Chapter Five
As Fred began to lead slowly he was surprised at how easily Eliza responded. If he was to enter a dance competition, which he was not, then he'd choose her for his pair as she was the only girl he danced with that evening who actually could dance.
"He is a good dancer - for a boy," thought Eliza.
"Sop," Fred thought hard to start conversation, "Isn't the weather nice," the best statement he could come up with her against him, plus unlike other girls who used some French perfumes with names he couldn't pronounce, she smelled of oranges.
"Yep, weather is great, never rained for longer than now. And don't think there was such a fierce wind for at least five past years."
"I guess weather isn't a good subject to you."
The silence stretched as they continued dancing.
"So then how about your sister? Did you fell out or something?"
Eliza suddenly stopped, causing him nearly crashing into her, and murmuring, 'sister'; blinked twice and rushed off quickly.
"Trying to get Eliza to let you copy her work?" asked a blond guy, coming up to Fred with a smile.
"Em … yes, but she stormed off when I mentioned her sister Rita."
"That's probably why. They're step sisters."
Fred frowned, he remembered Rita saying something like this, but he thought that all sisters when got really annoyed at each other started saying that the other one was adopted or something like that.
The other one continued: "You be careful, don't want war between them to start. I am not sure who'll win it."
Strekoza: Didn't update for a long time, hope you like it and that I'll be able to do the next chapter more quickly than this one. Plus do review as I am not sure of the angle my story is facing.