Emma
"Oh I wish you'd entered the pageant, Emma. You fit. You both would." Carol rubs at my shoulder and smiles sweetly at both of us. Tyler snorts beside me. We got caught while recording funny videos of her dance class at school.
"What?" She frowns at Tyler.
"It's for the prudes." He rolls his eyes. "Also Emma would look like a hobbit in that dress-"
"And he would still be a troll in the tux." I smile. Carol laughs.
"Okay. You two better get inside with me and practise." She declares like she's the president. "As punishment."
"What?!!"
"Yes, you've spoiled my precious time and now it's only fitting you learn the art you were making fun of. Come on, now."
"Since when moping the floor is an art?" Tyler argues but Carol pushes both of us inside the room. This is so humiliating. Tyler and I drag our feet to a spot in the back. Elena and Stefan both look up and their eyes follow us. Elena shakes her head at me. I roll eyes at her.
"I hate your mom. She's a motherfu-" I start whispering.
"Too far." Tyler looks at me warningly. "A bitch sometimes, yeah." He mouths and I giggle. He smiles at me.
"Honor your partner. Stay focus, right hand around. Flirt with your eyes. Left hand around." Carol beams at all of us. Something between a snort and chuckle leaves my mouth and it's pretty loud. Everyone turns to glare at me.
"Okay I'll shut up and not make you all anymore miserable than you already are." I sigh and turn to meet Ty's eyes. He's trying hard not to laugh out and puts up his left hand in front of me. "Come on."
"This is ridiculous." I mutter and bring up my hand in front of his, not touching, our palms facing each other. I laugh quietly. Ty shrugs. "Maybe only because we don't know how to do it?"
"Both hands." Carol is saying so we bring up the right hand too.
"I can think of someone who was around when the dance was invented." I speak before thinking and gasp. Tyler gives me a quizzical look.
"Um-your mom, I mean. Look at her, you sure she isn't an ageless vamp or something?" I smirk. Ty shakes head and spins me around suddenly. I squeal and I'm in his arms the next moment. Carol barges up to us. I swiftly move away from him. Ty looks flushed.
Carol on the other hand smiles at me. "No! No! There's no touching during this part. It's about the simple intimacy of the near touch, Tyler, Emma." She gives us both a knowing smile and walk away to others.
I stare after her. "Is your mom still interested in men...She's been giving me these looks these days. I swear-" I whisper.
"Ew, Ems." Tyler makes a face then looks away. "I told her. About us. About what I did-well, not exactly, she'll- just, she really likes you, Em. And, in her twisted mom brain, she thinks you and I are- you know, perfect for each other and whatnot. She wants us to get back together. She's messed up, my mom." He huffs and scratches his cheek awkwardly. I don't know what to say so I just stand there shifting on my feet.
"I mean," He starts finally looking up at me. "That's not possible, right? After everything-" He stops short expecting me to say something. I can't believe he's doing this right now. So soon after I took him back in my life. The hell? He would have said this after two years and I would still not be sure. He hit me, okay? You forgive them the first time, they come back harder the next.
"Come on, again, everyone!" Carol claps and the moment passes, thankfully. Ty doesn't mention it afterwards.
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The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)
FanfictionHardin Salvatore has always been the reckless one, the troublemaker, the one who fucks everything up. Even though he won't agree, but all he has ever craved for, is to belong with his brothers : Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore, the ultimate duo...