We Want Love
CHAPTER THREE
*Amelia*
I take a step back and look at the room, extremely pleased with the way that it looks.
I have moved the bed so that it is underneath the window against the triangular shaped wall of the attic and lined the white metal bed frame with little lights.
My art lines one wall of the room, along with some other pieces from artists that I like and some band posters and old photographs of me with my family and old friends.
I hear a knock on the door and I turn around to see Raye standing there shyly. "Sorry, um..."
"It's okay, come in." I say and smile at her. I think I am going to like her.
"Oh, good. I thought I was disturbing you. Woah, it looks great in here."
"Thank you."
"I just wanted to say sorry about being so unsociable before. I know Eloise made you feel uncomfortable and I didn't want to do the same."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm not good with meeting new friends either." I say and she smiles, relating to my statement.
"Yeah, I'm not exactly good with people. But you seem nice so..."
"Thank you, so do you." I tell her truthfully.
"Is this your art?" She asks me, pointing at the wall with my drawings and paintings on it.
"Some of it, yeah."
"It's awesome." She says and touches one of my oil paintings. "Is this you?"
"My sister."
"Are you twins?" She asks me curiously.
"We was. She died on our 15th birthday."
"She killed herself?" She asks me and I gasp, amazed that she can read the meaning so easily in my painting of her.
"How did you...?"
"Abstract art is my thing. I can see the chord she hung herself with there." She says and points to where they the chord is around her neck. She looks at me, noting my solemn expression, and her face drops. "I'm sorry, I..."
"No, no, it's okay. It just gets to me a little bit sometimes."
"Shit. I always say the wrong things... I should probably go." Raye says awkwardly, looking down at the floor.
"You don't have to go, Raye. It's okay." I smile and she smiles back tightly, questioning me to see if it is okay with her eyes and I nod my head.
"Um, do you wanna come downstairs? I think Vic is making dinner."
"Oh, yeah." I say and she must notice the uneasy look on my face.
"Don't worry about Eloise, she has gone out with her 'friend' from college." She says and rolls her eyes.
"What do you mean by 'friend'?" I ask her, noting the air quotes she did around the word 'friend'.
"It's this guy she met at college, she says they are just friends but we all know it's more than that."
"But what about Vic?" I ask.
"No one really fully understands that situation. They aren't together, but we know they are involved with each other. I think she is getting involved with this new guy because she has finally realised that Vic doesn't want her back." Raye shrugs and smiles at me. "She is jealous of you. She thinks you have a thing for Vic."
I laugh. "Why would she be jealous of me though?"
"Because we can all tell that Vic has a bit of a thing for you - and it's only your first day here."
My stomach flutters and I shake my head - it has done that too many times today and all at the thought of him. "I doubt it. He is just being friendly."
"He was never this friendly when we moved in here." She says and winks, studying my disbelieving expression and giggling. "Well anyway, come on. Vic never cooks so we better make the most of this."
I follow her out of the room and head down the three sets of stairs that lead to the kitchen/dining room.
I see Vic stood at the oven, cursing to himself as he burns his hand on the pan that he is trying to lift. The others laugh from behind him and I try and stifle a giggle when he turns and sees me.
"Don't suppose you know how to cook pasta, do you?" He asks me and I laugh when he smiles at me.
I walk over to him and shake my head when I see the mess he has made on the counters and on the stove. "How have you made this mess?"
"I have no idea." He says and I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye. "I don't know what I am doing, I can't even cook."
I laugh. "It's okay, I can help you. My dad is a chef."
"That's awesome, really?"
"No." I say and smile, and he grins at me. "He can cook pretty good though, so I learned a few things from him."
"Come on you two, stop flirting. You've basically only just met and I am starving hungry waiting for this pasta." I hear from behind me and I can feel my cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Hime, why don't you shut up?" Vic says and Jaime chuckles heartily. "We aren't flirting. We are being friendly, which is how you're supposed to act to someone new, right?"
"Yeah, right." Jaime says and I turn around and see him looking at Vic, trying to subtly point at me whilst questioning Vic with his eyes. I turn and look at Vic and see him nodding at the same time as trying to shush Jaime and I feel a rush of excitement as well as mild shock.
Maybe Raye was right. Maybe Vic does have a bit of a thing for me...
"Sorry, I didn't even ask if you like pasta..." He says uneasily and looks at me as I put some seasoning into the pan of spaghetti. "Do you like pasta?"
"Yes, I love pasta." I laugh and he smiles.
" Good."
"This is really good." Matt says to me through a mouthful of pasta and tomato sauce. "You can really cook, Amelia."
I smile back and swallow my own mouthful before thanking him. "Thanks, it's nothing really. It's only a simple meal."
"You're welcome. And we usually just live off take out here, so to us it isn't very simple. Maybe now that you are here we might actually get some decent home cooked meals."
"Hey! I cook sometimes!' Raye protests and I laugh.
"No offence, Raye, but you eat like a small child." Matt says and turns to me, leaning in a little. "Last time she cooked for us we ate potato waffles and those turkey dinosaur things."
"Come on, none of you can say you didn't enjoy it." Raye says and smiles.
"I liked it." Tony smiles at Raye and I see a flicker of something in both of their eyes, and I recognise it as the same thing that Vic has in his eyes when he talks to me.
"Of course you did, Tone, you like everything that Raye does." Vic says and winks at Tony.
"Shut up." Tony says quietly and shakes his head, looking down at his plate and twisting some more pasta around his fork.
I look at Raye and see her blushing immensely and it makes me smile. Looks like I'm not the only one who turns uncontrollably red at the smallest of minorities.
A silence takes over us, but it isn't awkward, just about comfortable.
The sound of a key twisting in the door catches everybody's attention and I look at Raye with a nervous expression. It must be Eloise.
"Can I smell home-cooked food?" She calls from the doorway and we can hear her heels clicking on the tile floor on her way to the kitchen. She reaches the room and leans against the door frame. "Did you leave me some?"
"Uh... We didn't think you would need any, I thought you was going out for dinner?" Vic says casually and alarm bells ring in my head.
"How thoughtful." She says sarcastically. "I don't want any anyway, I can tell straight off that she made it. You never cook, and when you do it isn't this... Good."
She reluctantly adds the word 'good' onto the end of her sentence and I try not to take it as a compliment.
"I don't know what your problem is, Eloise, but I suggest you start learning to like Amelia, because she is going to be here for a while." Matt says and I smile at him gratefully. He winks at me and I blush slightly and look down at the table.
"Whatever Matt. You're only saying that because you want to get into her panties." Eloise shrugs and turns to walk out of the room.
Matt looks at me and starts to talk, trying to defend himself after what Eloise just accused him of. "I-I-"
"It's okay." I laugh and he smiles shyly.
He looks unbelievably cute and I feel a rush of some unknown feeling flow through me, similar to the same feeling I feel when Vic speaks to me.
Well, this stay in SD is going to be interesting...
I take a step back and look at the room, extremely pleased with the way that it looks.
I have moved the bed so that it is underneath the window against the triangular shaped wall of the attic and lined the white metal bed frame with little lights.
My art lines one wall of the room, along with some other pieces from artists that I like and some band posters and old photographs of me with my family and old friends.
I hear a knock on the door and I turn around to see Raye standing there shyly. "Sorry, um..."
"It's okay, come in." I say and smile at her. I think I am going to like her.
"Oh, good. I thought I was disturbing you. Woah, it looks great in here."
"Thank you."
"I just wanted to say sorry about being so unsociable before. I know Eloise made you feel uncomfortable and I didn't want to do the same."
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm not good with meeting new friends either." I say and she smiles, relating to my statement.
"Yeah, I'm not exactly good with people. But you seem nice so..."
"Thank you, so do you." I tell her truthfully.
"Is this your art?" She asks me, pointing at the wall with my drawings and paintings on it.
"Some of it, yeah."
"It's awesome." She says and touches one of my oil paintings. "Is this you?"
"My sister."
"Are you twins?" She asks me curiously.
"We was. She died on our 15th birthday."
"She killed herself?" She asks me and I gasp, amazed that she can read the meaning so easily in my painting of her.
"How did you...?"
"Abstract art is my thing. I can see the chord she hung herself with there." She says and points to where they the chord is around her neck. She looks at me, noting my solemn expression, and her face drops. "I'm sorry, I..."
"No, no, it's okay. It just gets to me a little bit sometimes."
"Shit. I always say the wrong things... I should probably go." Raye says awkwardly, looking down at the floor.
"You don't have to go, Raye. It's okay." I smile and she smiles back tightly, questioning me to see if it is okay with her eyes and I nod my head.
"Um, do you wanna come downstairs? I think Vic is making dinner."
"Oh, yeah." I say and she must notice the uneasy look on my face.
"Don't worry about Eloise, she has gone out with her 'friend' from college." She says and rolls her eyes.
"What do you mean by 'friend'?" I ask her, noting the air quotes she did around the word 'friend'.
"It's this guy she met at college, she says they are just friends but we all know it's more than that."
"But what about Vic?" I ask.
"No one really fully understands that situation. They aren't together, but we know they are involved with each other. I think she is getting involved with this new guy because she has finally realised that Vic doesn't want her back." Raye shrugs and smiles at me. "She is jealous of you. She thinks you have a thing for Vic."
I laugh. "Why would she be jealous of me though?"
"Because we can all tell that Vic has a bit of a thing for you - and it's only your first day here."
My stomach flutters and I shake my head - it has done that too many times today and all at the thought of him. "I doubt it. He is just being friendly."
"He was never this friendly when we moved in here." She says and winks, studying my disbelieving expression and giggling. "Well anyway, come on. Vic never cooks so we better make the most of this."
I follow her out of the room and head down the three sets of stairs that lead to the kitchen/dining room.
I see Vic stood at the oven, cursing to himself as he burns his hand on the pan that he is trying to lift. The others laugh from behind him and I try and stifle a giggle when he turns and sees me.
"Don't suppose you know how to cook pasta, do you?" He asks me and I laugh when he smiles at me.
I walk over to him and shake my head when I see the mess he has made on the counters and on the stove. "How have you made this mess?"
"I have no idea." He says and I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye. "I don't know what I am doing, I can't even cook."
I laugh. "It's okay, I can help you. My dad is a chef."
"That's awesome, really?"
"No." I say and smile, and he grins at me. "He can cook pretty good though, so I learned a few things from him."
"Come on you two, stop flirting. You've basically only just met and I am starving hungry waiting for this pasta." I hear from behind me and I can feel my cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Hime, why don't you shut up?" Vic says and Jaime chuckles heartily. "We aren't flirting. We are being friendly, which is how you're supposed to act to someone new, right?"
"Yeah, right." Jaime says and I turn around and see him looking at Vic, trying to subtly point at me whilst questioning Vic with his eyes. I turn and look at Vic and see him nodding at the same time as trying to shush Jaime and I feel a rush of excitement as well as mild shock.
Maybe Raye was right. Maybe Vic does have a bit of a thing for me...
"Sorry, I didn't even ask if you like pasta..." He says uneasily and looks at me as I put some seasoning into the pan of spaghetti. "Do you like pasta?"
"Yes, I love pasta." I laugh and he smiles.
" Good."
"This is really good." Matt says to me through a mouthful of pasta and tomato sauce. "You can really cook, Amelia."
I smile back and swallow my own mouthful before thanking him. "Thanks, it's nothing really. It's only a simple meal."
"You're welcome. And we usually just live off take out here, so to us it isn't very simple. Maybe now that you are here we might actually get some decent home cooked meals."
"Hey! I cook sometimes!' Raye protests and I laugh.
"No offence, Raye, but you eat like a small child." Matt says and turns to me, leaning in a little. "Last time she cooked for us we ate potato waffles and those turkey dinosaur things."
"Come on, none of you can say you didn't enjoy it." Raye says and smiles.
"I liked it." Tony smiles at Raye and I see a flicker of something in both of their eyes, and I recognise it as the same thing that Vic has in his eyes when he talks to me.
"Of course you did, Tone, you like everything that Raye does." Vic says and winks at Tony.
"Shut up." Tony says quietly and shakes his head, looking down at his plate and twisting some more pasta around his fork.
I look at Raye and see her blushing immensely and it makes me smile. Looks like I'm not the only one who turns uncontrollably red at the smallest of minorities.
A silence takes over us, but it isn't awkward, just about comfortable.
The sound of a key twisting in the door catches everybody's attention and I look at Raye with a nervous expression. It must be Eloise.
"Can I smell home-cooked food?" She calls from the doorway and we can hear her heels clicking on the tile floor on her way to the kitchen. She reaches the room and leans against the door frame. "Did you leave me some?"
"Uh... We didn't think you would need any, I thought you was going out for dinner?" Vic says casually and alarm bells ring in my head.
"How thoughtful." She says sarcastically. "I don't want any anyway, I can tell straight off that she made it. You never cook, and when you do it isn't this... Good."
She reluctantly adds the word 'good' onto the end of her sentence and I try not to take it as a compliment.
"I don't know what your problem is, Eloise, but I suggest you start learning to like Amelia, because she is going to be here for a while." Matt says and I smile at him gratefully. He winks at me and I blush slightly and look down at the table.
"Whatever Matt. You're only saying that because you want to get into her panties." Eloise shrugs and turns to walk out of the room.
Matt looks at me and starts to talk, trying to defend himself after what Eloise just accused him of. "I-I-"
"It's okay." I laugh and he smiles shyly.
He looks unbelievably cute and I feel a rush of some unknown feeling flow through me, similar to the same feeling I feel when Vic speaks to me.
Well, this stay in SD is going to be interesting...
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6/23/14