A Siblings Advice

Brother's just know: He's not right for you

Andrew's POV:

3.15am *Buzzzzzzz*

Who the hell is calling me at 3am in the morning, anyone who knows me will KNOW that I am going to be asleep at this time. SO WHY CALL ME. Groggily rolling over, desperately searching for the offending phone so I can shut it off, I reluctantly open my eyes and am greeted by my little sisters' caller ID, filling my phone screen. Little Dot would like to facetime.

Being 7pm in the UK, it is entirely possible that my darling sister has simply forgotten about the time difference between London and Bunbury but equally, what if something is wrong? Nah, math was never her strong point, she has totally just forgotten the time difference, so rolling over, I place my phone under the pillow and close my eyes again, gently drifting off. The phone vibrates again. No, something has got to be wrong. Flicking the light switch on and running a hand carelessly through my hair, I answer and my heart sinks. I'm faced with my baby sister, her famous redhair a mess, makeup smudged and tears flowing freely down her face, her hand pulling at her cheek and rubbing her eyes in frustration. "Oh Dot! What's happened little sis? Stop rubbing your eyes, you'll hurt them. Take a breath, calm down and start at the beginning." Seeing her this upset, it has got to be something pretty big. Dianne is one of the strongest woman I know but she takes things hard, never publicly but when she gets home, she falls apart.

"Andrew...he...he..h-" she cries, every time she calms herself down, it seemingly washes over her all over again and it kills me, I just want to hug her so bad. "He doesn't want me Buzz, I love him but i'm not good enough for him. We had planned a beautiful night, romantic night and I had even finished up with Joe early so I could get things ready. I EVEN BOUGHT NEW FANCY UNDERWEAR!" she sobs, her shoulders bouncing up and down as I cringe, chuckling lightly as I attempt to distract her with humour, "DIANNE! That's far too much information for your big brother! But if you have gone to all this...effort? What has made you think he doesn't love you? Sounds like there is love there to me?" I press, trying to cheer her up before we get back into it. "I finished rehearsal early tonight, I even got Joe to bring me tealights and scented candles and wine on his way in this morning because I knew I wouldn't have time myself. Joe wanted me to go back to his tonight and film a video with him but I turned that down too. Then, as I was setting everything up at home and cleaning myself, he rang me.", the tears start again, less hysterical this time but i'm so confused.

"Wait..who rang you? Joe? How is he getting on by the way? How's the dancing?" I distract again, shocked by the sudden sparkle in her eye when she talks of Joe, the way her face lights up and the way she becomes lively again. I wonder if she has realised these feelings yet, if that is another reason she has taken this business with her boyfriend so to heart tonight.

Dianne's POV:

"Wait who rang you?" Realising just how confused my poor brother is and how early it is back home, cuddled deeper in to my bed, wrapping my blanket around me as plan to catch my brother up on the latest. "My boyfriend rang me. But Joe, he is so good! We've got the jive and you know how difficult that is for a beginner. Considering he has never danced before, Buzz he's brilliant and he's so funny, we always end up laughing and he would do anything for me at all." I ramble, momentarily forgetting my pain, remembering all the little things Joe had done for me recently, how well he is coming on and the excitement of our first live show. Smirking slightly, Andrew smiles, "Joe sounds pretty amazing Dot, i'm glad someone is looking out for you. Sounds like you have a good friend there. Now, as much as i'm loving seeing you smile again, what did this boyfriend do?" Sighing deeply, I reflect on our phone call earlier.

Sitting on my bed, wrapped in my towel and daydreaming (of course), today's choreography still running through my brain but the shrill ring of my phone distracts me, a smile breaking out across my face as my boyfriend's face fills my screen. " Hi babe! You nearly here? I'm so excited for tonight, I've uh...I've got something specially for you, I think you'll like it a lot." I husk, the thought of reuniting with him after a few weeks, driving me mad with anticipation. "Yeah about that babes, I can't uh...uh...I can't make it, i'm busy tonight." He stutters, not sounding in the least bit apologetic, in fact, sounding like he doesn't even care. But the knife in my back? That came when I heard the woman giggling in the background. When I heard her calling him babe. When she asked if he was done with the "bitch" and could come back to her now. Taking a deep breath, I plan my confrontation, " Babe? Who are you with? Who can I hear in the background?." Bracing myself for his answer, I wait. Silently. "Oh don't mind her babe, she's just a bit of fun. I'm sure YOU'RE having plenty of fun with that toyboy you're dancing with, I know what you're like Dianne, sleep with anything." He laughs harshly, the words slicing right through me.

"If that's what you really think of me? We are done. I hope she is everything I couldn't be for you." I say, shakily, trying to sound as confident as I can. He just laughs bitterly, "Oh she is everything you aren't and more, babe you could never compare. Like I care anyway, delete my number and have fun with your shitty new underwear" He laughs, hanging up and leaving me sobbing silently on my bed, towel falling off my hair and red dye going everywhere.

But I don't care.

"Oh my Dotty, you did not deserve that at all and I know you don't want to hear this, but he was never right for you. A guy like that? He doesn't deserve to know your love, or your new underwear or the genuine amazing human that you are. As upset as you are about this, I can't help but feel there is a little more to this story...something to do with a certain new dance partner maybe?" Raising his eyebrow, he looks at me expectantly, able to read me like a book. HOW DO BROTHER'S ALWAYS KNOW THESE THINGS?! Blushing furiously, I say the words that I do not want to admit. "Buzz, there's just something about Joe. He's not my usual type at all but he makes me feel...special. I can't...I don't know how to explain it. He makes sure I always have something to eat before we dance, something at lunch and the other day, he bought me a tuna sandwich, even though he hates fish, because he knew I was on my period and feeling ill. When we hug, there's just something there...a feeling I've never had before. Coupled with guilt. So much guilt." I finish, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Why did you feel guilty Dot?" He always asks the difficult questions. "Because of him...I had a boyfriend but I was feeling these things...well THAT'S not an issue anymore at least." I laugh bitterly, " But what if I ruin his chances on strictly? More importantly what if he doesn't like me? And I make a fool of myself again. No no, I can't think about Joe anymore, not like that." Determined to focus on myself for a while, I don't need a boyfriend. " I do feel better about the shitty happenings of tonight though, thanks bro."

Smiling back at me, rubbing his sleepy eyes, " I'm glad, it really hurts me seeing you this upset when I cant give you a hug but you know, i'd be on the next flight if you need me. As for the Joe thing, go with what feels right Dotty, trust yourself. Brother's just know, I know you're destined for amazing things this year, he wasn't right for you but there is someone amazing out there for you, someone who understands you for you. Now, I love you but im exhausted and I need to sleep. I'll talk to you soon Dotty." He mumbles, clearly very groggy. "Alrighty Buzz, i'm sorry I woke you up bro, I love you and thank you for tonight. Chat later!" Hanging out, I feel a sense of peace wash over me as I snuggle down into my bed, alone and for once, happy about it. Bolting upright, I stand up, dress up in my new underwear and settle back into bed.

The only person I need to impress is me.

Dianne/ antohny situation- Andrew " Dot..hes just not right for you