Things to learn (Cameo)

For as long as Vy's brought home older friends Brittany has played this act. Any way to be better then her daughter, which in her eyes is not a difficult task. And apparently she still holds her game. From what's been said she's certain Vy's actually managed a boyfriend, making it that much better to screw with. Even more obvious Matthew needs someone better, older and far more attractive, and he knows this to. Why else would he be so open about why he's here while her daughter's just lying? And now he's asking for her type. Just as it used to be, she easily win over anyone. "Mhm, I sure do." Brittany agrees with that same coy grin. On this occasion she most certainly likes a guy in uniform.

There is a bit of guilt for leaving Matthew with both her daughter and mother. But also not much for Vy to do while cooking. Of course she could go in there and take Brooklyn off of their hands, but that would only leave him alone with Brittany. Probably not a good idea unless he's into that sort of thing, though Ky probably isn't. And there's no way around controlling Brittany, leaving her with a lack of options on how to save her friend. "Almost ready." She reassures with a small chuckle to herself. Wonder what's going on in there, and how bad he's being tortured.

"Oh don't call me grandma. I'm the attractive twin sister, remember?" Brittany corrects with a tilt of her head and that same smile. She grabs the ball that has created an even bigger mess and throws it off into the kitchen, already knowing that Brooklyn will chase after it. "Come sit, tell me about the academy. Vanity never does." She reaches for Matthew's wrist to tug him to sit next to her, and when he doesn't sit close enough she removes the space. A hand gently upon the younger guy's knee and all.

Unexpectedly, yet not really, Brooklyn comes running into the kitchen shortly after a ball bounces in. The pasta's poured into the strainer as Vy spots the little one. "Hey Cutie." She greets with a short laugh as she continues to stumble around the room after the ball. "I don't think Matthew wants to be stuck in a room with Nana." Is explained as she mixes the the cheese and shredded broccoli with the pasta. "Go play ball with him." She urge for the sake of her friend. "I'll be in in a second." Though Brooklyn doesn't have the best vocabulary yet, she does understand quite well. Getting a hold of her ball before wobbling into the other room.

That old charm is still there. How could it not be? She's practically the youngest grandmother in the district with only being in her early thirties. And why wouldn't the young boys want someone more experienced and attractive, like her. She's always known this, and now it's only reassured as she takes Matthew's rush of words and uncomfortable look as signs of this. Nothing to be nervous over, boy. A curious and interested expression taking up her face as she listens to him answer her question. Just slightly does she lean forward and fingers creep closer to between his legs rather then working to the more suspicious place of downward, listening especially to just how hard it is for him.

"Two doesn't sound very well." Brittany observes with an innocent pitch and act, yet with a know it all sort of attitude. As if she really is the twin sister and simply making fun of the other one, as if her and Matthew did all the time. Best way to truly win him over is to make him think the only good thing about Vy is the fact she introduced him to her. "She never did have much up there anyways." She jokes while gesturing to her head, and of course with her free as the other remains firmly upon his leg. For some odd reason he keeps talking about her though, and the low points Brittany could careless about. But when her raising techniques come up she finds interest once again.

Sounds like Vy doesn't tell her boyfriend much. "Sure did." Brittany actually replies with a slice of confidence over the tough part, that's about all she did right. Sadly Brooklyn barges in, and though she's a lot more fond of her, this isn't the time. And even stranger Matthew grabs his chance at the distraction. Offering for Brittany herself to read to the Rugrat, at least using her name, but retrieving to his feet immediately afterwards. Is his mind going to places it shouldn't? Trying to stay faithful? How sweet, though she doesn't plan on accepting that for a second. Then her daughter comes in, an even more annoying interruption, with dinner nonetheless as if that's a reasonable excuse.

A soft chuckle escapes from Vy with one glance on Matthew's pleading face, more out of guilt then humor though. He's practically begging for her to take Brittany off of his hands, and now that she's done cooking, she gladly will...try. That is, if she even can. "Yeah, I'll get right on that." She replies sarcastically about conversing on the academy, assuming that's what they were talking about before. The large bowl is placed on the coffee table along with a stack of smaller ones and silverware. For now they can be preoccupied by food, and that sounds like the best strategy.

"Vanity, don't you have a bar or a fight, something to get to?" Brittany questions after a couple of minutes of being fed of with listening to forks scrape against bowls and food being shuffled into mouths. "I'm sure me and your boyfriend wouldn't mind watching Brooklyn and getting to know each other better."

Vy nearly chokes on her food from what she hears, unsure if it's from tonight's big joke of a fake relationship or the fact Brittany actually thinks she'd leave. "I'm sure you'd really like that to happen, mother. But it's not going to."

"Can't you take a hint when you're not wanted around?" Brittany snaps back as she always does when not getting her way.

"Can't you shut the hell up?" Vy somehow remarks back in a much calmer demeanor. After years she's learned to easily ignore her mother's pathetic insults. It's for different reasons why she'd love to blow up on that ass hole of a parent, but she also wants to keep her cool with company around. A task she might not be able to keep for much longer. This is not how she imagined tonight turning out, sorry Matthew.

'Sorry,' Vy mouths back to Matthew's silent holy shit to express his time with her mother. Without further explanation she fully understands what he's been put through. Back in the day Brittany was even worse with all the guy career friends that Vy would bring over. It annoyed her just the same, though the majority of them enjoyed the inappropriate behavior. Asking to come over just to see the older sexy mom. She doesn't even want to imagine that she actually slept with any of them, but she wouldn't doubt it. Things have clearly not changed in the least, and even being a mother herself she still has to witness the now grandmother flirt it up with her friend. How awkward could this get as the oldest of them all sits far too close to him with the other company and all.

Both cough up a storm in response to Brittany's words. The reasons only pilling on as she continues to talk. Great going with the boyfriend act, Matthew. And here Vy's supposed to be the stupid one. To top things off Brittany openly admits to wanting to be alone with him, and the food might as well be stuck in throats at this point. If she hasn't crossed it before, she has certainly crossed the line now. Evoking just a tad out of Vy as she attempts to calmly put her mother in her place. To no surprise it doesn't work and only starts that back and forth Vy wanted to avoid. How she'd love to ditch right now and ignore it all as she handles everything, except that she can't with Matthew over.

Finally a spark of intelligence has found it's way to her friend as he fesses up that they're not in a relationship. A sigh is released from Vy with hopes this may cool things down. If only that was the case. "Of course you're not!" Brittany exclaims with a widening smile, as if that was actually what she waiting for and he ended it like that for her. Sure Vy's expression doesn't say that she's upset, but she's a good liar. That must be it. Once again she's stolen away another boy. The scoot closer enhanced to where her knees touch his and her hand returns where she feels it's rightful place is, right above his knee but no where too close.

"Mother!" Vy drops her bowl on the table enough to draw attention else where but not break it. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?" She asks through gritted teeth.

"Are you ever going to learn manners, Child? Shut up!" Brittany demands with her deadly glare turned to her daughter, shifting back to sweetness before returning her gaze back to Matthew. Anything to belittle her adult daughter while also winning over anyone she cares about.

A more harsh sigh comes from Vy's lungs this time around. No matter what she does there's no changing Brittany, or even getting rid of her. Anything said she has a comeback to. "When are you meeting your girlfriend later?" Vy redirects the conversation like that and mentions the fact Matthew is taken, and by someone else which will hopefully help. Plus who knows how long she'll be able to put up with this, an estimated time might help before someone's forced to leave. And Vy's not quite sure who that'll be.

There's a slight implication within Vy's question to get someone to leave. Either for Brittany to get the picture he's unavailable, and by someone other then the life she's to keen on ruining. Or for Matthew to get the hint this is not the place to be. When he was invited over it was on different terms, not with the plan of him meeting mommy. "Awesome." She comments without an enthusiasm in her tone. There's no way she's going to be able to deal with this for another thirty minutes, even if it's not too long of a time. Something's going to happen, and someone's going to cave.

"Kyanite? Isn't she the cute Brunette that comes over to help with Brooklyn?" For a mere second Brittany's attention turns to her daughter, though not for long as she quickly returns her eyes back to the male in the room. "It's so nice to have someone other then me that's good with her." Might as well start with the underlying insults now, especially with her time limit being started. How much will it take to make sure he doesn't stay friends with Vy? If anyone was capable of finding out, it's Brittany.

To no surprise Vy's eyes snap upon Brittany just as she would, she is her daughter after all. Saying she's not good with Brooklyn, is crossing the line far too much. And for a second it's as if Vy's ready to pounce. Luckily Matthew stops a complete brawl from starting, whether he knows it or not. The news finally broken though Brittany doesn't appear affected in the least. Even when her hand's forced off his thigh, she only sees it as an entertaining challenge. "Straightforward, I like it." She comments as if they were talking about something completely different entirely. "But you shouldn't be so quick to assume." Again she's leaning towards him like before, a slightly seductive voice even joining in.

"Kitchen, now." Vy demands with glare upon the witch like she was ready to kill her right here and now. This has been embarrassing enough and she fully intends to end it someway or another. Unlike before Brittany actually comprehends this time, placing her bowl on the table before silently excusing herself to kitchen. Of course one last flash of her teeth is given Matthew's way before all of this. Different from her mother despite the genetics and upbringing, Vy's eyes stay directly in front of her until she's around the corner and out of sight of the two in the living room.

For the past four years Vy has lost being scared of her mother. That intimidation is just no longer there as they now constantly battle for who's more powerful. She manages to corner her mother against a wall though she of course doesn't seem bothered in the least. "You really need to stop embarrassing yourself." Vy informs with a harsh hushed voice. Matthew's been dragged into her family drama enough, he doesn't need to hear anymore.

"I'd say you're doing that all on your own with inviting a taken boy over." As if Brittany has much to say given she's the one that's been flirting up a storm. That's the method she uses though, which only infuriates Vy more so. Guess after eighteen years she would know all of her buttons. Brittany's volume staying a little over normal with no care over the others hearing, like she wanted them to.

"Right, because the creepy grandmother making a move on him doesn't top the cake." Vy doesn't even bother with protesting against what Brittany doles out. She knows very well the only way to defeat this witch is to use her own medicine against her. Say anything that might spark something out of her, just as she was doing. And it works nonetheless as a set of pretty and smooth knuckles carve into the side of Vy's face, though only evoking a smile out of her. Someone doesn't have anything left to say. Which in her book, is a win despite the mark it may leave. "Someone's temper hasn't changed." She comments, giving her all to resist hitting her mother back.

"I will teach you respect one day." Brittany promises with additional anger from not receiving the emotions and response she wanted.

"Good luck with that." Vy mutters back as she rubs her cheek as if to rid away any trace that might of been left. But she won, and that's truly all that matters. Because in no time she hears the front door slamming to declare the departure of Brittany. "Thank god." A relieving sigh is released before she returns to the living room with a tad grin upon her face. "Sorry about that, the sexy twin sister is finally gone." She relays the good news as she takes a seat once again. Even the little one's happy over this as she finally feels comfortable enough to continue eating with that chaos being gone.

Ding, dong the wicked witch is finally gone. What a huge relief that is in it's self. Not even for the fact that the bickering is finally over, but that it's no longer taking place during a horrible time like now. It was one thing dealing with the flirtatious act, as Vy's had to withstand for years, and another thing entirely having Matthew witness their amazing family relationship. Something that he points nearly immediately when she returns by herself. Certainly a lot of crazy families are normal in comparison to hers, that she already knew. Despite the anger still fading from what happened, a small grin does come to her lips in response. He's trying to make light of the situation, and that she can only be thankful for.

"I'm sure." She comments with a short, pathetic laugh. Guess one good thing resulted from this, gratitude for the better things in life. A sigh being released to declare the ending to all of this. Eyes going down to the little one sitting not too far from where she stands. How she hates that Brooklyn was here to, yet doesn't with the peace the toddler manages to bring no matter what. Fingers running through thin blonde locks to show her appreciation for the rascal until something else draws her attention.

Arms wrap around her, and after everything that just occurred she automatically flinches back in response before accepting the hug. Matthew being kind? LIke things couldn't get any odder. Another joke comes with the short embrace, making fun of her mother and the ridiculous stunts she pulled. His way of dealing and reacting to all of this couldn't be any better, something that Vy was truly worried about. Doesn't seem like she really needs to be anymore. "Yeah, I know. Sorry again." It's all still a bit awkward though she's trying to shrug it off. Bending down to the coffee table, where Brooklyn's still slowly consuming her meal, once released from the hug. Surprisingly the comfort did help in the smallest way, though she'll never admit to it.

"So lesson one is what not to do." She finds her way back to the humor as well. It's the best way to deal with everything, and she's just happy Matthew agrees. "You alright Brookie?" Focus turns to the little one, guilt setting in as it always does when Brooklyn's around for a fight. A nod reassures her that she's been unaffected by it all. Not really a great thing since that sort of means she's used to it. A half grin coming to Vy's face in return before a tiny finger points to her. "I'm okay." She encourages back as tiny arms wrap around her this time. "Finish eating sweetie." Which Brooklyn does though she pulls over her bowl and plops down on her mommy's leg despite the fact she's only balancing on the end of her feet. A chuckle is given back as Vy caves in, picking up the two year old for a second to sit in a better position before having someone in her lap. This is how she wanted today to be. Better late then never.

If only Vy could decide not to worry about this with a snap of her fingers. Hearing that Matthew's not too bothered by it does help in the slightest though. At first he even seemed to be enjoying the game until Brittany pushed it way too far. Probably best to just forget about it all together, which sounds like a perfect plan to her. Only giving a faint grin in response to his reassurance. Great, now they can drop it. After all he did come here to attempt at getting along with a toddler, not learn about her home life. So that's exactly what she jumps to as she uses Brooklyn as a distraction. The perfect maneuver as the Little one never fails her.

Another joke is brought to the table, and this time possibly crossing the line just a tad. It is only a joke though, which is why a grin quickly joins in with the cold stare directed Matthew's way. Far too many years with Brittany's influence, but she's slowly ridding of the effects. "Rude." She states the obvious with a humorous tone. "I'd like to see you do better." It's not like she even really cooked as she only boiled some noodles and added a bit of broccoli to the already prepared meal. The kid's eating it and getting some vegetables, that's all that matters.

She hasn't even tried a bite of the supposedly distasteful creation. Eating just doesn't come to mind sometimes with responsibilities fully on Brooklyn, especially when also distracted by Brittany. A scoop is taken from the bowl not too far off but she doesn't find much more of an appetite for it. Guess the couple of bucks for the better brand is worth it despite appearing just the same. Gotta save money in any little way, oh well. She finds herself at a lose for words as she simply watches the rugrat who's still eating in her lap. Her energy completely opposite from before as she even radiates her joy of grandma's departure. Luckily Matthew comes up with the next conversation, though it's not at all the pleasant topic that's needed.

"I don't know." She explains truthfully with a lowered tone. Her now red cheek leaning to rest on the top of Brooklyn's head, ignoring the sensitivity it now holds. "Have you figured it out?" Is returned back to him since he's in the same predicament. Like that she snaps out of the saddening feeling as she lifts her head again and returns to her normal self.

Slowly but surely the little one finishes her entire meal, grinning from ear to ear as she holds up her empty bowl. "Good job, Brookie. Why don't you go get a book?" After all the best way to handle a kid is keeping them busy so they're not destroying the place. That smile somehow grows even large with this request as she scurries off to the bookshelf. Just for a minute they're able to have adult time and discuss the academy while Brooklyn goes through her array of options. Far too quickly she comes back though, with that adorable giggle and all. "Petter pan, nice choice." Vy gives an approving grin though she doesn't scoop the little one up again. "How about you go ask Matthew to read it so I can clean up." Happily Brooklyn agrees as she carries the book over to the other bigger person and climbs onto the couch.

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