Aurelia's Diary

9: Here comes Vicky

Friday, February the second

« Pierre, my little sister, sis', my Pierre . » I said, making the introductions.

« Does she have a name or do I call her Sis' too? » said Pierre as Victoria rolled her eyes and intervened:

« Well thanks for the intro Aurelia, but you could have briefed him beforehand don't you think? - I looked sideways - Anyway, Victoria, but my closest friends call me Vicky . » 'But my closest friends call me Vicky' tss, I thought, girls these days...

« I'll go with Victoria, I'm not much for shortening names, especially when they are so pretty.» Which was good, I thought, as I'd rather not hear him call her Vicky, but was the last part really necessary? It sure got my sister's approval though, she was beaming and, as he went to take a table, she whispered into my ear:

« Nice catch big sis'! »

« How did you two meet? Aurelia barely told me anything except that you were super hot, intelligent... » I put my hand on her mouth and coughed, glaring at her, while Pierre chuckled and answered:

« Did she told you how smitten I am with her, how wonderfully lucky I feel whenever I see... » In a matter of seconds my cheeks were turning pink and my second hand flied to his mouth. I look at them both in turn.

« You guys are sooo embarrassing, really! - I feel their mouths curl up under my palms and I see their eyes sparkle with a smile - Can I trust you two not to team up against me again? » - Vicky shrugged and Pierre's shining eyes were about as convincing - He took my hand away from his mouth, brought it back for a kiss and winked while telling me:

« I'll try but I'd rather not make a promise I'm not sure to keep. »

« Rah, fine fine. » I concede as I withdraw my hands. As soon as she's free to speak again, my sister does so:

« You're cute together - 5 seconds, she couldn't hold it for 5 damn seconds?! - But don't think that it'll stop me from getting my answer, so? How did you two meet? »

« Do you want to tell the tale Aurelia or do I? - I shake my head, motioning him to go on - Well it's not that grand of a tale anyway, I was at a party at my school, our eyes met, we danced and liked each other so we decided to see each other again...

And that's it, sometimes I do feel a bit... how should I put this, disappointed? that our beginning wasn't as great or out of the ordinary as I could have dreamt. But well, as long as it's going well between us, the beginning isn't that important: I prefer our beginning to be a pale shadow of what followed and what will follow than the other way around. »

« You never told me that it bugged you... » I said, taking his hand under the table as my sister came to the rescue:

« First times are overrated, honestly you look really good together, how you first met is of little import as long as you feel good together now. » We both smiled, looking at each other, before it bugged me.

« Wait a minute, what do you mean by 'first times are overrated'?!? » Victoria tried to bluff her way out of this, babbling about first times eating pastries, reading books, meeting people... but her rosing cheeks were telling another story. In a desperate attempt, she talked about first hangovers which was too much for Pierre, who excused himself, chuckling like crazy:

« I'll go to the restroom and let you sort this out. » My sister looked at him walking away, looking for help that wouldn't come. He just shrugged, with a face that seemed to say that this was out of his jurisdiction. Facing me, she tried to defend herself pleadingly:

« I just felt like it, maybe I had had one glass too many, we knew each other for a while and I knew he liked me... Please don't tell mom or dad... Are you angry? Why don't you say anything? » - Then before I could answer she became more aggressive - « Anyway it's none of your business! I'm an adult and it's my body, I can do whatever I want about it! And don't play prude with me, I'm sure Pierre and you don't just play cards! » I let it all wash over me and simply answered, with a small voice: