"Look who's finally awake" Amelia breathed out a bit pettily to her mother who was sat at the kitchen counter with a glass of clear liquid in her hand. "I'm guessing that's not water you're drinking"
"Vodka" She answered out with a sheepish smile.
"Of course" She muttered to herself as she opened the fridge to look for some food to bring to school.
"Oh, don't start" She spat out before she took a huge sip.
"I wasn't going to, mom"
A car honked outside which meant it was time for her to leave. She grabbed a banana from the counter before she stopped up in front of her mother, a serious look on her face. "I have to leave, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone"
She put her hand up dramatically as if it was unimaginable that she would do some stupid shit.
Just last week she had impulsively decided to throw her own bond fire in their yard and burned half of it down.She put her backpack and shoes on before she opened the front door. The first thing she saw was Peter in his car, looking at himself in the car mirror as he slicked his blonde hair back.
"Hey, babe," He said cheerfully as she walked up to him and sat herself in the car.
"Hey" She answered dully, her eyes not on
him, but on her house.She had to admit she didn't exactly admire her mother lately, but it must have been so lonely in that big house all alone all day. Especially, now that she had refused to go to work for two weeks. She was able to hide her alcohol addiction before, but now it had reached a whole new level.
Peter started the engine again as they drove down the street. It was entirely silent between them. She didn't feel like talking at the moment.
As she watched the passing houses she noticed a boy skating down the sidewalk and she instantly knew who it was by the back of his head. Her gaze stayed on him as they drove by and as if he could sense it, his head turned towards the car and his eyes landed on her. She smiled at him and did a salute jokingly in which he returned. They had driven past him yet she couldn't help but look back at him through the side-view mirror.
"Is everything ok? You seem distant today"
Peter spoke out with furrowed eyebrows as he
broke the silence, putting his hand on her thigh."Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired that's all" She lied with a small smile as she looked at him. The thing was, he didn't know the whole thing with her mother, she wasn't comfortable talking about it with him.
"That's good" He responded, falling for her lie. It disappointed her a bit. "We have a football game tonight. You're going to be there right?"
"Yeah, I'll come"
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"Amelia meet Ginny, Ginny meet Amelia," Max said enthusiastically as they stood in the hallway.
"You're the new neighbor girl, right?" She questioned with a friendly smile.
"That's me" She replied shyly.
"She was totally badass in class today, you should have seen her" Max explained with the dramatic touch in her voice that she always used every time she was going to tell something.
"It was nothing" Ginny answered, looking down at the floor with a chuckle.
Amelia zoned out of the whole conversation as her eyes wandered around the hallway only to stop at two people making out by a locker, Marcus, and Padma. The day had just started and she had seen him two times already within forty minutes. The second time, a not so pleasant sight.
She started to think about that odd thing that had happened the day before, how the energy had shifted in the room to something else entirely. It had never happened between the two of them before and it was hard to explain what it was.
But then again, it was just two friends play fighting, nothing more.
"Earth to Amelia" Max yelled out, snapping her fingers in front of her face.
"What?" She let out in confusion as her attention landed back on the two girls in front of her.
"I was saying how we should all hang after school so we can get to know Ginny better"
"Yeah, that sounds like it would be fun"
"Exactly" Max squealed as she put her arms around both their shoulder and started to walk with them down the hallway.
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia
FanfictionIn which Amelia Blackwell fazes the fact she can't choose who she loves. Even if it was her friend she had known since she was ten.