Chapter 4
Nadia had been at the party for almost an hour before the guest of honor finally showed up. He was slightly shorter than Stefan, but it was barely noticeable. He shrugged out of his jacket at the door. 'Depressing,' she thought. She could not see much of him (his back was to her) save for the fact that he was wearing all black. From the tone of his voice, he didn't sound too happy. Every time he spoke to someone he attitude was rather harsh.
"Do you want something to drink?" She smiled in response to Matt's question and nodded. When he had intrduced himself he had seemed so unsure of himself. He was beginging to get himself together. His velvety blues eyes scrunched a bit when he smiled.
His blonde hair was a bit shaggy but well kept. He struck her as a modest country boy. His jeans were faded and his grey sweat shirt was well worn. he wore no jewelry and didn't seem to be the type to be comfortable wearing any. He smeeled slightly of aftershave. His features weren't aristocratically chiseled like that of Stefan, but he had a slightly athletic build. From his handshake she could tell he worked hard for what he had, his hands were caloused. It must have been his beat up truck that was parking at the curb. He had a cute butt too.
Nadia's eyes followed Matt to the kitchen, that was when she noticed Stefan and his brother going up the stairs. 'Wonder where they're going.'
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"They hell do you think you're doing?!" Damon demanded shutting the door to Stefan's room. Stefan cocked an eyebrow. "You let your kiddie friends throw a little party for me? Oh how sweet. Don't do me any favors brother dear." Anger dripped from his words like boiling tar.
Stefan shrugged off his brother's seething words. His green eyes stared into his brothers dark eyes, "Why can't you get over yourself? Bonnie is just trying to do something nice for you. If you didn't want someone to do something then why did you call and tell me that you were coming back?"
Damon growled and slammed his fist into the door next to his brother's head. "Because maybe I wnated you to warn your little buddies to stay out of my way." His fist remained where it hit the door. Maybe there might have even been something that I wanted to talk to you about, but you have so beyond pissed me off!" His handsome features were twisted into a fierce scowl.
Stefan daringly brushed his brother's fist down and away. "So, you came to talk, so talk."
"Fuck off," he snarled in Stefan's face as he wrenched the door open.
Stefan caught himself before he was hit by the door. He knew this was going to happen. He had tried to warn Bonnie on multiple occasions, but she insisted on doing the get together. He just hoped that Bonnie didn't get too broken up about it. She knew how his brother could and would be. Damon loved to toy with others, but despised the thought of the shoe being on the other foot. It was the way his brother had been from day one. Stefan had grown used to it throught the years.
He slowly followed his brother down the stairs. His brother was several stalking steps ahead of him. He watched as Damon almost bowled over Nick while he was storming out of the boarding house. "So you're Bonnie's meat?" Stefan could not help but snicker at his brother's snide remark to Nick. Laughingly he walked up and greeted him with a friendly slap on the back.
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Nadia Was sipping at the soda Matt had brought her when Stefan's brother stalked down the stairs and through the living room. Her eyebrows arched a bit when he almost walked right over a guy who was finally making it to the party. Stefan walked up to the guy, after his brother's dramatic exit, and greeted him like and old friend.
"Does he act like that often?"
Matt nodded to her question, "Damon? Yeah, he can be a jerk, but Bonnie is so sure he's a big fluffy puppy on the inside."
Nadia gave a wry laugh. "Yeah a big fluffy puppy with rabies."
Matt burst into laughter. "That's him."
"So what's his problem? Why's he like that? I mean, I would think he would be grateful for the fact that someone cares if he is here or not." Nadia sipped at her soda as her brow furrowed. She knew that having friends throwing her a party would have made her rather excited, but the odds of that happening just weren't there.
Nadia wasn't the best at making friends and keeping them. She always seemed to prefer solitude. It was almost a fear of other people, but it was more of a comfort zone. After a short while she would feel crowded in and just withdraw from most public interaction. On occasions she would just move. Her inheritance allowed for it, especially since she tended to pinch her pennies. She was peculiar that way. One of her best abilities was not flaunting her money. Nadia was more than well off, but hid the fact rather well. She hate the thought that the money would go to her head. She'd turn into girls like the one she now called Holly Wood. To nadia, modesty was a great quality in anyone.
Nadia had been at the party for almost an hour before the guest of honor finally showed up. He was slightly shorter than Stefan, but it was barely noticeable. He shrugged out of his jacket at the door. 'Depressing,' she thought. She could not see much of him (his back was to her) save for the fact that he was wearing all black. From the tone of his voice, he didn't sound too happy. Every time he spoke to someone he attitude was rather harsh.
"Do you want something to drink?" She smiled in response to Matt's question and nodded. When he had intrduced himself he had seemed so unsure of himself. He was beginging to get himself together. His velvety blues eyes scrunched a bit when he smiled.
His blonde hair was a bit shaggy but well kept. He struck her as a modest country boy. His jeans were faded and his grey sweat shirt was well worn. he wore no jewelry and didn't seem to be the type to be comfortable wearing any. He smeeled slightly of aftershave. His features weren't aristocratically chiseled like that of Stefan, but he had a slightly athletic build. From his handshake she could tell he worked hard for what he had, his hands were caloused. It must have been his beat up truck that was parking at the curb. He had a cute butt too.
Nadia's eyes followed Matt to the kitchen, that was when she noticed Stefan and his brother going up the stairs. 'Wonder where they're going.'
*** *** ***
"They hell do you think you're doing?!" Damon demanded shutting the door to Stefan's room. Stefan cocked an eyebrow. "You let your kiddie friends throw a little party for me? Oh how sweet. Don't do me any favors brother dear." Anger dripped from his words like boiling tar.
Stefan shrugged off his brother's seething words. His green eyes stared into his brothers dark eyes, "Why can't you get over yourself? Bonnie is just trying to do something nice for you. If you didn't want someone to do something then why did you call and tell me that you were coming back?"
Damon growled and slammed his fist into the door next to his brother's head. "Because maybe I wnated you to warn your little buddies to stay out of my way." His fist remained where it hit the door. Maybe there might have even been something that I wanted to talk to you about, but you have so beyond pissed me off!" His handsome features were twisted into a fierce scowl.
Stefan daringly brushed his brother's fist down and away. "So, you came to talk, so talk."
"Fuck off," he snarled in Stefan's face as he wrenched the door open.
Stefan caught himself before he was hit by the door. He knew this was going to happen. He had tried to warn Bonnie on multiple occasions, but she insisted on doing the get together. He just hoped that Bonnie didn't get too broken up about it. She knew how his brother could and would be. Damon loved to toy with others, but despised the thought of the shoe being on the other foot. It was the way his brother had been from day one. Stefan had grown used to it throught the years.
He slowly followed his brother down the stairs. His brother was several stalking steps ahead of him. He watched as Damon almost bowled over Nick while he was storming out of the boarding house. "So you're Bonnie's meat?" Stefan could not help but snicker at his brother's snide remark to Nick. Laughingly he walked up and greeted him with a friendly slap on the back.
*** *** ***
Nadia Was sipping at the soda Matt had brought her when Stefan's brother stalked down the stairs and through the living room. Her eyebrows arched a bit when he almost walked right over a guy who was finally making it to the party. Stefan walked up to the guy, after his brother's dramatic exit, and greeted him like and old friend.
"Does he act like that often?"
Matt nodded to her question, "Damon? Yeah, he can be a jerk, but Bonnie is so sure he's a big fluffy puppy on the inside."
Nadia gave a wry laugh. "Yeah a big fluffy puppy with rabies."
Matt burst into laughter. "That's him."
"So what's his problem? Why's he like that? I mean, I would think he would be grateful for the fact that someone cares if he is here or not." Nadia sipped at her soda as her brow furrowed. She knew that having friends throwing her a party would have made her rather excited, but the odds of that happening just weren't there.
Nadia wasn't the best at making friends and keeping them. She always seemed to prefer solitude. It was almost a fear of other people, but it was more of a comfort zone. After a short while she would feel crowded in and just withdraw from most public interaction. On occasions she would just move. Her inheritance allowed for it, especially since she tended to pinch her pennies. She was peculiar that way. One of her best abilities was not flaunting her money. Nadia was more than well off, but hid the fact rather well. She hate the thought that the money would go to her head. She'd turn into girls like the one she now called Holly Wood. To nadia, modesty was a great quality in anyone.
