Part 6 / Dancing.

Richard fucking Finn?

Of all people? Him.

How did I not connect the dots?

I bite my lip as I throw my clothes in the washing machine furiously.

After the new fact that I didn't know about Stefan,amongst other things...this is the cheery on top.

I left. My shift was over anyway,so I just came home while he remained talking to Lilly and Uri.

Fucking Finn.

I spent all my life fighting and talking shit against people like Stefan and his father,and now,here he is. Living in my house.

I water the plants and than hang up my clothes so they dry,then continue ironing the laundry basket from yesterday.

I tense up the second I hear the door open and close after a few seconds.

"Hey." He says walking into the living room.

"Hi." I grunt out and continue to not look at him.

"We need to talk."

"So talk." I reply.

"What the fuck was that?" He says crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't raise your voice at me." I said,now fully looking at him.

"Why the he'll didn't you tell me who you were? Who your father was?" I hiss.

"What kind of fucking difference does it make?!" He says angrier than before.

"It changes everything!"

I run my hands down my face in frustration and then look at him again.

"Stefan Finn. Son of Richard Finn. Former governor of Florida. Racist,sexist, homophobic republican Finn." Finally he stays silent.

"He the opposite of everything I stand for Stefan. And you are probably too."

"That's ironic." He scoffs.

"Excuse me?"

"You were just giving Lilly shit about how she was judgmental about me. And now you're doing the same."

"I have every right too. And so did she. With the type of reputation your father has,I wouldn't be surprised if you lied about..." I stop when I see his jaw clench.

"What? Finish your sentence Charlie. What were you gonna say?" He says slowly.

"Nothing." I sigh "I have to go through my books then I have to go to work. Phoenix wasn't open yesterday,but tonight's it is. Don't wait up." I pick up the basket and walk towards my room.

He sighs too "I got a job,by the way."

***

"Three rum and cokes and two cosmos!" I shout to Uri over the booming music.

"Okay." He replies back as I walk over to another VIP booth.

"What can I get you guys?" I shout at the three couples,two of witch are too busy sliding their tongues down each other's throats.

"Smirnoff on ice." One of them says.

"And six red bulls." The girl says as I nod.

I pick up the previous order and place in this one,and then going back and forth for the next couple of hours.

"Charlie. That booth by the end are a couple of my friends. Everything they order is on me." Bill shouts in my ear as I nod.

"I'm sorry about your grandmother." I say in his ear,remembering the reason why the club was closed.

"Thanks. She was a mean old crab and left me nothing. She gave all her money to a cat organization." He says as I laugh.

Wild,wild,wild thoughts...

I sing along to the songs that the DJ plays all through the night.

I sit at the bar since everyone is dancing and are mostly ordering drinks off the bar.

I feel at tap on my shoulder and turn to Uri,who points at the main entrance.

I turn and see that Cam is standing in front of Stefan.

I sigh but nonetheless give him a thumbs up,so he let's him pass.

After a few seconds he stands awkwardly in front of me with his hands in his pockets while i cross my legs.

"What's up?" I shout over the rage.

"Came to apologize. And talk." He says as my lip twitches.

Yes,me and Uriah talked earlier. And he made a point that in fact some people are not like their parents.

He used me as a main example, which caused me to hit him,but yes,accepted his point.

"Dance with me." I hop off the stool and take his hand,walking into the huge crowd.

I walk backwards as he follows me,while a remix of Enrique's classic

" Dirty Dancer" starts booming through the club,causing everyone to loose their shit. Because,let's be honest,who doesn't love a classic.

I sway my hips as he smiles and attempts his best to follow me,but still stays tame.

I place my arms around his neck as I continue moving to the beat.

I start going down his body slowly,until I'm in an almost squatting position,than sway up again.

"Work with me here,rich boy." I whisper against his ear,causing him to smile.

He takes my hand and spins me around,so his front is against my back.

He places his hands on my hips as I move left and right against him.

I put my hair on my left side and turn to face him again.

I place my hands on his shoulders again as I move my ass as If Enrique Iglesias himself is singing to me,and I'm trying to impress him.

Alcohol is some kind of magic,isn't it?

I laugh as he attempts to dance and he smiles while two or three other songs pass by. I get back to serving drinks as we stays at the bar and talk to Uri,and me sometimes.

By two thirty am,all the collage kids are gone,and we leave too,since we all have morning classes on Monday morning.

"Night Uri." I kiss his cheek before he enters his car.

"See you tomorrow man." Stefan shakes his hands as he says goodbye too and then leaves.

"Lasts time we left here,you were in an alcohol coma,and had blood all over your face." I point out as he smiles.

"Can you drive? I've had a couple of drinks,and Id rather not risk it." I say handing him the keys as he nods.

"So that explains the dancing."

I chuckle "Yeah. Sorry about that."

He shrugs "Nothin to apologize about. That's the most fun I've had all summer." He says opening the car as we get in.

"I called my brother and told him to send my stuff to your place. I hope you don't mind the movers tomorrow." He clears his throat "Assuming you're still gonna let me live there."

"I am. And no,I don't mind. Lilly is gonna pick up her stuff too." I put my hair in a bun since the alcohol is working on making me hot.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I really don't judge people."

"I should be the one apologizing. Yes my father is...who he is. But I'm nothing like him Charlie,I swear." He says looking at me slightly.

"Sometimes i think it's good that I don't have too put up with him and am through with his shit."

I smile "So you don't miss the penthouses,pools,hot tubs and your Lamborghini?"

"So fucking much." He says as I laugh.

***

"So you said you may have found a job?" I ask after I changed into my pajamas.

I see him pulling out the sofa and placing the sheet and pillows on it.

"Yeah. Uriah helped me with it a lot actually."

"What is it?" I ask.

"His garage." He answers and sits down. I sit next to him and cross my ankles.

"Jack's garage? As a mechanic? You know cars?" I ask confused.

"Yeah,my cousin was into them when I was little and taught me everything. Then I used to poke around my dad's car collection,and eventually was fixing them. And collecting them myself by the time I was seventeen."

"You collected cars?" I ask in a bored tone as he nods "I had a rock collection when I was little."

"Do you wanna hear what happened or not?" He asks as I chuckle and nod.

"His boss was looking for someone,and Uri thought I would be perfect.That was after he asked me a hundred questions about cars. So I'm gonna go and show him what I can do.Hopefully I'll get the job. It pays well."

"That's good.And you'll have Uriah there,so you won't be alone.Ice cream?" I stand up and walk to the kitchen,opening the freezer and taking out a pint of chocolate ice cream and two spoons.

"Thanks." He picks up a spoon a she sits next to me on the small kitchen table.

"I'm really proud of you.You're taking things way better that I thought you would." I say scooping the chocolate deliciousness in my mouth.

"You thought I was gonna cry and complain the whole time?" He says tasting the ice cream.

"This is horrible. You call this ice cream?" He says in a horrid expression.

"Well,now all that's left is the crying." I say as he laughs.

"Can I ask you something? Something personal?" He says as I raise an eyebrow at him "Shoot."

"You don't see a lot of people that look exactly like you do. And I don't mean to offend you,but it's just...unique?"

I smile "It's okay sweetheart. You're not the first person to wonder about my ethnicity." I put the lid on the ice cream as I turn to him.

"My mom was Filipino. And my dad is Caucasian. So yes,I am racially ambiguous."

"Was?" He asks.

I clear my throat "Yeah. She died when I was nine." I give him a small smile.

"I'm so sorry,I didn't mean to..."

"I'm gonna go to bed. You should too.Big day tomorrow." I turn off the kitchen light.

"Yeah. Goodnight Charlie."

"Night Stefan."