if it was a treasure. Vy doesn't react so she turns to me.
I look at it with little interest but then sigh.
"You know what we could do with that?"
I hold out my hand for her to hand it to me.
"You know how to make a stone skip on the water?"

The little girl shakes her head which makes her curls bounce. So I walk on over to the water bending down enough to throw it at the right angle. The flat stone skips a few times before it dissapears in the lake.
Then I pick up another one and hand it to her. "Now you. Throw really flat."
Of course I totally estimated her throwing abilities because all her stone does is land in a nice circle at the edge of the water.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Out of all people it's Matthew that's curious over Brooklyn's father. Maybe it's because he's the only one ballsy enough to to bring up anything, just how he gave the truth. And now he's daring enough to stick to the topic. Of course they can't just drop it because Vy's obviously showing her lack of enthusiasm in it. No, it seems like he purposely sticks to the conversations she'd rather avoid. For how ever long Kyanite's known about this she's never even brought it up. Guess opposites really do attract.

As if Matthew actually knows the circumstance, he mentions on how odd it is to have no care about the father. Vy's next comment seems to respond to that perfectly though; it's better for him to simply not be around. In a way it almost sounds as though Matt wouldn't mind a kid and feels he'd do a good job. Well good for him, and lucky Kyanite, but he's clearly not understanding the douche-bags Vy's been with. To even consider what any of their reactions would be is something she'd rather not do. "No." She admits, unsure why she's being so honest. Might as well since the ultimate secret's already out. A little understanding can only help at this point.

The truth arrives in return. As if more shockers couldn't be given. Because that was the last thing that Vy ever expected once again. Just loads of surprises this morning, or lately more like it. So that's why he has such a hatred towards women, and lacks a sensitive bone his body. There wasn't a nurturing figure in his life. More things they have in common, though Vy's mother was around just not a parent in the least. The fact that Matthew's sharing this is all that matters currently. No need to scare him off with comparing them. This is a new step. "Sometimes it's for the best though." She doesn't know his circumstance, but he's also assuming on hers. "I don't know." Just to be cautious she shrugs it off.

The last words Vy would predict comes from Matthew. Apparently if he had a kid, he'd want to know and be in their life. How sweet. Is he trying to convince her in telling Brooklyn's father? If she's even right on who he is. Either way she concentrates on his perspective instead of what he may be hinting. "Just be careful, I said the same thing." After all Vy never thought such a thing could happen to her to. Sort of nice to know Matthew's not a complete hard ass. And just to give an example, Brooklyn's stumbling over.

To her it was only a pretty rock. The shape and texture was different from the rest, and causing high interest just over that. But Matthew expresses there's a use to it, and Brooklyn shakes her head no as an answer. By this age she's pro at understanding most things, including gestures. As soon as the open palm is presented she places the stone in his hand. Continuing to shake her head on whether she knows how to skip a stone. Without hesitation she follows the tall one to the water, watching intently to discover what he was going to do.

A giant smile and giggle is evoked from the precious rock gliding across the water. Wanting nothing more then to do the same, she takes the offered stone with great enthusiasm. Of course her ability to mimic isn't as keen as her comprehension skills. She throws it up and it lands in the water with a plop. A tiny nose squishes in disappointment, though she doesn't take it any further. Instead she takes a moment to search for another stone, and hands it over to Matthew since she's clearly incapable of causing such a throw. Better to watch someone else do it then waste one.

"Please exhaust her." Vy nearly begs from afar, in a joking manner as a chuckle joins with her request. The sooner Brooklyn gets tired, the better. Because even following them to the water is requiring energy she doesn't have.

[Jack Lexington]

It seems like dispite our difference and the attitude we keep throwing around last night has worn us out enough to be somewhat civilized. Vy even gives me real answers instead of more bullshit sarcasm.
. "Sometimes it's for the best though." She’s probably going by her own situation and making assumptions about mine.
"I don't know."Vy adds to tone it down a bit. I keep my eyes trained on the surrounding nature because I have nothing but hard feelings towards my mother and sister. “I will never understand it. I hate her.”
It’s true. Every now and then I try to understand why my mother left but it’s never good enough of a reason to abandon your children. She gets no credit from me, which is one of the reasons I never went looking for her.

"Just be careful, I said the same thing.” She warns me of becoming a parent unexpectedly but I just laugh. “Oh, I am. Don’t worry.”
By that I mean I don’t sleep around possibly spreading my genes to unknown women that I will never hear off again like Vy.
When it comes to Kyanite I’m not careful enough and I know it. Even though I told her once we never really take good care but get lost in those precious moments.

Since Vy seems pretty tired and I don’t fancy a conversation about my sex life with the girl, who kissed my girl friend, I busy myself with her little daughter. Unfortunately the kid is incapable of throwing a stone properly. Maybe 2 year olds just can’t.
“No, not like that.” I look around and pick up another smooth stone.
“Look, you have to throw it at the right angle….” I search for Vy’s support. “Does she understand me?” I wonder with a worried expression but all I get is.
"Please exhaust her."
Shaking my head I stand behind the little girl and take her hand to guide it through the motion I want from her.
Over and over we try but the only one getting exhausted is me while most stones don’t even make it to the water.
Finally I make one skip myself with a hard throw and walk back to Vy who’s sitting on the log.
For a moment I just sit down next to her and rub my hand over the itching scar under my shirt. It’s become somewhat of a habit.
Leaning closer I nudge her shoulder. “So…are you off guys now?” I’m clearly hinting towards last night.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Hatred can be a strong feeling. After all why would anyone bother with such a statement unless they've truly been effected by that person? Or else they probably wouldn't have a view towards them anyways. And as much as the response should be to not hate your own mother because she left, that's far from how Vy responds. It's another thing they have in common, though the situation's still different. "I hate my mom to." Maybe vocalizing a similarity will shrink their own dislike towards each other. It's at least making Vy rethink her assumption on Matthew. There's a reason why he can act so cold. Parent figures can form a child so greatly. "Damn, I hope Brooklyn doesn't feel that way about me one day." Alright, so a personal fear's going to be more then only an inner thought. Maybe it'll only establish that she does actually have a heart. Either way she doesn't take it back or try to level it out with a rude comment. Just another shrug to move on from this topic.

Though Matthew's claiming he'd be a present father, it's something he should wait for. The saying it's easier said then done is an understatement when it comes to this. Even if Kyanite would have help from him. A baby changes everything, and though it's a lot for the good, it comes with just as many downfalls. But he reassures that he's been careful. It's actually relieving for Vy. She wouldn't want to see Ky go through that, or even Matthew. They're young and have so much to still do. "Good." This time she doesn't give a cold remark like, I wasn't worried. She's glad to hear that they're cautious.

Finally Vy's blessed with someone else to entertain the kid. With plenty of experience, she's fully aware that's the best way to get Brooklyn down for a nap. Playing with herself just doesn't cut it as fast. Plus it's oddly nice to see her interacting with a guy. As much as Vy might seem to be able to fulfill that father role, she sort of sucks at it. And even if it's only for a little it's worth watching. "She understands you." A small chuckle intertwines with her words. "Skipping rocks might be a little ahead of her age though." With a bit of hope he directs Brooklyn's strategy, though it still lands in the water with only a plop. Someone aside from Vy & Kyanite's giving the little one some attention, which is the only thing that really matters.

After quite a few fails Matthew caves with skipping one last final rock of his own before returning back to sitting with Vy. That one small event has completely shifted the original anger that possessed her when her eyes first fell on him this morning. Now there's actually a grin upon her face, and no trace of hostility towards the one that gave her that truth. A small bump is given to her shoulder and he slyly questions if she's off of guys now. Probably due to that kiss she shared with his girlfriend last night. The nudge is returned as if they were actually friends. "As sweet as your girlfriend's lips are, I just don't discriminate." She gives a truthful answer though it's still in a joking manner.

"How was sleeping in the guy's tent last night?" There's an instinct to give a question in return. The answers are expected to be very different though. It was probably awkward and quiet, where as a kiss hardly effected the girls. They may even be closer friends from it. Didn't seem to be that way for the guys though.

[Jack Lexington]

It seems like the little play time with her daughter has softened Vys heart of stone and it wasn't all that hard. Now she greets me with a smile instead of her trade mark frown and smart comments.
"You're much prettier when you smile." I remark matter of factly.

We sit there for a moment and I ask her a question about her sexual orientation but I'm not a big fan of her answer.
"As sweet as your girlfriend's lips are, I just don't discriminate."
"They're sweet, eh? You haven't tasted mine yet." I wiggle my brows at her but quickly add. "Don't get any ideas."
The last person , aside from Tyren, that I would want to kiss is Vy even though she's a girl.

In regards to her question about the tent it's hard not to look embarassed.
"Don't even go there." i hide my face behind my hands to show her just how badly I feel about the whole thing.
"I know you'd like to hear juicy news but we all passed out really quickly."
It's true...after a few awkward words and touches.
I'm so glad Tyren decided to pull the break. Who knew what would have happened? I'm glad I didn't find out.

I try to put the ball back in her court so I ask her.
"You didn't want us to know who Brooklyn really is. Would you change anything if you could?" I'd really like to know.
"I mean it's hard but you love her. Everybody can see that."

It seems this camping trip is a good chance to fuck up relatiosnhips but also mend them, which I'm trying my best at now. Hopefully I won't fail like usually.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Out of all things a compliment comes from Vy's changed expression. Sure she may not smile often, but around Brooklyn it's sort of inevitable. Sometimes she doesn't even realize the smirk. This time she does though, tempted to rid of it when Matthew was walking over. Without anymore need to cover things up, she decides to keep it around. But for him to comment over it? Wasn't to be expected. If he'd even notice after exhausting his own self with attempting to teach Brooklyn to skip rocks. Surprisingly a soft laugh is her reaction, eyes glued upon the small Rugrat that's decided to play in the dirt as if it was sand. Almost certain that's the first nice thing she's ever heard from Matt.

"Shut up." Brown eyes roll but the grin doesn't disappear. Actually her tone even has slight humor in it. The last thing she wants is a compliment, but she doesn't want to discriminate the fact they're actually being friendly for a change. Maybe there's the smallest chance they don't completely despise one another, that they could actually be friends. After all he's Kyanite's boyfriend, and things like this camping trip may be happening more often. Might as well get along.

For a second Vy reconsiders what she said, almost regretting not using her filter. At first she thought Matthew would have no problem with her kissing his girlfriend, but by the end of the night she wasn't sure. Is it wrong of her to mention such a thing? Luckily he doesn't get angry over the comment. In fact he replies by inferring his taste better. Immediately Vy's eyebrows arch inward as a small chuckle is unavoidable. To save himself he tells her not to get any ideas. Like she ever would. Not to be offensive, he's just far from her type. They're too much alike with the anger problems and sarcasm.

"As if I'd ever kiss a blonde." Only feels natural to reply back with a joke. For some reason she's just never been attracted to blonde hair. Yeah, a bit ironic given that's her color, but still. As many guys as she's kissed they've never been blonde. Plus Matthew's far too into the bro category.

The topic in reverse isn't as comical though. Complete opposite as Matthew, of all people, has to hide away his face in his hands. Despite hating this topic more then Vy herself, he gives a small snippet of what happened. Absolutely nothing interesting as they all passed out. "Do girls actually like guy on guy?" To lighten the mood she goes for a joke. "I always thought that was a myth." Smoothly transition from the conversation he'd clearly rather avoid. Treat others how you want to be treated. And she always hopes someone will change a subject that she obviously doesn't like.

Just to make sure they don't stay on that track Matthew makes it about Vy and Brooklyn again. As surprising as it may sound, she's the rare female type that hates having the attention on themselves. It's far easier to concentrate on someone else. Especially in this circumstance as no one's ever asked her these sort of questions. "Never." She answers softly with her eyes still stuck on the little one getting filthy in the dirt. Somehow Brooklyn gave her the smallest purpose where there once was none. "Somethings were just meant to happen." Possibly even including revealing that secret last night.

[Jack Lexington]

At least we're both on the same page when it comes to kissing one another...totally unacceptable.
I'm not self absorbed enough to feel offended over her blonde comment. I'm glad I don't have to kiss anyone but my own girl friend.
"That's okay. I'll stick to my girl."

I let my eyes wander over to Brooklyn who's not only pretty close to the waters edge but has her hand in mud all the way to her elbows soiling her red shirt with the stuff. Wouldn't a mother jump up and get her away from this sort of stuff? I give her a brief look but Vy doesn't move. On the contrary. She seems to enjoy the view.

The she states. "Do girls actually like guy on guy? I always thought that was a myth."
She's really digging deep and handing me the sarcasm now.
So I do the same.
"My inner inner girl tells me they find it just as gross as I do."
I feel the need to stress that that kiss wasn't voluntary.
"Oh and thanks for Tyrens dare. Grately appreciated. You almost fucked up our friendship."
I hope that 'almost' is even true.