Oh Brother

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

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“I don’t know if it’s because he has the same name as my dad, but I feel really bad for Stefan,” Christian commented, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl I was holding.

“I know.” I sighed. “But Damon. Think of all the pain he’s been through.”

“What about all the pain Stefan’s been through?”

“Well, he’s more attractive than Damon.” I grinned at Christian. “That makes up for everything.”

Christian rolled his eyes and I giggled. Everything felt okay. Just being here like this with him was okay.

Crying to Dee a week ago had really helped me. A part of me had accepted that this was as much as I could ever get from him, and I was okay with it. There were plenty of fish in the sea, so the most I could do was move on from him.

“Are you going to the school dance?” Christian asked, throwing a popcorn at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him and wiped the popcorn away. “Yeah, how about you?”

He nodded, but frowned. “Yeah, but…”

“But?” I raised my eyebrows, intrigued.

“It’s a formal dance, right?”

I nodded.

“Which means we have to do ballroom dancing, right?”

I nodded again.

He sighed. “I don’t know how to ballroom dance.”

“Really?” My eyes widened at Mr. Perfect. “It’s actually not that hard.”

“So you know how to?”

“Yeah, I love it.”

Suddenly he brightened up. His blue eyes shone and I frowned, wondering what would come next.

“Will you teach me how to ballroom dance?” he asked, eyes shining with hope. “Please.”

The question caught me off guard. For a fact, I knew this was a bad idea. I was supposed to be getting over him, which made dancing with him a bad idea. But seeing how he excited he looked, I was left with no choice. I couldn’t bare to reject him.

“Sure,” I replied, looking away as he grinned. “Later though. When our parents are gone.”

“Yeah, for sure.” He chuckled lightly. “Your mom would have a heart attack at the sight of us dancing together.”

I smiled, knowing it was true. My mom would get a heart attack. I knew that ever since Stephen told me that she wasn’t happy with Christian and I getting closer. That was one of the reasons why I knew being with Christian was impossible. My mom would definitely never accept us together.

“Okay, I’ll teach you at around six. Got that?” I eventually said.

He nodded and the excitement I saw on his face was almost painful. Even though a part of me was also excited, I also felt like this was a bad idea. After all the feelings I forced away from him, I had a bad feeling this would bring them back. But, there was nothing I could do

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“Why are you wearing heels?” Christian asked, frowning as I walked to the middle of the living room.

“Makes the ballroom dancing more elegant.” I shrugged.

Christian walked towards me with a smile on his face. I wasn’t sure of why he was so excited, but I was glad to see him so happy.

“Well,” he said, stopping in front of me. “At least you’re finally taller than my shoulder.”

I glared at him as he laughed, even though he was right. He was six feet and I was barely five feet. Our height difference was huge, and finally I caught up – a bit.

“Do you want to learn to ballroom dance or not,” I said, grinning as his eyes widened with fear.

“Yes, sorry, don’t be mad,” he quickly said.

With a satisfied smile, I stepped closer to him. My heart was repressing any sort of feelings as I stood near him, but I still couldn’t stop my heart from pounding at the smell of his cologne. It was like a forest – like the forest we hiked in.

“First,” I said, forcing myself to forget about the nice smell. “Put a hand on my waist.”

He did that gently and his eyes softened as I smiled. A part of me was loving this, but the other part of me felt wrong. I hated how I always had an inner war with myself.

“Now I’ll put a hand on your shoulder,” I said, doing that. “And we’ll hold our empty hands together.”

He grinned as we were now in the position to ballroom dance. My smile grew as well, seeing his gorgeous grin. Shaking my head, I knew I had to shower to forget his his touch. Probably in holy water.

“This is the most intimate we’ve been,” he commented, staring right into my eyes as he continued to grin.

I laughed, but blush flooded into my cheeks. That was a total lie, but he didn’t know that. The memory of his birthday party was missing for him.

“Anyways.” I rolled my eyes, trying to get rid of my blush. “Let’s dance.”

I began showing him the moves to ballroom dancing. At first, I had to admit he was terrible. He kept stumbling over his own feet, stepping on mine, and moving in the wrong direction. If it wasn’t so amusing, I might’ve been annoyed by the pain in my toes. But eventually, we got it done. Slowly, but surely.