It was early in the morning and I was exhausted, I looked over at the clock and it said ten in the morning. I slept in? I rolled out of bed, grunting and quickly picked out an outfit. Short shorts, and a cute over-sized Calvin Klein t shirt, I threw my hair up in a messy bun like I always did and I ran down satires to eat breakfast. And surprisingly my dad was standing at the end of the stair way with his suitcase. He was leaving. He worked real state, basically sold houses and sometimes he went on business trips in the summer, leaving me behind.
"Hey baby girl." He said, as I walked down the stairs. I knew what was coming.
"Hey dad. Leaving again?" I asked.
"Sadly yes. But I'm sending someone." He said.
"What do you mean you're sending someone? Like to watch me?" I asked.
"Yeah. Just so you're not alone."
"How long will you be gone?" I asked.
"Hopefully not too long." He said.
"Your uncle is coming over, should be on his way soon. Okay?" He said.
"Which uncle?"
"Damon."
"Wait who's Damon? I-" I started to say
"He's my brother. He was never around when you were younger and now he's back. And I asked him to watch you while I left. Shouldn't be to long just a couple of days okay?" He asked.
"Alright."
"I'll wait here until he comes." He said. And we did. We waited until he came. And waited. and waited. And still no show. My dad was getting anxious and calling him, leaving him voice ells but he wouldn't pick up. Finally my dad had to leave.
"I have to go. Work needs me. Plus if I miss this flight." He said.
"I know I know."
"If he doesn't show-"
"I know. I'll call you or whatever. Okay?" I said, and then he left. I sat on the living room couch waiting for my uncle , waiting for him to get here but there still didn't show up. I almost bailed but then I heard a knock on the door and I opened it.
"Can I help you?" I asked, it was a guy who looked to be in about his 30's or something he was well built and pretty fit.
"Hi. Is Ethan here? I'm here for Rebecca I have to babysit her?" He asked. It was Damon. Damn. I thought.
"Yeah Ethan left. I'm Rebecca." I said.
"May I come in? Or are you just going to stare?" Damon asked. Someone has an ego. He cleared his throat. And i stepped aside for him to come in.
"Wow. Just as I remember." He said.
"Wait you've been here before?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, when your dad and I were-"
"Probably am saying to much. So you going to show me around or what?" He asked.
"Yeah. So this is the kitchen." I said, walking into the kitchen, then up the stairs.
"And this is my bedroom." I said.
"Just like how I remembered." He said again.
"You've been in here to?" I asked, feeling wired.
"Yeah." He said, walking into my room. He noticed my vinyl collection.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yeah" I said, and he played Clair De Lune.
"Dance with me?" He asked. And he put his hand in mine, and his other hand on my waist and started to move. I stared into his brown hazelnut eyes. I felt at peace in that moment. And then I stepped on his foot. And we laughed.
"I'm so sorry." I laughed, squeezing his hand.
"Don't be, honey bee."
"How did you? Know how to?-" I asked.
"Your mom and I talked a lot you know?" He said.
"I know it's just wired to here someone else say it other than my mom." I said, in a sad tone.
"I see, I won't call you that anymore." He said, kindly.
"No. It's okay. It reminds me of the good times. Plus your my uncle so it's okay." I said, with a smile.
"Your bed is big. And-" He started to say, walking toward it.
"Yeah. I guess." I said, agreeing. Damon gently ran his fingers along the edge of the bed.
"It's soft." He said, and then jumped into it.
"Damon!" I said, giggling.
"Can you get out?"
"No I'd rather see you in here." He said, with that soft hushed tone.
"I'd rather see you in here." He said. Then he looked at the bed. I looked at him shockingly. And he looked at me like he was trying to seduce me or something. Then he started to chuckle.
"I'd rather see you in here." He said. Then he looked at the bed. I looked at him shockingly. And he looked at me like he was trying to seduce me or something. Then he started to chuckle.
"I'm kidding honey bee." He laughed.
"Oh." I said, moving a strand of hair behind my ear. Then he got up from the bed and walked into the hall way.
"Show me mine." He said.
"My room." And I did, we walked into his room.
"It's nice." He said. It was a perfect little room that had a bed in the corner and a dresser on the other.
"It's small." He said.
"Yeah. It's my dad's room, he's letting you stay in here until he comes back." I said.
"Do you want to go out?" He asked, suddenly. He stared at me like I was his or something.
"That was random." I said, and then his phone started ringing.
"I have to answer this." He said and walked out of the room. It was a little later and he came back looking refreshed.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Nobody important." He said. So I just shrugged it off.
"Alright. So about going out?" He said.
"I don't know. Like to get ice cream?" I asked, and he chuckled.
"No. Honey bee. I meant somewhere-" Then my stomach growled.
"I guess we'll eat. I make killer pancakes." He said.
"Yeah?" I asked, flirtatious.
"Yeah." So we went downstairs, made pancakes for dinner and danced in the kitchen. It was peaceful.
"Let's watch a movie?" He asked.
"Sure." I said, and we watched a Disney show because I love Disney movies.
"This part is the best part." I said, my eyes glued to the TV.
"You're beautiful." Damon whispered. I pretended like I didn't hear it.
"Sorry what?" I asked
"Your beautiful." He said again, He started to leave on me softly as we watched the movie and my head was on his chest.
"Your eyes, there like the color of the sea and your lips are perfectly plumed especially in the mornings when you've had your coffee and I think your perfect then." I was shocked. He was my uncle. I thought. But then I looked into his eyes, those brown eyes and then his lips were on mine. Just like that.
"What's wrong?"
"We just can't." I said
"We already are." Damon said.