Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13 (possibly more later)
Genre: Drama/Romance
Feedback: Yes! Please! But be nice!
Summary: Vincent Gray, now 33, is at a depressing stage of his life. When he meets a young girl, his life will change forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the show Judging Amy whatsoever and in no way am I affiliated with it.
Author's Note: Yeahy! I have written yet a longer chapter! I must warn that later in chapters ahead the drama will increase but for now, here is a happy chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter 15
"So who would you have gone with?" Vincent asked.
"Erik," Laura replied as her and Vincent walked out of the theatre. It was Friday night and as Vincent had promised when they made plans, they went to the theatre. They finally both agreed to both go and see Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think that he is still cute despite he is deformed. Plus, he is really caring and seems to be really protective which is kinda sweet in a nice yet scary way. Christine should have stayed with him."
"And Raoul?"
"Don't get mad if you're a fan but he's just a hero wannabe who just shows up at the worst possible moments and ruins Erik and Christine's relationship. Erik was more of an emotional in-depth character who suffered for a good part of his life condemned to the anger, pain, and fear done upon to him by society."
"Wow, for a 22 year-old, you're smart. I don't think that I ever was like that at 22."
"Yeah. Well, you're forgetting I majored in Lit."
"And I did too. Sorta. If it wasn't for the fact that I left school."
"Why did you leave?"
"I don't know. Maybe my dreams of being a writer. I guess that it all came down to me at the end and I realized that it was harder than I thought. I had a nervous breakdown and left. I never turned back."
"But you did write a very successful book."
"To some. For example, Donna tried buy all these copies of it on a website until they finally banned her."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No. I'm serious."
"She seems to be such a great friend."
"She is. She's been through some rough spots but she's made it through okay."
"That's good. It probably helps having a friend like you."
"Yeah. Hey, do you want to have something to eat?"
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Well at the park there usually are snacks like hot dogs and stuff. We can get some and talk more."
"Great.
They did so and sat at a bench facing a small river to talk.
"After this week, I really needed this break," Laura commented.
"Yeah. I don't think I've ever had this much fun in a while."
"So. How's everyone?"
"My family?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Also, Donna's trying to get more work as a lawyer and Adriane is busy with her ABC's and her 123's."
"Aww! I was planning on dropping in to visit your mother at DCF later to find out how life at the place has been ever since I stopped volunteering there when I moved back temporarily to Canada."
"You moved back?"
"Yeah. But when I came here again I was piled up with so much work I hardly had time for volunteering."
"So you were friends back then?"
"When I first came here I had to do some volunteer jobs for gradation credit and I somehow wound up at DCF. My mother had just passed away. I was still copping with her death, my relationship with my father, and starting a new life. I was in a totally new place. She really helped, encouraged me, and supported me. Truthfully, she was like my idol.
Vincent smirked.
"What's so funny?" Laura asked.
"Just that you are the first and only girl that I've ever invited over that my mother and company approve of and actually like and doesn't seem to have any problems with."
Laura laughed and said, "Vincent, if you only knew the problems I go through you would probably change your mind."
"What problems?" he asked concerned.
"Life, Vincent. The problems that life sends to us that we have to face. The ones we have to overcome like our fears so that we can accomplish our goals."
Vincent just gave her a look.
"Anyways, I don't want to got all metaphorical thing here," she said starting into the river and taking a sip from her soda. "What?" she asked as she noticed him staring at her.
"I'm 33 and I don't even t talk the way that you do."
"Of course. You're a guy…I'm a girl."
Vincent laughed and said, "You know what, I'm really glad that I met you."
"Same here," she said as they both looked into the distance.