The Vines'

***The Vines - Second View

Heartburn, a very intimidating bladder and dormant butterflies testing their wings in the pit of my stomach.

Hang on! They are officially going crazy. Flying around drunk... in love.

Natalie stood in the middle of us with her back turned to Ty. She didn't even bother to face him. I suppose I have all the facing to do. Right?

Natalie broke the silence, which was as loud as a yard party at Uncle Ron's. I do not know who that is, by the way. Also, I've never been to a yard party but you do get the idea? Okay, right now my internal voice is driving me insane!

"I am going to be over there", Natalie said in a sing-song voice while pointing at the cozy corner featuring a U-shaped couch, a glass coffee table and a chandelier illuminating... guilt. The couches are staring at me in the most rudest way and the red carpet is showing me PG rating signs. Did I consume weed contaminated edibles?

No. I am merely passing time. My hazel eyes followed Natalie until my back was facing Ty's hurtful expression.

"Alayna."

His voice sent shivers down my spine. I desperately closed my eyes and willed God to fetch me. Upon opening them I envisioned beautiful pearly gates. Nope. That was an imminent fail. Oh well, I turned around to face the music. Uncle Ron's music.

"Tyler", I whispered in hoarse voice. I cleared my throat and tried again.

"Gosh, time flew. I actually need to leave because I am tired and... stuff. I have a lot of sleeping to do." I pointed at the glass door leading to freedom.

I could have done better than that if it weren't for the vigorous flutters of the ratchet butterflies, who are now clearly trying to escape!

"I am sorry. Am I making you nervous?", his eyes had a playful hint.

"You should be so lucky. More like dancing on my last nerve, yes. That sounds about right!"

The audacity!

"You babble when you get nervous and your words are clearly failing you.. but you are Miss Alayna Watson. Right?"

"I didn't quite find the time to get married", I stared at him defiantly.

"I see, but you sure found the time to get pregnant", his voice meant business.

"Okay. This encounter was not really pleasant but congratulations on your success. Namaste. Goodbye" I reached out in an attempt to grab my purse from the counter.

"Where is my purse?", I asked God. Clearly it isn't here anymore and the people around me are conveniently pleading the fifth. I turned to Ty who now had his hands tucked in his pockets. He looked at me innocently whilst shrugging his shoulders sympathetically.

"Namaste, you say. I suppose that now you must stay as we need to find your bag. Yes?"

"I cannot believe you! You stole my bag?!", I am practically screaming at this point.

"You are welcome to lay a formal complaint, Miss Watson", Ty walked towards Mr List Blocker and asked him for the relevant form.

"...or you can come with me."

He turned on his heel without the slightest interest in a response. I had no other choice but to frantically run after him. I have never been this annoyed with any person, ever.

"Careful now, Miss Watson. You are no longer participating in marathons abroad and you are certainly not in the shape to do so either", he gave me a smug smile as I stepped into the elevator with him.