Ever After

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

CARSON'S POV:

When I woke up again, it was because Vincent kept on knocking on my door like a maniac. He told me that I had half-an-hour to get ready and that I should bundle up because it was chilly outside. Though, because I was still half asleep, I really didn't catch that part about "bundling up" so after taking a quick shower, blow drying my hair, putting on my thick black-rimmed glasses, and whatnot, I ended up wearing my jeans, my beat-up converse, and just a long-sleeved shirt.

          When I opened the door of my suite, Vincent was already waiting outside. 

          "Come on," I said grabbing my large handbag. "Let's go."

          I looked up to Vincent who was just staring at me with wide eyes. 

          "Why the hell are you staring at me like you've just seen the Holy Virgin or something?" I asked, annoyed.

          Vincent blinked. "You're wearing glasses..."

          "I've always worn glasses."

          "Well, this is the first time i've seen you in them since i've gotten back--"

          "It's called contact lenses, smart child and besides," Carson said, shrugging. "My eyesight isn't as bad as it was two years ago. Sometimes, i can even go a day without wearing contact lenses or my glasses."

          "So you weren't wearing contact lenses on the plane, right? 'Cause I heard that it's bad sleeping with them still on--"

          "No, I wasn't."

          "So why are you wearing glasses now?"

          "So I don't get hit by a crazy taxi-driver."

          Vincent laughed. "Well, anyway," he said, looking down onto his watch. "The taxi is probably already downstairs waiting for us so..." He stepped aside so I could walk ahead. "After you."

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"So we're are we going exactly?" I asked as the taxi drove further away from the hotel and further away from the crazed paparazzi.

          "Somewhere."

          "Very specific, Vincent," I replied, sarcastically. "Very specific."

          After several more tries of trying to get Vincent to tell me where he was taking us, I finally gave up. There was no use to of even trying in the first place considering the fact that Vincent was always a stubborn boy. Besides, since we were getting stuck in traffic I figured I might as well take a nap. However, just as I was about to drift off into a deep sleep, I could feel somebody's eyes on me. 

          The corner of my lips twitched up into a smirk. "Take a picture," I said, to Vincent. "It'll last longer."

          "I-I wasn't staring!" Vincent argued. I felt his head turn the other direction.

          "You know how my voice goes high when I lie?" I asked Vincent.

          "Yeah..."

          "Well, you stumble on your words when you're lying."

          I think Vincent might have said something but I didn't quite catch it because I ended up sleeping. My head eventually found its way to Vincent's shoulders again and at first, Vincent's body stiffened like it did on the airplane but after a few more moments, he finally let out a sigh as he relaxed.