Famous Collide || h.s.

Chapter 42: Speechless

Lisa P.O.V.

After discussing why we'll doubtless "win", we change the theme, since it was getting later. I was about to call my siblings - well - probably Christina, but I was stopped by Elena with the words: "Not now. Let them time to digest what they've heard from Caroline."

I just nodded and set my phone back. It felt better to know that they now knew what was going on. But at the same time it also made me worry.

What would they think now? What would be proceed in their minds and do they come clear with the news? What would they tell Mom and Dad? Would they betray that they were here with me? What about Mike? He seemed to be so worried.

"No no!"

Abruptly I raised my head and looked into the face of a smiling Jo.

"What?", I furrowed my forehead.

"We said no worries for now."

"I was thinking.", I explained. "What about-"

"Thinking leads to worry, my dear.", she shook her head. "Try not to think about how they feel now. You should use this free time - from pain and worry - and do what you want to do. For now, your body is under rest and you shouldn't use this time to create new worries or may fears, understand?"

I slightly and slowly nodded until I stood up taking a deep breath.

"Good.", she sipped her coffee and scanned the room thinking herself.

My eyes caught by themselves the beautiful and ancient piano. A slight smile played on my lips when I went to it. I pulled the stool rightly and sat down before I opened the key guard looking at the dusty keys. Some had small fingerprints, which was probably my fault by playing on it days - perhaps weeks - ago.

Almost automatically my fingers began to play a random song by touching the keys in rhythm. Then some minutes of using all of the keys, I began to play a piece I remember playing in my free time back in old times. While playing I remember how barely Lauren had tried to play the song on her own. Until she finally accepted that she wasn't old and far enough for doing this piece. I chuckled softly and shook my head slightly. And where is she now? In the hospital in a coma fighting for her life.

I sighed and pushed back those thoughts, looking back on the keys. The dust was now further destroyed, where it became clear to me that he is now stuck to my fingers. But I didn't care, because I was living my hobby right now. So why should dust bother me? In fact, that I could wash my hands if I don't won't dirty hands.

"Don't bother the dust?", Damon asked as he could read my mind.

"No.", I answered. "Why should a small thing like dust bother me, Damon?"

"You're a woman.", he thought aloud.

"That's right."

"Woman don't like dust nor dirty hands.", I heard him filling his glass with scotch.

"Women also don't like pain, even if they have to endure it every month. Women also don't like annoying men, even if she loves to taunt herself. Women also don't like alcoholics, even if that made themselves constantly in her presence.", I pointed my lips slightly to hide a grin.

"I'm not an alcoholic.", he said indignantly.

"I didn't mean you, but pretty good that you applied it on yourself."

Elena P.O.V.

Elena didn't even tried to hide her grin as Damon drank his scotch didn't answering Lisa. It was kind of annoying for him. But Lisa was right, he was drinking his scotch like hell. It's sort of his hobby.