Triple Trouble

Meeting the First

Chapter 2

Karylle's POV

"So K, how was it? Did you get to go around the mansion?" Uncle Lou asked when I entered the kitchen. He was standing in front of the counter, wiping the plates laid out for cleaning.

"They all looked alike." I whispered to myself, not bothering to look up.

"Huh?"

"Uncle, you didn't tell me there were three of them!" I said, still in shock. He looked at me weirdly before he slowly realized and started laughing, hysterically might I add.

"Uncle." I frowned, internally rolling my eyes.

"Sorry." He said, breathing in to calm himself. "But yes, there are three of them. Triplets. Why?"

"Nothing uncle, it's just - they all look so -"

"Cute?" Uncle interrupted making me almost choke on my saliva. At the same time, I felt my cheeks burn, and I'm not sure why that happened, but I looked away so that he won't see.

Not gonna lie though, it's true. Three cute guys who looked exactly the same. It was almost as if they weren't real.

"Didn't answer cause you agree?" He asked raising one of his eyebrows. I looked down so he nudged me. "Ohh someone thinks they're cute." He teased with a smirk on his face

"No I don't."

"Uh huh. Sure." He said folding his arms and looking at me teasingly.

"Okay, fine. They're cute." I confessed, taking a seat on the stool with a huff for getting that out of me. "But I don't even know them."

He scoffed, fixing his apron, "Then get to know them." He replied, as if it was an easy thing to do.

I shook my head, now laughing. "You know what uncle? I missed this. Our little banter. Ever since you left the house, it's been quiet."

"Hey now, don't change the topic." He said pointing his finger at me. I laughed again and so did he. "But you're right, I missed this too. I'm not really close with anyone here, except for maybe one." Then he winked and continued to wipe the plates.

Out of curiosity, I asked him. "And who would that be?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll meet him soon." He placed the plates back on the cabinet and hummed to himself. I didn't bother to say anything else so I just sat there, watching him move around the kitchen until he left for the bathroom.

"Hey Chef Lou-"

A voice suddenly echoed through the quietness of the kitchen, making me jump from my seat. I turned my head to see where the voice came from and it was that same guy in the garden earlier with the guitar. He was staring right at me, his face clearly showing confusion - probably wondering who I was. He looks even better up close. I stared back at him, speechless as his piercing dark brown eyes scans my face.

He cleared his throat to break the awkward silence.

"Who are you?"

"I.. Uh. I.." I stuttered, his stare and his presence giving me a hard time to talk.

"Oh Vice! I see you've met my niece?" My uncle's voice rang behind me, saving me from the embarrassment.

The guy whom my uncle called "Vice" looked at me again and held his hand out. "My name's Vice."

I took his hand and shook it. "Ka..Karylle." I said. Vice gazed at me again before turning his head towards my uncle.

"So Chef, is the cake done?"

Uncle Lou nodded and gestured to the fridge. "In the fridge. Let me get it real quick."

No, dont leave me with him.

My uncle left to grab the cake, leaving the two of us alone. Again. There he goes again with his staring. I tried to busy myself by pretending to fix the spices on the counter, but soon enough his stare started to bother me. Before I could even tell him to stop staring at me, my uncle came back with the cake.

"Here it is." He presented the cake to Vice who looked like a kid receiving a new toy. It was frosted with the color red and black. A guitar with a small hand reaching up to it was designed in the middle of the cake with letterings on it as well. It was cute.

"This is perfect. Thanks chef Lou."

"You're always welcome Vice." My uncle said.

"I'll go now, thank you again chef Lou." Vice said lifting his right hand up and using two of his fingers to salute my uncle. I saw him stare at me one last time before leaving the kitchen.

After a minute or so of just looking at the invisible trail the triplet left behind, uncle finally spoke. "He was the one I was talking about." I looked at him curiously. "When he was a kid, he was always in the kitchen asking me to cook his favorite food. Until now, he's still doing that, which is probably why we're close."

I nodded my head, not really caring. "Well - he seems rude to me." I suddenly said out of nowhere.

Uncle laughed at that comment. "He's a good guy, K. What makes you say that?"

"He keeps on staring." I pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing. "And his "who are you"? Kind of rude if you ask me."

"He's not rude K. Vice is a very nice guy. Maybe it just seems like he's mean at first, but that's just the way he is. He's very mysterious. Very private." His eyes dropped as he grew quiet. "But he wasn't like that before." He added, avoiding contact.

Oh, I thought.

Then with a quick sigh, he looked back up at me and smiled as if the previous conversation never happened.

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I entered my room and looked around. My uncle had just finished telling me about my role in this mansion and what I have to do every single day. He told me I would be his "assistant" and he was pretty excited about having one.

"Finally, I get to order someone around."  He had said while laughing. He seemed so excited.

I wondered around, memorizing every wall and ever corners of the room. It's not that big, but I don't really have a problem with room sizes. I take a few steps, circling the room and ended up sitting on my bed. The smoothness of the sheets was very comforting; enough to make me want to stay in bed for the rest of the day.

Speaking of the day, I tried to recall what had occurred earlier in the day and remembered how I met one of the triplets.

First of all, I recently just found out that the owners of this house were triplets and that they're goreous and one of them, the one I met, seemed so curious about me that it was almost annoying. Especially since his actions came off to me as rude, which is mostly because of his stares, but come to think of it, who wouldn't think the same thing if someone just kept on staring at them for no reason.

I rubbed my temple and closed my eyes, realizing that I'm yet to meet two more "Vices".

Great. That should be fun.

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