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part i - chapter ii. week ii.

"Are you ready to go Ang?" Vicent asked. It was morning and time for Angie to fly back to New York. Surprisingly, Angie was more than ready to go back home after the whole incident at Zayla's party. She hopped down the hallway, slipping on a shoe was she did so. Once she had it on, she clapped her hands and smiled.

"Let's go."

To Vincent, Angie's enthusiasm was strange. Justified but strange. He understood that his partner in crime was extremely embarrased because of what happened between the mother and daughter at the quince but he figured maybe Angie would want to stay a few more days just to dwell and maybe even talk to Tristan or her sons but apparently, that wasn't the case. There was a small part of him that was ready for Angie to go home so he could spend some time with Xander and he felt absolutely terrible about it. But the heart wants what the hearts wants.

Even though he had these thoughts opposing Angie's departure, Vincent kept his mouth shut about it.

The short drive to the airport was a silent one. Angie found this uncormfortable silence to be just that; uncomfortable. There was never a dull moment when Vincent was around and because they were in the middle of one, Angie knew there was something on his mind.

"What is it?" She asked, looking towards him. Vincent had never been one to beat around the bush or lie about his feeling so this conversation would hopefully be sweet, simple and to the point.

"It's just," Vince paused for a moment to form the correct words so he wouldn't offend his friend. "Why are you so eager to go back to New York? All of your friends and family are here in Florida. Your kids are in Florida. Why do you want to abandon them again?" Angie only sighed.

"Vince, I would love to stay but-"

"Then why don't you?" Vince cut her off. Another breath came from her mouth and her hand coursed through her hair.

"Because it's not that easy. Didn't you see what happened yesterday? If I stayed here, it would only make things worse. I think it would be best if I just kept my distance and went home." An states. Vincent didn't understand Angie's predicament. He didn't know what she was going through.

"I just think you should consider staying for a few more days." Vincent's voice was drowned out by his ringing phone. He reached in his back pocket to grab the singing device then answered it.

"Hey, Vince. Is Angie there with you?" Tristan asked from the other end of the line. Vincent wasn't very surprised to have Tristan call him about Angie. He knew something was going on between the two the night before when they were outside even if they were trying to make it seem like nothing. He responded with a small smile on his face.

"Yes, Tristan. Angie is sitting right here next to me." He made sure to put emphasis on Tristan's name so he would catch Angie's attention. He certainly did.

"Can I talk to her? I would've called her but I guess she changed her number." Tristan gave a small awkward laugh. After that statement, Vince put the phone on speaker.

"Oh, sure. You can talk to her." Vincent held the phone out to a wide eyed Angie who was very shocked to know that Tristan wanted to talk to her. She shook her head no. She could only imagine what he wanted to say to her and she just knew that none of it would be pretty. He was probably going to yell at her about the night before and she didn't feel like hearing that. She already felt ashamed and she didn't need Tristan to chastice her about anything to make her feel even worse.

She and Vincent had a brief argument full of shrieks, swats from Angie and short demanding faces from Vincent.

"Get the fucking phone, Angie." Vincent growled in a low tone. Begrudgingly, Angie did just what she had been commanded to do.