Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 47 - Quality time with the Sinclair's. 2/3

After a wonderful thirty minutes Vincent and Y/N shared, Vincent had finally decided it was time to show her what he came to see her for.

"So, anything special planned for today?"
Y/N asked Vincent, to which, he tilted his head from side-to-side.

Vincent was indicating that she was half correct and half not. Vincent did have something planned, but it wasn't necessarily a special occasion..

Vincent grabbed the messy plates and piled all of them back onto the tray he had used to bring Y/N's breakfast in, and he lifted it off of Y/N with ease. Vincent nodded his head towards Y/N's bedroom door and she almost immediately understood what he was trying to tell her; he wanted her to follow him. For what? She didn't know.

Y/N stood up with Vincent and slid on her pink bunny slippers one of the men had brought back from one of their usual "trips into town". She didn't want to know how they got them when they had no money.

The H/C haired girl followed the very tall man out of the room in which she liked to seclude herself in.

Vincent quickly placed the dishes in the kitchen then came back out to bring Y/N to the old, rotted and secluded part of the house, where Vincent did all his art. That's where he got all his peace and quiet to think.
He wanted to teach her something, something very special, that he hoped would strengthen the bond between the two of them - he wanted to get closer to the prepossessing young woman walking along side him.

"Is this where you wanted to take me?"
Y/N asked, gesturing to Vincent's art room in which they now stood.

Vincent nodded.

The tall man gently placed his hand on Y/N's lower back and pushed her carefully towards a potter's lathe and sat her on a long bench that stood vertically behind the lathe.

Vincent placed some clay for the Y/N to mould. He thought it would be good for her to learn something new and keep her day a positive one by giving her something fun to do. It would also give him a chance to be around her more, he had come to not only like but cherish her presence.
Vincent wished to never be apart from her.

"Wait, Vincent, I don't know the first thing about pottery...I can barely even draw a nice stick figure let alone make a whole vase by myself."
Y/N laughed nervously.

Vincent shook his head. He wrote on a piece of sketch paper he found crumpled on the floor.
'You're not doing this alone. I will help you.'

Y/N read the sweet words over in her head.
"Oh, what if I mess up though? I will have ruined a perfectly good piece of clay,"

'You're fussing over nothing, Y/N. You will do fine, I swear.'
Vincent wrote once more.

Y/N sighed with a smile that she couldn't force off of her face.
"Well, okay. I'm trusting you, this better turn out better than Betty Woodman's pieces."

Vincent could swear he was growing more fond of this woman by the second, she knew everyone Vincent looked up to off the top of her head without even knowing it! It's as if they were made to know one another...

Y/N started the moulding right when the lathe started spinning. Vincent watched intently as she tried to shape the piece of clay to whatever shape she had planned on doing in her mind.

Y/N became frustrated after about seven minutes of trying to get the shape she wanted for her vase and eventually just stopped doing anything all together.

"Vincent, I can't do this..."
Y/N pouted, her messy hands lying flatly in her lap.

Vincent patted her head then walked over to her, taking a seat behind her and wrapping his large and strong hands over hers, he guided the two pairs of hands over to the still spinning piece of clay.

Vincent smoothly guided Y/N's fingers over the masterpiece they were creating, it slowly coming together and Y/N was starting to get the hang of it - all she needed was a little help.

Vincent scooted closer to Y/N and she could feel his soft and steady breath in her left ear. Her face flushed indefinitely at their proximity.
She would even go as far as to say that she didn't mind it, even though she was losing her mind about it.

She had never even held hands with a boy romantically, let alone had one sit behind her and hold her, so yes, she was freaking out slightly.

After quite a long while in that position, the vase was finally done and ready to dry. It was almost picture-perfect. There was a few wobbly parts but thats what made it so unique and special. It gives it life, and shows even the most beautiful things have imperfections, but are still just as gorgeous.

Vincent set the vase off somewhere to dry, then another pair of footsteps was heard creaking closer. A deep voice filled with Southern ethnicity called out in the silence.

"Vincent, ya down here?"
A familiar voice came closer, until Y/N saw it was Bo rounding the corner.

Bo looked rather surprised to see Y/N there, but he played it off with his usual intense and controlling stare.

"Vincent!"
Bo yelled at the taller man, shifting his gaze over to him.

Vincent flinched slightly at his loud voice while Y/N watched with a close eye in concern.

"Did you take my screwdriver?"
Bo demanded more than asked, sharply.

Vincent shook his head.

"Bullshit ya' didn'!"
Bo yelled again.

"Bo! Calm down! I'm sure he's telling the truth, have you even looked before coming down here just to yell at Vincent?"
Y/N asked with her now freshly washed hands crossed over her chest and giving Bo a pointed look. She knew how Bo was, he was very quick to assume and judge others.

"That's none of your goddam' business, now is it missy?"
Bo spat at Y/N.

"Considering you're accusing Vincent of something he didn't do, right in front of me, I'd like to say it is."
Y/N spoke firmly.

"What the hell is she even doin' down 'er?"
Bo glared at Vincent.

"I'm down here having a nice day, which of course you just had to come and ruin."
Y/N responded for Vincent, trying to take some of the heat of Bo's strong glare off of him.

Bo shot his head towards Y/N and stomped his way menacingly towards her.

"Since ya want to be apart of this damn conversation so badly, I'll include ya."
Bo deepened his voice. Bo grabbed Y/N's upper arm and started to pull her away from the rotting half of the building and into the newer half.

"Hey! What exactly do you think you are doing?"
Y/N pulled against Bo.

"I'm including ya. You're gunna help me look for my missing tools, little lady."
Bo replied.

Y/N groaned in irritation and looked back at Vincent. He had a worried glint in his eyes and wondered if he should go or stay put, Vincent hating standing up to his brother. Bo had an evident short temper and boy is he scary when he's mad.

Y/N gestured for Vincent to just stay there and she would be alright.

Vincent wringed his hands out like a wash cloth full of water out of uncertainty. But he stayed put, he didn't want to make Bo more angry than he already was, it might end bad for not only himself but for Y/N if he followed the two disappearing figures.