Mastered the art!

Aubrianne Ivanov

After two rounds of playing, she'd asked a few casual questions to get things going. 'Girls' guys love to talk about girls, is it not so? She was not sure.

Nevertheless, she had asked him who the lucky lady was, and she almost had to force the word 'lucky' out, as she knew that lady would not be lucky with a man who had no purpose.

When she got no response, no one special? She pressed, and she got a shrug and a 'not really interested in anyone right now.'

So Aubrianne offered a little information about herself. She had told him she, too, was not interested in anyone right now. As a matter of fact, she went further and informed him that she had never had a real relationship before.

This was the truth; in terms of having a boyfriend, Aubrianne never had one, and the closest 'relationship' she had to one was with Ron. And we all know how that turned out.

When that did not work, she asked what a typical weekend was like for him, just trying anything to get him talking. She tried other angles, talking about sparring together sometimes.

Nevertheless, Aurbrianne had gotten short-clipped answers; some of the responses came so long after she wondered if he'd heard her speak.

But he was a wolf; even a weak wolf would have heard her.

"I need a drink," Aubrianne sighed and grabbed her bag because, at the end of the day, she could try how much she wanted, but no response from him made no sense that she stood there like a fool.

One person cannot continue a conversation unless they talk to themselves like she does occasionally, but that's different.

If she was not getting anywhere here, then this was over.

She tried!

"Sure, I can get you a drink," Timothy narrowed his eyes on her bags, "Leaving so soon?"

"Yes," Aubrianne, already standing by the door, bag in hand.

"Why?" This twit had the audacity to ask, and Aubrianne was not about to play this game with this child.

"Look, I am not going to sit here and be ignored while trying to have a conversation with my brother in an attempt to get to know him. When he is ready to bond with his big sister, he knows where to find me."

She shrugged, "At least I tried," She fixed her bag strap and walked out of the room, not waiting for Timothy to respond; since he hadn't been responding or taking a year to respond, she had no intentions of waiting around for an acknowledgment that may not come.

She was good at not waiting around for things that may not happen these days.

She was ready to live her life in the now.

Also, she does not know why she suddenly started speaking about him in the third person, maybe because she was agitated or trying to disassociate herself from him.

Sighing, Timothy called after Aubrianne. It was like she slapped him across the face and woke him up.

He needed her, and though he may not like her right now, he required her help, and here he was, acting like a fool. "Aubrianne, wait up."

She had just reached the staircase, "Why? So I can continue to have one-sided conversations?" She walked off, "No thanks."

Aubrianne can be petty when she feels like it, and right now, her feelings are hurt, in all honesty, but she was not about to force herself into his life if he did not want her in it.

Again, she was used to being shunned or made fun of, and she had learned how to ignore those types of people.

That, she can do very well. She has mastered the art of it.

Timothy's eyes narrowed; the Goddess d@mn it. "Aubrianne, please wait," to his surprise, she did not stop.

"Please, I am sorry," he saw when she hesitated in her last step. "Please, Aubrianne, hear me out." Timothy pleads, trailing behind her at a safe distance.

He was not stupid enough to attempt to grab her hands; Aubrianne's wolf was different. Timothy had never sensed such an aura before.

"Please, give me another chance." He pleads.

Aubrianne stopped, turned, and her gorgeous brown eyes narrowed at Timothy. Lifting an eyebrow and folding her arms, "Do you plan on making an effort Timothy?"

"Yes, I promise," Timothy suddenly stared down at the tiled floor as if it was the most amazing thing he'd seen. Unable to hold her gaze.

Spinning on her heels and heading all the way back to the game room, "Fine, well, let's hear it then." Ok, so he was begging. Let's see how this goes.

She slowed for him to catch up, "I asked you some questions earlier, and I would like proper answers to them, also answers for the ones you did not bother to answer at all." She stated, lifting an eyebrow.

"Ok, ok, geez, MOM." Timothy's hands went up in defense, a smirk playing on his lips. He was just happy she turned around.

Aubrianne sighed, rolled her eyes, and then a mischievous glint crossed her eyes at 'Mom.' "Oh, You..." However, seeing Aubrianne looking like she wanted to strangle him, he took off screaming bloody murder down the corridor, and she took off behind him.

And just like that, things started to develop between the two, and this time. Timothy actually started to lower his guard and let Aubrianne get a sneak peek.

They had returned to foosball, this time playing it like two people really interested in the game. Then they car raced and shot some guns; it was one of Timothy Snipers' games.

He had taken his time to teach her the rules and some tips and tricks. Timothy had also opened up to Aubrianne about his long-time crush on Daniela.

However, she did not bother giving the boy false hope and saying things like, 'Go for it,' 'Or 'Maybe she will come around.'

The little that she got from her time spent with Daniela, she probably dumped his no-ambition a$$.

So she would not be so evil as to try and convince him to go on a fool's run, which may only sour their slowly building relationship.

They even enjoyed a few drinks, toasting to starting over and all. Regardless, Aubrianne was alert and observed everything. Timothy's turnaround just felt so sudden for her.

However, she was willing to see it through.

Now the pair arrived at his room; they had snuck into their parent's wing and saw Tobias' room; luckily, he was currently out with Christen.

They'd left earlier.

"So, this is me, you have seen my entire wing, and this is where I lay my head at night," Timothy gestured to his room while walking over to his desk.

Now that they were in this private and quiet setting, Aubrianne wanted to chat with her brother about his goals and ambitions.

Her bright and searching eyes slid across the room, just like hers over in her wing that her dad had shown her, huge with everything he could need, and yet there was still plenty of space.

A large bed to the left of the entry and a ginormous TV took up the entire right wall, so it was facing the bed.

Straight ahead of her were the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, with an opening to a huge balcony, and to the side of the bed, the walk-in bathroom that led to his walk-in closet.

This was like her room where she was right now. Up in the corner by the TV was a desk.

It was a mess, and her curiosity was piqued, "So, currently working on anything special?"

Timothy's body shivered in anticipation and excitement; this was easier than he thought.

He casually grabs the folder from the desk with his business plan and passes it on to Aubrianne, "This is what I am currently working on at the moment."