dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Needing The Family Stamp Of Approval.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Needing The Family Stamp Of Approval.

I brushed out my knotted hair, gritting my teeth at the pain of the hairbrush ripping at my roots. I heard a light knock on my door, to see Ryan standing there. He gave me a tight smile.

"Hey." He said, as if I was somebody he didn't see everyday.

"Uhh, hello." I placed my hairbrush down on my bedside table. I smiled up at my brother.

"What is giving me the pleaser of you graces me with you presence?" Ryan rolled his eyes at me.

"Can't I come and say hi to my baby sister?" He questioned, leaning against my doorframe. I crossed my arms over my front.

"Well, technically no, because you haven't done it for, hmmm, nearly half a year now?" I couldn't keep slight bitterness out of my voice. I know he clearly isn't with Amelia, but it doesn't mean I just open up and be his precious baby sister considering her ditched me for a cow who clearly ditched him. Ryan sighed loudly, pushing himself off the doorframe, and taking a seat on the bed with me.

"I'm sorry, I guess Amelia had me wrapped around her finger. And this is also the point you get to tell me, I told you so." I just stared back at him, silent.

"I caught her cheating. She proceeded to tell me how she had done it multiple times. I dunno, I guess I was blind around her. I didn't see the signs until it was too late. You were right, and I pushed you away. I barely know what's going on in your life. You suddenly have a boyfriend, and you're going to look at a new house today. Like, fuck, I'm your brother, yet were practically strangers now. It's my fault." I ran my fingers through my hair, getting it caught in some knots I missed. I ripped them out wincing, before turning to my brother. I stared him straight in his eyes.

"I told you so." He laughed, resting his head back. I giggled a little too. He gave me a softer expression.

"Do you forgive me?" I tried to keep a serious face, but my lips kept twitching. Before I knew it, I snorted hugely, and started laughing hard as Ryan looks confused, but still couldn't help by smile. I licked my lips, waving my hand in front of my face, blowing out air to calm me down.

"Sorry, sorry. I need to be serious." I kept the straight face for two seconds, before I lost it again.

"I'm sorry, it just reminds me of a really bad dramatic movie." I choked out. I cleared my throat, before continuing grinning. I reached out and hugged my brother, who held me back.

"Is this a yes?" He mumbled against my shoulder. I nodded my head, laughing a little. I pulled back and gave him a sad look.

"Are you ok though? I mean, you were a dick to me, but nothing can beat how much of a fucking bitch she was." He chortled, before sighing, looking a little resigned.

"I wasn't ok at the start, but then all the bad stuff about her clicked in my mind, and I kinda wanna burn her house down." I gave him a devious look.

"That can totally be arranged." He shook his head at me.

"I always knew you were a pyromaniac. Ever since that bonfire, when you nearly set the entire campsite on fire because you had to swing your stick with a fire marshmallow around pretending to be a sand person from Star Wars." I jabbed a finger in his direction.

"For the record, I can make a pretty accurate sand person voice." He rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath. I narrowed my eyes at him, before I stood up from the bed, and walked over to grab my bag.

"Where you going? Please tell me there isn't a lighter in there, because I was joking." I grinned before shaking my head.

"No, I kinda have to check out this house. I'm getting sick of living under the same roof as you." He placed a hand over his heart, a distraught look on his face.