Uh..."Latina poop princess..." Fucking hell Scotty, you made me cackle on the floor for five minutes. XD

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No One's Perspective-

As the boy rested dreamily - nestled with his bear - thoughts dully hammered against Jade's skull, eyes set on the ceiling. She didn't know, or care to know for the matter, how long she'd been laying like that for. It wouldn't surprise her if it had been a long hour or a mere minute. Sighing, she picked herself from under the sheets, shuffling through her bag before strolling towards the bathroom nimbly. With the door closed behind her, she set the clothes down and ran her hand through her dark, brunette hair. As the water drummed against the floor, she debated for a few moments whether or not to dye it black again, though she recalled the pain of trying to get all of it out.

It still wasn't all the way out yet it had settled for a nice dark tone.

Shrugging, the writer found herself under the warming water, eyes blinking as her body startled from the pounding streams. It was - indeed - a good way to wake up in the early morning. That, or the late morning and the blinds were closed. Even still, she knowingly skipped the lathering of her hair, the pool in the near future. She scowled momentarily; pools, oceans, lakes or other natural/man-made gatherings of water of any kind sent unpleasant chills down her spine.

Jade shivered, not wanting to picture drowning.

Or perhaps it was the fact that she'd been standing in the middle of the tile once the shower switched on, no towel wrapped around her body. Groaning tersely, she brushed her hands along her arms, despising the chills along them. And the water. She wasn't a water person as she then concluded.

"Mama?"

Her head turned once she had stepped out, dark hair laying along one shoulder. "Yes Vincent?" she mumbled at the groggy voice, the boy sitting up in his bed.

"Can we get breakfest?"

She chuckled softly, murmuring, "You mean breakfast?"

"Yeah." Pale eyes shifted along the room, the alarm clock shining '5:47.'

With her brows furrowed, her thoughts managed, 'Shit...' Jade heaved a long sigh, murmuring, "No, well... Sleep more, I'll go down and pick up some stuff for you to have when you wake up, alright?"

"Okay," he grumbled, falling back to his pillow. His mother didn't even think he opened his eyes much from how quickly his breaths slowed. She shook her head with a small smile, striding towards the door once she had snatched her keys and wallet. Her steps halted at the bathroom door, her phone still remaining screen first on the tile. Grudgingly she picked it up, pocketing the device. Closing the door quietly Jade patted down her dark, long sleeved shirt, eyes glancing down the hall.

It was quiet - as she liked - the lights along the walls bathing the rooms in what they would always be in: an irritating yellow. Her steps shifted quietly through the hall, quickly fashioned converse padding softly against the carpeting. Once she had reached the elevator, her eyes widened slightly, finding the same older woman from the day prior. She stepped in, the number already at the lobby. "So," she began, somewhat startling the writer, "was that your son yesterday?"

"Yes," she answered quietly.

The woman nodded, murmuring, "Nice boy, I can tell. Though, I see that you are taken," she gestured towards Jade's ring finger which was accompanied by a silver ring. The young woman merely nodded, her brows furrowed. "How young are you to take on such responsibilities?"

"Too young," she answered tiredly.

"As I figured," the woman bowed her head mournfully, "Though you seem to do fine with your son."

"Thank you," Jade mumbled.

"Now, because I like to make conversation," the woman admitted, "You are Jade Oliver, correct?" The woman nodded as the answer came similarly. She continued, noting, "It's rare, I find, for younger people to use their maiden name with their works, no? That is your maiden name, West, right? My grandson reads your books."

"Yes," Jade bobbed her head, "It is... My father told me it is wise to always use your maiden name in business, doesn't matter what it is, in case...things occur."

"Very wise words," the elder agreed, the doors opening. "I do hope to run into you some other time, you are, indeed, a character like my husband had said."

Their steps sauntered out from the elevator, pale eyes narrowing at the older woman. "Wait... Who's your husband again?" she asked quickly.

Stark blue eyes shifted over, the woman answering, "Louis Gardener." Jade's eyes widened as her expression grew tight, attention turning towards the wall right in front of her. Her steps - however - didn't register the new obstacle properly, sending the younger writer towards the floor. She swore heavily, halting the older woman immediately in her steps, her hands clutching her purse tightly.

"Wait!" Jade snapped, pinching her nose, evidence of her scowl gone with the shock factor sinking in, "You mean you're Emily Gardener with all those books you've written!"

"Why, are you a fan?" she mulled over, helping the younger woman to her feet.

"Uh...yeah, a little bit," Jade groaned, warmth flooding her hand. Mrs. Gardener chuckled, murmuring something about getting tissues; the writer assumed so anyway, her nose began to ring with a dull pain. She shifted from her favorite author's gentle grasp, cursing her luck as this would only - she swore - happen to her.

They maneuvered towards the breakfast nook, napkins at the side. "Jade?"

The younger writer froze as the woman beside her chuckled, greeting the voice. "Well hello Miss Vega," she smiled, "How are you? Someone here had a bit of a run-in with a wall."

"Tell the whole hotel why don't you," Jade growled, snatching a few napkins while her cheeks warmed slightly, dark eyes resting on her with a small smile.

"Hello Mrs. Gardener," Tori nodded, "It seems to be a small world."

"Indeed," the elder woman agreed, "Anyway, I have a meeting with some old friends in mind, you will be alright with her, yes?" The half-Latina nodded, shifting over with her coffee, placing a gentle hand on Jade's which rested on the counter.

"She's in good hands," she promised, bidding the Emily off.

Heaving a sigh, the writer strolled towards the coffee machine, right hand still clutching her nose. "Who the hell," she began, the Vega raising an eyebrow behind her cup, "meets with old friends at six o'clock in the morning?"

"Who the hell walks into walls at six o'clock in the morning?" A glare shot across the small room as she walked towards her, a hand raising to help the mother who was struggling. "How about I take that off your hands...and you should probably wash yours."

"And have it get bloody again from my nose? It's still bleeding," she snapped. However, the coffee was surrendered to Tori, the actress filling it up in no time. As two sugars were put in, the cap following, pale eyes flicked along caramel legs, the shorts only covering to the mid thigh.

"Here you go," came the drink, snatching Jade's attention.

"Thanks..." Taking a sip, her eyes trailed along the different pastries and food available.

"Do you want me to get the stuff? You don't seem to have your hands empty at the moment," Tori asked, the writer nodding softly. "You coming down here for both you and Vincent?"

She only shrugged for a moment, enjoying the not bad coffee. "I couldn't sleep that well but he needs his rest," she muttered simply.

"Neither could I," the half-Latina chuckled, "So what will it be?"

"Biscuits and gravy for me. Some toast, pastry and fruit for him," she answered, waving the other off. As Tori grabbed a few plastic trays, Jade pursed her lips in thought. "Would you-" she halted the singer in her efforts to grab the food, biscuit in her hand. "Would you like to eat with us in my room?" she asked with her eyes towards Tori's shirt, eyes flicking up for a reaction.

"Uh," the youngest Vega blinked in reply, "Y-yeah, that would...yeah I'd love to." A silence settled between them, a small grin blanketed underneath bloodied tissues and a cup of coffee while the oversized utensils used for the containers clinked against the metal. Within a couple of minutes - as a few others strolled in, looking tired for their day - the two walked out of the small room, striding passed the tables and towards the elevator. "So how did you walk into a wall?"

"I wasn't looking; don't talk about it," Jade growled, the other grinning slightly. Her steps slowed drastically once they had reached the hall with the elevator looming ahead. Tori momentarily halted, frowning as she checked her phone.

Her eyes rolled before it was slipped back into her pocket. "Oh Toby..."

"Huh?"

"Oh, yeah. It was just the friend from Chicago I told you about," she shook her head, "Sometimes we talk on our balconies."

"So is he a close friend?" Jade drawled, eyeing the half-Latina beside her.

A reply came with a nod, her voice quietly murmuring, "Yeah... I guess. We talk about a lot so he knows quite a bit about me."

"You interested in him?" came out all too quickly for the writer's taste, her teeth biting her tongue as soon as it went into the air.

Although, laughter wasn't the reaction she had expected. "No, no, no," Tori assured quickly, "No...no. I mean, he's a good guy but...he's weird. Like, really weird. When I first moved in I thought he was all strict and stuff with his suit and beard. He didn't really say 'hi' until I sat out on my little balcony and I caught him smoking a joint. That's when he kinda started to open up... Good dude but, God, there's a lot of strange people in the building."

"And you live right with them?"

"Yeah," the singer chuckled, "I found that there are a lot more rather interesting people in Chicago than here... I can't even imagine how New York is like. So many people- God." Jade listened along with a small smirk as Tori explained every single one of her neighbors, both inadvertently taking the stairs. First there was Toby and his girlfriend - who was an apparent freak when it came to the bedroom. Often Tori would find him staring with wide eyes on the balcony looking as if he was mauled by a bear. Perhaps, in a way, he was. And then there were the neighbors such as Jack and his many suitors and Annabelle who was a nerd for anything Fablehaven.

Jade remained subtly shocked by the amount of strange people in the apartments, the singer admitting she didn't want to meet the others on the other floors just in case those people on hers would look normal.

In what seemed like no time they found themselves in front of room '432,' Jade then shuffling for the card. Once the heavy door opened, Tori strolling in with the food as Jade held it open, both found that the light was on, TV playing some western film - which the mother hoped to God and all the other gods in every religion that it didn't have more than bad words - Vincent propped up with the stuffed bear in his arms. "Oh hi mama! Hi Tori! Mama? Did you get into a fight?" he furrowed his brows once he had noticed the tissues from his mom's nose.

"With a wall," the singer answered cheekily, the author scowling while her son giggled.

"Shut it both of you... And what are you watching?"

"Cowboys," he answered, a question forming from one of the first scenes he watched. "Mama? What happens when two people are shaking under the blankets with no socks on?"

"Shit," she cursed quickly, Tori staring at the child with wide eyes, "Vincent, I'll tell you later."

"How much later?"

"Until you're ten-"

"Jade."

"Fine, eleven." The half-Latina shook her head with a coy grin, setting Vincent's food down on the desk. "Alright kid, food's there," Jade gestured, the two women settling onto the bed with their own/ The boy grinned happily, pouncing into the chair with wide eyes at his meal. The bear - which had flopped in his grip by the ear - had seated itself against the desk leg.

"I named the bear," he muttered, crossing his legs before shoving a piece of watermelon in his mouth.

"What did you name it?" Tori turned around, opening her box of eggs and toast.

"Bucky," he replied simply.

"How did you come up with that now?" Jade swallowed her bite of biscuits.

"There was a girl under the sheets and she randomly yelled it," he shrugged, the two glancing wearily down at their food.

Tori leaned closer to the writer, eyes on the innocent boy before asking quietly, "Did he just name the bear that came free with the honeymoon suite I got him from a sex scene?"

"I cannot raise this child," she merely shook her head, eyes widening as Vincent turned around, smiling at the two girls. The actress set her plastic box to the side, closing it as she felt her stomach twist slightly. Though, she could not suppress the small grin crossing her features. Pale eyes flashed towards the chair beside her, her right hand pulling out the tissues. Luckily, nothing came out. As she tossed them into the trashcan beside her bed, eyes widened at the chair, a black bra laying on top of the clothes.

In a flash she tucked the garment into the bag it sat beside, cheeks growing pink as she felt curious eyes behind her. She twisted around anxiously, Tori snickering gently. "Anyway," she sighed, "How about your neighbors?"

"They aren't as interesting as yours," Jade smiled gently. As she explained the few she had gotten to know the names of, Vincent watched their interactions with interest, eyes darting between them while hands absentmindedly grabbed pieces of fruit from the plastic box.

-o0o-

She glanced at the mirror with a stern expression, thoughts coming up with few reasons to not swim. "God..." Jade growled, scratching along her toned stomach, briefly thankful that she had pushed herself some years ago to go to the gym. Of course, once she didn't have what felt like a ton as her stomach. Rolling her eyes, the writer slipped into her capris and grey shirt. As she strolled out towards the bathroom door, Jade concluded that it had been a long time since she had swam.

Too long for her comfort and willingness to go back.

Nevertheless, Jade brought her gaze towards Vincent who sat watching the television, Bucky in his arms. "Ready to go?" she growled, snapping his attention over. He nodded excitedly, the TV flashing off before Jade chucked the remote towards the edge of the bed. "Alright, come on then," she murmured, shouldering a bag, Vincent grabbing the door. Mirroring the times before, the two eventually made their way towards the lobby, Tori and Cat conversing themselves in whatever imaginable. It always was hard to predict given the redhead was in the conversation.

"Oh, hey you two!" Tori turned once she had glanced at the newcomers, "Ready to head down to the pool?"

"Yeah!" Vincent jumped, hopping in his steps as Jade grinned, her head shaking.

"Alright," she sighed, the half-Latina pulling her aviators over her eyes, following Cat through the tall doors. Vincent waddled beside his mother, glancing around at the grass and trees, anticipating the adventure in the pool ahead.

"Mama?" he looked up at pale eyes, "Can I walk with Tori?"

"Go ahead," she nodded, letting go of his hand as he jogged towards the singer. She blinked down at her new company with a smile, Vincent returning it eagerly. Cat watched as the pair strolled in, Jade following through the small gate for the shallow pool compared to the larger sets beside it.

She prodded Jade's side with an eyebrow raised. "So...you two are getting along with her nicely. It's good that he likes her you know," she nodded as Vincent reached to hold her hand.

"Yeah, it is," the author agreed. "Didn't you say Robbie was coming?"

The redhead hummed, pointing towards the skinny man over by an umbrella, hurriedly lathering sunscreen along his pasty body. "He needed more time to get ready," she explained further as they reached the table.

"Hi Tori!" he raised his arms as the group joined, "Hey little guy, how are you?"

"Good," Vincent replied simply, holding out a hand for the sun lotion. He turned towards Tori, handing her the sunscreen. She nodded, squirting some on her hand before rubbing it along his back, younger dark eyes glancing at his mother with content. Jade smiled warmly at him, glad that he was able to socialize better than she ever did at his age.

The ventriloquist - though Rex remained at home that week - turned towards Jade, complimenting, "He's such a cute kid."

"Don't call him cute," she growled.

"Alright...alright," he mumbled, "Adorable then."

"Good enough," she gave in, folding her arms as she seated herself underneath the umbrella's shade. Her eyes kept to her son who sat by slope, the water gently caressing his ankles as the actress sat beside him.

Tori tilted her head to the side as he fumbled around with his hands, eyes darting back towards the others. "You guys want smoothies?" Robbie asked, bending down with his hands on his knees.

Vincent nodded as the Vega dipped her head down, both wishing for mango smoothies. As the lanky man strode towards the bar, Cat and Jade conversing with each other, Tori glanced to her side. "Do you like your mom?" she asked softly, Vincent nodding.

"We draw together and she explains stuff and she sometimes gives me hugs and kisses but I know that's when she really gives love," he explained, his sentence becoming a nightmare to some English teachers.

"What about your dad?" Tori asked, her brows furrowed once she realized she hadn't heard of Beck anytime during the trip.

She felt her heart drop as his expression reflected Jade's, eyes stone cold and face unreadable. Slowly, he puts as his knees bend, "Sometimes we play airplanes and trains together and build small huts... But he isn't around a lot, it's just mama and me."

"He is a busy person," she nodded carefully.

"Sometimes," he continues softly, "I don't see him for a long time and when I do...he yells with my mom."

Tori frowned, drawing out hesitantly, "They did argue a lot in high school."

"Did she cry?" he asked abruptly, turning towards her with a concerned gaze, "She cries every time...against the door. I go up and try to make her happy, but you can't always see her smile... But you can see with your...uh...with your, uhm, heart." Silence drew between them, Tori at a lost for words; she had attended their wedding, they were happy enough. She saw them together when she last was in Los Angeles; Beck - as she recalled - was practically hurling himself to the ceiling he was so excited for a kid, daughter or son. "I hate it when she cries," Vincent murmured, snapping her from her thoughts.

"Me too," she mumbled, the boy glancing over.

"You see her cry? I asked Robbie and Andwe and Cat and they've never seen her cry..." Tori shrugged, Vincent glancing at the water.

"She would come to my house and ask for help."

"Do you love her?"

The question halted her breathing, mouth opening and closing as if she were a fish. Her eyes blinked rapidly, the small boy grinning softly. "I know you do," he murmured, "She hugged you and didn't scream at you for touching me... She doesn't do it to Cat either but it took a week, Cat told me."

"You're too observant to be four years old kid," she chuckled, gesturing towards the water. "Do you want to go further?" Vincent nodded happily, thrashing in as she followed smoothly.

Pale eyes watched - detached from the words flowing beside her - a small grin quirking her lips as the Tori chuckled glasses dropping into the pool. Constantly, as the minutes droned by, she flicked her gaze towards her son, making sure he wasn't drowning.

So yeah, didn't expect the beginning to happen the way it did but whatever... Anyway, updates won't come as frequently as they have been since I'm in high school, going back to it tomorrow. I'll plan to get the rest of this story done before/around college starts again (which is in two weeks...I really want that Associate's degree in Science) but I don't know how long this will be. I doubt it will reach twenty chapters but who knows.

Oh well, hope you enjoyed!

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