Vince and Victor were, of course, already wide awake when Ferris knocked on the door. Vince opened the door, looking surprisingly neat. It looked like he had finally gotten his hands on a comb. "What?" he greeted, but before Ferris could answer, he had already disappeared into the kitchen.

Victor walked out a second later and furrowed his brows slightly at the boy standing by the doorway with a box of what seemed to be, judging by the smell of it, food. "Breakfast?" he asked in confirmation before adding, "Set it in the kitchen, I'm sure Vince will appreciate it," he said, having spent most of the morning hearing his brother whine about food. And with that, Victor disappeared from the room and out to the hallway, where he proceeded to walk over to the girls' room to wake his little sister so she'd be ready for when their parents arrived. Which he honestly had no idea when it would be, but he assumed it'd be soon, they had said they'd arrive in the morning, after all.

Ferris immediately felt the tense atmosphere of the room, his eyebrows raising just slightly as Vince opened the door for him with a rude 'What?'. But he was far too used to Vince's grumbles to be offended, and followed into the kitchen as Victor instructed. "I brought food," the boy said to Vince, setting down the small box on the counter as he took out his wand and returned it to its normal (rather large) size. He grabbed a roll for himself before grabbing a few plates, handing one to Vince as he started to fill up on the rich breakfast foods.

Vince narrowed his blue eyes suspiciously at Ferris as he enlarged the box of food he was carrying and then handed him a plate. "What'd you do?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow at the boy while taking some toast into one of his hands. "I'm suspicious, Montgomery," he stated, as if this wasn't obvious already. "Since when do you just randomly waltz in here bringing breakfast and all? Huh?"

Ferris turned his brown eyes to the boy across the kitchen from him as he told him he was suspicious, asking what he had done before pointing out that this morning's behaviour wasn't exactly normal for him. Vince had caught him with a piece of biscuit in his mouth, so it took a moment for him to answer as he quickly finished it off. "I dunno. I just woke up early this morning and thought it'd be a nice idea to get everyone breakfast," he admitted with a shrug, leaning back against the counter. "And I mean, your parents might be hungry," he added, revealing a bit of the real reason that he hadn't intended to show.

Vince raised his eyebrows slightly. "Maybe..." he muttered, blue eyes still on Ferris. And then he smirked; a devious smirk that hadn't graced his face very often since the beginning of this whole adventure. "Aww, is Ferris Wheel trying to give the in-laws a good first impression?" he asked, getting up from his seat to grab a glass and fill it with with water, the most amused and mocking of smiles on his handsome face. "Very cute, Ferris Wheel, though I highly doubt food will be one of their main concerns when they arrive." He paused for a moment. "Do you think I should tell them about how you and Vianna used to always run off and break all of Victor's rules? 'Cause, y'know, they'll want to know. And what about your habit of sleeping in the same bed, hmm? Oohhh, I've got one... should I mention what happened back in your town with Julia? Should I tell them you snogged some girl right in front of their precious daughter?" he continued asking, eyes almost sparkling deviously.

Ferris's stomach dropped as Vince quickly caught onto the real reason behind breakfast, mocking him teasingly as he mentioned that he was obviously trying to impress 'the in-laws'. It was then that Vince started listing off the many things that he could've informed his parents of, having to do with things they wouldn't exaclty approve of between himself and Vianna. Most of which, he had expected Vince to say, but the last comment got him a little agitated. "Look, that wasn't my faul--" he started, but quickly cut himself off, shaking his head as he gave a small sigh, eyes a little narrowed. "Are you this mean to everyone, or is it just me?" he asked after a moment, looking as though it was a legitimate question though his expression was filled with nervousness and agitation.

Vince snickered with amusement to himself as Ferris began to explain himself before stopping abruptly, then going on to ask him if he was really that mean to everyone or just him. At this question, Vince raised his eyebrows slightly. "Mean?" he repeated with an amused smile. "I'm not mean, Ferris Wheel, I'm just doing my job as an older brother. It's only fair Mum and Dad know who their daughter is really dating, don't you agree?" He then returned to his seat as if nothing had just happened and continued eating his food merrily. Of course, he had no intention of telling Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzi any of these things, but he figured he should have his fun and torture Ferris with it while he can.

Ferris listened as Vince told him he wasn't mean, that he was just doing his job of telling his parents about who their daughter was really dating. "You are aware that when you tell them this, they'll immediately connect that you were here when it all happened, right?" he said, following after Vince with his own plate in hand. "Meaning that it could come across as you did a crack job of being the big brother, am I wrong?" he said casually, slipping into the seat across from Vince.

Vince looked up from his plate as Ferris came over and pointed out how this could make things not only bad for Ferris, but for him as well. The boy looked highly amused, though. "What, is this you trying to convince me to keep my mouth shut, Ferris Wheel?" he asked with a grin. "'Cause if it is, it's not working. What do I get to lose with that, really? Not much. But you..." he trailed off with a bit of a smirk, his gaze falling to his plate as he began to eat again. "Unless, of course, you don't really care about my sister in which case I guess you don't really lose anything either."

"No, I was just saying," the boy mumbled to himself as he started to eat, listening as Vince explained that he wouldn't be losing much really, but he on the otherhand, would be losing quite a lot unless he didn't care for his sister. "You know perfectly well how much I care for your sister," Ferris replied between bites, his brown eyes still a little nervous, but he felt no need to convince Vince of keeping his mouth shut, knowing there was nothing he could do. "I've been at her side constantly for the past two and a half weeks, I think it's time that you realized she kind of sort of likes me as well," he pointed out, his features calm and blank. He didn't seem to be pointing at anything or upset, just talking now with the boy across from him.

"Being at her side doesn't mean you care, Ferris Wheel, it just means you're a stalker. And probably obsessive, too," Vince replied absentmindedly as Ferris spoke, not really paying all that much attention anymore as his stomach began to demand he focus solely on his plate. "Exactly why she likes that, though, is beyond me. But it can't be healthy; I'm a little worried, actually," he went on, as if Ferris was some type of psycho person that posed some sort of threat.

But it was then that Victor and Vianna entered the room. "I'm going to go downstairs. You guys stay here," said Victor before walking right back out the door he had just come in through. Vianna nodded her head slightly at him with a large smile. She was changed and fresh out of the shower, no longer that sleepy girl Ferris had left in the girls' room. "Good morning!" she greeted the other two in the kitchen cheerfully, her steps light but full of energy as she proceeded to take a seat at the round table. She was too excited to eat much, and merely stole her brother's water, taking a sip from it. "I'm excited," she commented with a smile, as if it wasn't obvious already.

Ferris's jaw dropped as Vince compared him to an obsessive stalker, "I can't say anything around you, nothing pleases you," he decided with slightly wide eyes and a shake of his head. It was then that Vianna entered the room, making her way over to them cheerily. He smiled a the sight, his brown eyes unintentionally going dazed for a moment before he snapped out of it and went back to his food. "Good morning, Vi. Could you please tell your brother that I'm not a stalker?" he asked casually, as though asking someone to pass the salt.

Vianna beamed at Ferris and listened as he asked her to tell her brother he wasn't a stalker. She chuckled softly at this. "Sure." She turned to Vince. "Vince, Ferris is not a-- wait, what?" Her brows furrowed and she turned back to Ferris. Blinking with confusion, she gave him a questioning look before turning back to her brother. "What? What's going on? What were you two talking about?" she asked, but before either one of them could answer, she was already turning to her older brother with an accusatory gaze. "What did you to him now, Vince?"

Vince's jaw dropped and he looked up from his plate with disbelief in his eyes. "What?! I didn't do anything! Why do you have to assume I did anything? Maybe... just maybe, Vi, your boyfriend is the one you should be questioning," he said. But Vianna was having none of it, and so he gave a defeated sigh, opting best to confess. "I was just commenting on something he said earlier about being around you all the time; I think it's stalker behaviour. He disagrees," he explained simply before returning to his plate.

Ferris couldn't help but smile slightly as Vianna immediately turned to her brother, asking what he had done. "No, he's right, he hasn't done anything," the boy agreed in Vince's defense, his free hand coming to rest with Vianna's on the tabletop. "He's just under the impression that I'm a stalker. Like he said, I disagreed, yet something tells me he's not complete convinced," he explained with a warm smile, his amused brown eyes turning to Vince for a moment before going back to Vianna. "I was simply asking that you clarify, because I'm apparently a stalker."

Vianna turned away from her brother and to Ferris as he explained. "Yes, he's not a stalker, Vince," she confirmed with a sigh, turning back to her brother with a hint of impatience in her voice. She didn't feel like dealing with this so early in the morning. "I hope the two of you will behave today, at least around Mum and Dad... right?" she asked of them, turning from one boy to the other.

"Oh, I'll be good alright," Vince assured her with an innocent smile. "Anything Mum and Dad ask, I'll do... and tell," he finished with a grin before getting up to wash his messy plate. Vianna furrowed her brows slightly at him in mild confusion but made nothing of it, assuming her brother was just being weird as always.

Ferris watched Vince get up and leave, a hint of hesitance in his brown eyes at his last words, only letting it show when Vince's back was turned. But he turned his attention back to Vianna, his hand picking up her own and intwining their fingers on the table as a smile returned to his pale features, "Good morning, Vi," he said, as though just now appreciating her presence. He leaned towards her and gently placed his lips on her own, once more letting the magnets behind their lips work.

Vianna turned back to Ferris as he gave her a second good morning, and chuckled softly, amused. "Good morning, Professor," she told him with a smile before he leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. Amused, Vianna returned the kiss for a couple moments before pulling back with another smile on her lips. "Did you sleep well last night?" she asked, remembering how the boy had fallen asleep beside her the night before, rather amused by the memory.

"Very well, actually," the boy said with a warm smile as Vianna asked if he had slept well the night before. "I assume you did, you didn't want to get up," Ferris recalled with a soft chuckle, his dimples coming into view for a moment. He remained silent for a moment as a bit of nervousness fell into his expression. "So...do I look okay?" he asked softly, not wanting Vince to overhear if he was anywhere near. The boy had made a bit of an effort with the limited amount of wardrobe he had with him; wearing his best argyle sweater vest (gray, green, and yellow) with a short-sleeved undershirt and his jeans. It wasn't that much, but he had made an effort to keep his curls in control that morning.

Vianna chuckled softly as Ferris asked her if she had slept well before adding that he assumed she did, since she didn't seem to want to get up that morning. "Yes, I slept very well," she confirmed with a nod before taking a sip from the water she had stolen from her brother earlier. She was distracted for a moment before Ferris spoke again, asking her if he looked okay. At this, the young girl returned her gaze to him with a slightly puzzled but amused expression. "Of course, Professor. Why?" she asked, since it wasn't necessarily everyday that Ferris asked her about his appearance. But it was then that it dawned on her, and her light eyebrows rose with amusement sparkling in her large blue eyes. "Aw, Professor!" She chuckled softly with amusement, completely endeared by him. "You're so cute... you look great, don't worry," she assured him with a smile.

Ferris fidgeted with her fingers awkwardly as Vianna asked why, hoping that she could make the connection herself. And soon enough, she did, letting out an 'aw'. He smiled as she told him he was cute and that he looked great, "Thanks, Vi," the boy murmured, a sheepish smile on his expression as he let out a soft chuckle. At least the she liked his nervousness, "So...are you excited?" he asked with a small smile, sure that she was, but he was ready to get the topic off of himself.

OOC: I'm off for twenty minutes, gonna get me some food!

ooc: Okay! Enjoy!

Vianna giggled lightly at the boy beside her, completely amused and charmed by his nervousness. As he then asked her if she was excited, Vianna nodded her head. "Very," she admitted with a grin. She paused for a moment, a little thoughtfulness on her young features as she watched Ferris quietly before asking, "I'm pretty sure they're arriving right now... do you want to go down and say hi?" she asked. "It's cramped in here and you'll get the awkwardness of meeting them out of the way quicker," she added. Though she was sure her parents would be welcoming to the boy, they were overall friendly people.

Ferris listened as Vianna told him she was excited before asking if he wanted to go down to the lobby, as her parents were probably arriving right at that moment. "Right now?" he said, his brown eyes widening for half a second before he concealed his expression and it returned to being blank. "Yeah, yeah...Of course, let's just, go," he said with as warm a smile as he could muster, starting to stand up from the table, his hand still intwined with Vianna's.

Vianna couldn't help but chuckle at Ferris's nervousness before they got up from the table and headed over to the door. "Don't be nervous, Professor, my parents aren't scary at all. I promise," she assured him as they walked out to the hallway. The girl let her gaze fall upon the boy at her side and, getting on her toes, placed a kiss on his cheek, just to encourage him. "You'll be fine. C'mon." With her hand still around his, she began to lead the way down the old wooden stairs.

Ferris couldn't help but smile as Vianna reassured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and telling him that her parents weren't scary. He gave a soft chuckle, "I'm sure they're not," he agreed with a small smile before he was distracted as they started moving again. Down the stairs, one step at a time, the boy moved with his hand still intwined with Vianna's. 'Hi, I'm Ferris.' Wow, that sounded dumb. Uh...'Nice to meet you, I'm Vianna's....'No, no, that wouldn't work. 'Ferris. Boyfriend. Me.' Oh gosh, I'm screwed.

ooc: Poor Ferris. Posts might be a little bit slow (and long) now that I have so many characters to juggle... >.<

Vianna gave Ferris another encouraging smile before turning her gaze back to the wooden steps. At the foot of the stairs, along with Victor, were two older figures - none other than Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzi.

"Mamma! Papà!" Vianna exclaimed with pure joy filling her young features as she almost ran down the last few steps, losing Ferris's hand somewhere in the way as she was soon enveloped in the arms of her parents, who exclaimed something in return in what was obviously Italian.

With a faint smile, Victor took a step back from the group, having already given his parents the proper greeting, and turned to Ferris. There was mild amusement in his features at the sight of the nervous boy before he returned his gaze to the other three. After receiving a shower of kisses to the face from her mother, Vianna took a couple steps back toward Ferris and took his hand again, leading him forward to the two elders. She spoke in English now, "Mum, Dad… this is Ferris."

Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzi then turned their eyes upon the stranger.
They were a funny pair, the two of them. Mrs. Vincenzi was a beautiful, slender, and very tall woman - it was easy to see where the kids had inherited their good looks from. Her brown hair was long, though not as long as Vianna's, and hung in carefree waves around her tanned shoulders. Her eyes were large and light brown, like a sort of caramel colour, and her tanned skin seemed to glow under the dim sunlight that entered the old inn. She was, in other words, very beautiful and very Italian.
And then there was Mr. Vincenzi, who stood about five inches shorter than his wife. He was a round man, with a large belly hiding beneath his emerald green robes. His eyes were crystal blue, just like all three of his kids, and his large nose round at the tip. He had very little hair, and the bit that he did have was a mix of gray and black. And his smile was very kind and welcoming as he looked up at the much taller and much younger boy. "Ahh! You're my little Vi's friend, I heard?" he said with a very strong Italian accent in his English, making it just a little difficult to understand him as he held out a hand.