Chapter 4 Beautiful

Chapter 4

"You are beautiful, Amelie," Sunny praised her. He didn't say a word and just stared at himself in the mirror.

Her hair is in a messy bun and there are strands falling out of her ears. Her makeup was thin, but she wore dark red lipstick. He did get better, the case . . . his brother is still more beautiful. They are wearing the same gown. A tube cocktail dress. Hers is black with lots of sequins while Sunny's is baby pink.

She looked like a young woman, the color of her skin matched the color of the gown. Soft and silky.

"You are also beautiful, Miss Sunny," said the gay maid of her stepmother who arranged the two of them. His brother smiled sweetly. Even his smile is captivating. She sighed secretly and put on her black three-inch heels.

"Let me help you," said Sunny and bowed in front of him. He was sitting in front of the dresser. He didn't reprimand him because he stole his shoes from him. He was also shy because the people with them might call him cursed.

"My children are beautiful!"

They turned to the door at the same time. His daddy was there and Sunny was watching them with a smile.

"But no boyfriends huh?" strictly instruct them. "Finish your education first."

He noticed that Sunny couldn't look directly at their daddy. He knew why but he didn't want to admit it. As long as they don't become official, he won't believe even if he is slapped in the face that someone is interceding between his brother and Tristan.

It's been talked about at school since the trouble between Sunny and the seniors, but they don't say anything about whether it's really them.

"I should be the one to get a boyfriend!" it was enough for him to get a sharp look at his daddy. "Because I'm older than Sunny, Daddy, so I should get a boyfriend before him!" he reasoned.

His daddy just shook his head. "Just no boyfriend before graduation," he said.

"Okay, I can only do it for two more years!" He was still applauded.

"From college, Amelie!" His daddy was angry again. Their companions laughed. He shrugged his shoulders.

They went down the stairs because they were waiting to be picked up. Her heart beat faster when she saw a man in a tuxedo with his back to them. His posture was elegant and even though he didn't face her, he knew who it was, Tristan.

Her heart almost jumped when Tristan faced them. It's very handsome. Tristan's hair is done, waxed and even brushed up. Tristan holds a flower with a ribbon. That's what valentinos wear with their valentinas. Tristan was only holding one and he felt sad because he knew it wasn't for him.

"Good evening," Tristan greeted them all. It smiled at them all. His white teeth came out.

The first to approach Tristan was his daddy. Their daddy immediately put his arms around Tristan and whispered, Tristan nodded seriously.

He and Sunny even approached them together. Tristan's attention turned to their siblings, he glanced at her and smiled, then his eyes flew to Sunny. He could clearly see his admiration for his brother. He just bowed. Especially when Tristan started walking towards them.

She felt like crying because she was assured-She looked up and her thoughts stopped when Tristan stopped in front of her. He raised his face and met Trista's eyes.

"Your hand," he said.

It was as if he held out his hands to her. Tristan took it and tied the ribbon with the flower on his hand.

Her hand was shaking, she couldn't stop it because it was the first time that Tristan was so close to her and was still holding her hand. He couldn't believe what was happening. What he really thought was that he would approach Sunny.

"You're beautiful," said Tristan but he wasn't looking at her but at his brother.

He just sighed.

"We're going to continue, Uncle," Tristan said goodbye to his daddy.

"Oh, okay, take care of my girls, huh?" their daddy's will. They kissed his cheek but his stepmother insisted on taking a picture. Sunny sculpts them solo, when they are together, the three of them with her daddy and Sunny, then with Tristan.

"Tristan and I!" he hissed making everyone look at him. His face was already thick, after all, it's here.

"Oh, yes, of course, you are a match. Go ahead, you two," said his stepmother.

Tristan approached him and stood aside.

"Say cheese!" his stepmother said as she clicked the camera. He smiled, his most beautiful smile. This is the first picture of her and Tristan.

Outside there was the sedan that belonged to Tristan's daddy. Standing next to it was Kuya Travis who was also wearing a formal.

"Brother!" he greeted here. He ran to Travis. "Why are you here?" he asked. "You're still in your suit!"

"I am your driver now!" It even opened the chest. Travis opened the passenger seat door of the sedan for him. He bent down and gestured to the door of the sedan.

"Eh, brother . . ." he couldn't finish what he was going to say when Tristan approached the door of the backseat and opened the door for Sunny. He could still clearly see their sticky looks.

"It's like I'm talking to someone," Travis whispered to him. He held her elbow and guided her into the passenger seat. They looked at each other and he saw the sympathy in her eyes. He immediately looked away and swallowed the lump in his throat.

Travis quickly turned around and got into the driver's seat as soon as he sat down. She bit her bottom lip hard when she saw the bouquet of red roses that Tristan was giving her sister in the rear view mirror.

"Hey," Travis said to him. He looked at her. "You look beautiful now," he said and smiled at her sweetly.

But Sunny is still more beautiful than me. . .

Tere was already at the gate when they arrived at their school's parking lot. Travis opened the door for him while Tristan opened the door for Sunny.

Tristan didn't even look at her anymore, he was already supporting Sunny inside the auditorium where the senior and junior prom was being held.

"Oh, just hold on to me," Travis said smiling then extended his arm to her.

He bowed. Maybe it's pity for him. It's not a secret that he feels for his brother.

Travis took her hand and placed it on her arm.

"I'm handsome too, huh? Why do you still look like a loser, Amelie?" he joked with her which made her smile.

Tristan's older brother is really handsome. Many women cry because of this and report to Aunt Bianca, so the mother often gets angry.

"Alright, you can," he also joked and laughed.

"Aray ha," they said and laughed at the same time.

Tere greeted them looking at her hand that was clinging to Travis' arm. His best friend walked over and folded his arms.

"An'daya! You said I'd go with you, but you have a date!" it hurts.

Travis laughed and held out his other arm to Tere. "Oh, you're here. You're welcome right away."

Tere smiled broadly and grabbed Travis' arm. They laughed and entered the auditorium together.

There were many people there, some were dancing in the middle. Everyone is getting pretty and dressed up tonight.

Bench waved at them when they saw that Travis was with them. They approached there. Tristan and Sunny were also there, whispering and not caring about the surroundings.

Travis' chair pulled them up. They discussed it with Tere. Tere, on the other hand, was shocked even just sitting in the chair and looking around. Bench and Carlo were with them at the table.

Later he heard that Tere was teasing Travis to dance with him. Travis stood scratching his head when Tere pulled him.

"Wait a minute, you're very excited, aren't you?" Travis complained because Tere almost dragged him away. His best friend is dancing.

When his eyes turned to Tristan and Sunny again they stood up to dance. Carlo and Bench also left, looking for people to dance with. He was left alone at the table.

He sighed sadly and sat down on the table.

He was even surprised when someone extended his hand in front of him. He looked up to find out whose hand it was. He inhaled sharply when he saw Tristan standing in front of him and waiting for him to reach for his hand.

"Can I have a dance with you, Amelie?" he asked and it sounded like he wanted to record it and listen to it over and over again before he went to sleep at night.

Tristan's voice is big. It's cold and seems to tickle.

"Can I?" Tristan asked again.

He nodded one after another. He felt his palm tremble as he extended his hand to Tristan.

His hand was so soft. He suddenly felt embarrassed because his hand was a bit rough. It was his mommy's fault because she proposed to his daddy that he should be the one to wash his uniform. That's why every day after he comes home from school, he washes his uniform.

He led her to the center of the hall. He saw Tere there with her face almost buried in Travis' chest and the latter didn't seem to care. He also saw Drake looking at him with his mouth slightly open. He was dancing with Sunny who was smiling at him.

"I-I don't know how to dance . . ." he whispered softly. Now he regrets why he didn't agree to learn waltz when his mommy enrolled him in the summer camp of a dance studio. She prefers to hang out at Tristan's house and teach Aunt Bianca how to cook and bake-and also to see Tristan every vacation. Because he gets weak when he doesn't see it.

"It's okay. I don't know how too." He smiled at her.

Tristan smiled at him! My God! If only he could have taken a picture of her smiling at him, he would have.

Her face turned red when Tristan took her hand and placed it on her shoulder. She also flinched when Tristan held her around the waist. He was like a post stiffened where he stood.

"Relax," he laughed.

His face turned red and he bowed. He couldn't meet her eyes because of shyness.

Tristan moved gently. To her surprise, Tristan can dance! He also carried her so he only stepped on her foot twice in the whole song and he was able to enjoy it.

He is very happy with what is happening. It was worth it even if he only used her to be with her brother. He is satisfied because he has experienced so many things. Tristan asked her to dance, he held her hand, was close to her for three minutes, and she gave him another dance that she had always dreamed of.

He didn't even notice that the song was over if Tristan hadn't taken a sip. He led her back to the table then returned to Sunny.

He's not so bitter anymore. He was very happy and he got to experience dancing with Tristan. That's the feeling. He seemed to be floating on a cloud.

"Our smile reaches the sky, besh, ah?" Tere taught him.

He bit and shook his shoulder, he was thrilled.

The next time he entered he was sad. Tristan is no longer at their school. Then he went to college in Manila. Don't even board because it's a hussle if he goes home every day.

The only thing that gives him strength is Saturday and Sunday when Tristan will go home.

He just sees it there. He often joins her for breakfast. But it often doesn't exist. Sunny is always with him. He thinks the two are in a relationship but won't admit it.

It's even better that the two don't confess yet because he knows that it will only hurt him too much if he finds out the truth. It's easier to pretend and make herself believe what she wants to believe than to face the fact that her brother and the man she loves are in a relationship.

"Amy, can you wake up Tristan? All I know is that he has a walk today and wakes up early, I can't leave my whini-whisk because I might not get the consistency I want," Tita said to him Bianca.

He almost dropped the spatula he was holding because of what he heard.

"Me?" he asked.

"Yes, please, hija. Wake up my youngest," he smiled again.

Whether Aunt Bianca did it on purpose or not, she doesn't care. He hastily removed his apron because Sister Melba might suddenly come in and be the one to be ordered.

His chest thumped loudly as he walked towards Tristan's room. Tito Henry and Kuya Travis are not here today because Tito Henry accompanied Kuya Travis to submit candidacy for SK Chairman.

He took a few breaths and fixed his hair and clothes before knocking on Tristan's door. He knocked and called it several times but it didn't answer. That's why he decided to just open the door. It opened immediately when he turned the lock.

The coldness of the air conditioner from Tristan's room greeted her. It was quite dark because the thick curtains were closed on the only window.

He reflected on the bed where Tristan was lying. His cheeks reddened as he looked at her bare back. Tristan's back is broad and smooth. He noticed that Tristan's body was getting bigger since he started studying in Manila. It is also taller. Its clothing has also changed. It became more formal, so Tristan was more and more confused by their countrymen when he returned home.

He came closer to the bed. He watched Tristan for a long time. He bored his eyes on her gentle face. It's like a baby who is so innocent while sleeping. His face was slightly tilted towards him so Tristan's lips were slightly pouted. Like a real baby. Tristan's lips are naturally red, his eyelashes are thick and his nose is piercing. It even surpasses an actress in the smoothness of the face, it doesn't even look like there are no pores.

He caressed his face in no time, he winced because he was already oily.

He was about to pat Tristan again when he suddenly moved. He was so panicked that he landed at the bottom of the bed. When he felt the bed sag even more, he crawled under the bed. Afraid that Tristan might catch him in his room.

She squinted as Tristan's feet touched hers. Annoyed, he just shook his head. Why is he still hiding? Well, he had a reason why he was in Tristan's room, but because of his panic, he got under his bed and put himself in danger. How can he now come out of where he is and explain why he snuck in without Tristan thinking he's a freak?

He covered his mouth when his pajamas fell to Tristan's feet. She gasped as Tristan walked over to her closet and grabbed a towel. Its plump seat was clearly visible from where he was. When Tristan faced him, he immediately closed his eyes. He wasn't ready to see all of Tristan. He buried his face in the floor and listened to Tristan's boasts. He heard the bathroom door open, followed by the splash of the shower.

Tristan is taking a shower. He took that opportunity to leave under the bed and slowly left Tristan's room. He leaned against the back of Tristan's door while holding his left breast. The strength of his chest beat. It was getting loose and wanted to get rid of his ribs.

"Oh, Amelie? Why are you so sweaty? Then why are you outside Tristan's room?" Ate Melba asked, it came from Kuya Travis' room carrying the dirty clothes.

He swallowed because his throat was dry. He also wiped his sweat. "I-I woke up Tristan, Ate Melba, Tita ordered me," he mumbled in response to her question.

He looked at her doubtfully, but didn't ask. It turned back. He returned to the kitchen with trembling knees. Aunt Bianca is putting away some of the things they used for baking. It has also continued what it was doing earlier that is putting icing on the cake.

"Oh, Amelie, is Tris awake Are you okay, hija?" he asked worriedly. Aunt Bianca dropped what she was doing and approached him. It rubbed his forehead. "Your sweat is cold," he said.

He couldn't say anything. He was still shocked by what he saw. He doesn't want to lose the . . . omg, he's turning into a pervert!

"I-I'm sick, Aunt," he blurted out.

"Oh, sit down first and I'll make you some milk to warm your stomach."

He even led him to sit on the high stool and made him sit there. He made her drink milk. He felt guilty because he was still worried about him because of his foolishness.

"Here, drink that first." Aunt Bianca put a glass of milk on the table.

Even though he didn't like milk, he drank it.

To Be Continued...