Vince entered the kitchen, the distances voices of Tucker and the visitor coming from the living room. Sam smiled when she saw her son, holding the bowl of salad. She frowned though when she noticed Vince looked troubled.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked.
"Um," Vince began nervously, coming up with a lie, "I'm not hungry. Is it okay if I just stay in my room for the rest of the night?"
Sam gave Vince a look, the look that mothers give to their children when they know they're hiding something. Vince smiled nervously. His stomach betrayed him when it gave out a low growl.
"Not hungry, huh?" Sam asked, lifting up a brow.
Vince shamefully looked down, trying to cover up his blushing face. Sam smiled and ruffled his hair. She turned him around, undoing his ponytail to fix it up.
"You wanna tell me what's wrong now?" She asked as she used her fingers to gentle untangled the knots in Vince's hair.
Vince was quiet as he felt his mother's hands in his hair. He didn't know what to tell her. For some reason, everything felt off to him and he didn't know why. He just shrugged at her.
Sam sighed as she tied his hair back into the neatly-done ponytail. She turned him around to face him. "Are you worried about our visitor?" She asked.
Vince chewed on his bottom lip, looking away. Sam tilted her head. "Don't worry. Tucker and I will try not to bore you too much while we catch up with him.
I just want you to be nice, say hi, eat dinner with us and then you can hide away in your room. Alright?"
Vince looked at his mother and agreed with a small nod. He closed his eyes when he felt her kiss his forehead. Sam handed him the bowl of salad as she grabbed the eggplant. He noticed his mother gave out a sigh, as if she was preparing herself. Maybe she was nervous about this visitor too.
They entered into the dining room, placing the food on the table. Vince glanced and saw the back of the visitor. Rather tall, looks a bit muscular but not too skinny, messy short black hair. When he turned around, Vince saw the bright blue eyes. He seen those eyes before, he can't remember where...
Sam smiled at him and the visitor smiled back. Tucker grinned at the both and watched as they embraced each other in a tight hug. They moved apart from each other, holding hands.
"Wow, you look beautiful, Sam."
"Thanks, Danny. You look like you haven't changed a bit."
They hugged each other once more. Danny perked when he noticed Vince and grinned. "Is that who I think it is?"
Sam moved away from Danny to place her hands on Vince's shoulders, pushing him closer to Danny. "Vince, this is Danny." She introduced.
Danny looked down at Vince, smiling. "Hey, look at you. You've grown so much last time I saw you. Of course, last time I saw you, you were still so...tiny."
Vince stared at Danny. His blue eyes bared into his, and he felt uncomfortable. Something wasn't right about him, Vince just knew it. Instead of answering him, Vince moved away and went behind Sam, staying quiet. It was a childish thing to do, hiding behind your mother, but Vince didn't know what else to do.
The three adults stared at Vince, confused. Sam gave out an embarrassed chuckle and shrugged. "He's just shy." She said, glancing back to her son.
"So! How about we start eatin', huh?" Tucker exclaimed, breaking the awkward silence.
So dinner began, and Vince ate his meal quietly, staring at Danny as the three adults chatted about "the old days". They laughed and joked as they drank their wine. Vince just sipped on soda his mother poured for him.
Ever since he woke up from his nap, Vince has been feeling a state of paranoia. Something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He poked his eggplant around, frowning.
He felt someone shaking his arm and he looked up. His mother looked a bit annoyed with him. "Vince, Danny was asking you something." She said.
"Oh." Vince mumbled and turned to the man.
Danny smiled at him, chuckling. "It's alright, Sam. So Vince, you're in high school, right?"
Is he? Oh right, he's a freshman. He nodded, poking his food around.
"Are you into any sport teams or anything like that?" Danny asked.
He tried to join the football team. They said he was too short. Vince shook his head at Danny.
"What's your favorite subject?"
Why is he asking so many unnecessary questions? He just shrugged, hoping the man would leave him alone. He didn't noticed Sam looked upset by how he was answering Danny.
"How about hobbies, Vince? Got any?"
'Shut up, shut up, shut up and leave me alone, you stupid annoying badger.' Vince blinked, confused by his thoughts. Why badger...? He glanced over to Danny then to his mother, who looked very annoyed with him now.
"Um," Vince mumbled, "I like to...read?"
"Me too! I usually read about outer space and the planets. You into that kind of stuff?" Danny asked.
Vince deeply frowned at the mention of space. Small flashes from that dream he had came to his head. He stabbed his eggplant rather harshly.
"I despise anything that has to do with space." He answered quite darkly.
Another wave of awkward silence filled the room. Tucker, once again, broke it off. "So, uh, Sam and I were thinking of having our wedding in the summer!"
Danny turned to Tucker with a grin. "Really? That's great! You guys decided where?"
"Not really." Sam answered as she took a needed sip of wine.
"Hey! You guys should have it in Amity Park!" Danny said excitedly.
Sam nearly choked on his wine and quickly wiped her mouth away with a napkin. "Oh, I don't really know about that..."
"C'mon, it's romantic enough, right? Getting married in the town you guys met and grew up together? It'll be great! You guys can even stay with me!" Danny offered with much enthusiasm.
Vince glanced over to his mother, wanting to say no to her. Sam and Tucker awkwardly smiled. "You know what? We'll think about it!" Tucker said. Sam cast a quick glare to Tucker before smiling back at Danny.
Dinner was finally over and Vince helped his mother cleared the table and clean the dishes. He continued staying away from Danny. Once the chore was done, Vince quickly made his way to the stairs.
"Hey, it was nice meeting you again, Vince!" Danny said, waving.
Vince only frowned and went up the stairs. Danny sighed, putting his arm down. Sam was next to him, also frowning at her son's behavior.
"I think your kid hates me, Sam." Danny joked.
"No, no. He's normally not like this. He wasn't really having a good day today, you know?" Sam said with a sigh.
Danny hummed in agreement, remembering how it was back when he was a teenager. He looked over at Sam, rubbing the back of his head. "So...are you really gonna think about it?" He asked.
Sam looked over to Danny, knowing what he was talking about. She rubbed her arm, shrugging. "I don't know, Danny. I mean, is it safe...to go back?"
"Sam, you know I keep Amity Park safe. I always have. I just...I just miss you guys, that's all." Danny said softly.
"I miss you too." Sam whispered. Danny placed his hand on her shoulder. "Please think about it." He said. Sam just answered with another sigh.
Vince laid on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. He heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He said softly. Sam came inside, closing the door behind her.
Vince turned away, now staring at his wall. He felt the bed shift a bit as his mother sat down on it. He felt her hand gently petting his head.
"You know, you were being kind of rude to my friend tonight." Sam said, still petting his head.
"I'm sorry." Vince mumbled.
"You've been acting strange all night. Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked.
'No.' He thought. "I'm fine." He answered.
He felt the bed shift around and his mother's arms going around him, pulling him close to her. This felt familiar. She does this when she knows he's upset about something. Her chin was resting on his head as she continued holding him.
"Vince, do you think you'd mind if Tucker and I got married in our old hometown?" She softly asked.
'I don't wanna stay with that guy. He gives off weird vibes to me and I don't know why.'
"I don't mind, Mom. I just want you to be happy." Vince answered.
Sam kissed the top of his head, smiling. "Thank you, baby."
"I'm not a baby..." Vince muttered.
"Oh yes you are. You're my baby, baby." Sam teased and gave Vince a tickle, making the teen chuckle.
"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, remembering. "How about we find out what that strange dream of yours meant?"
Vince made a face, looking away. He rather just forget about the dream and now he wished he never mentioned about it. He felt his mother get off the bed and go through the books in his bookshelf.
Sam sat back down on the bed, flipping through the pages in the book. Vince turned around, looking up at his mother. He crawled a little closer, perching his arms up to get a better look.
"Let's see, you dreamed you were in outer space. Which means the dream may be a metaphor that something or someone came out of nowhere." Sam began, reading the book.
'That explains the visitor.' Vince thought.
"You said you were stuck too so that could also mean you have a feeling of helplessness and not being able to escape life's problems or stresses." Sam read.
Vince frowned, drumming his fingers on his cheek. How very odd. "How about dreaming that you're lost?" He asked.
Sam flipped the pages in the book and read, "To dream that you are lost suggests that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals."
Vince's frown got deeper and he rolled away. "Never mind, Mom. Perhaps Tucker was right and it was just a stupid dream."
Sam closed the book, placing it on Vince's night table. She gently patted his head. "Weird dream or not, all those things do sound troublesome. You know if anything is bothering you, you can tell me."
Vince sighed and just nodded. Sam gave him a hug and placed a kiss on his cheek. She blew a rassberry, making the boy burst out in laughter and pushing her away. "Mom!" He complained, wiping his cheek.
"Good night, baby." She said, winking. She left the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Vince rolled his eyes. He laid back down on the bed, staring at his ceiling. Maybe he was just thinking too hard. Even if the visitor caused some strange feelings, maybe Vince was overreacting. He tends to do that sometimes.
He yawned and crawled under his bedsheets. Yeah, that was it. He was just thinking too hard. He leaned over to his night table and flipped his lamp off.
That night, he had another dream. Only this time, it was a nightmare. But the nightmare also felt like a lost memory.