He's My Neighbour

7: Home Late

A/N: Hi guys so I'm thinking that I'm going to start to tame the flame with Jake and Amy because they only everfight. what do you think? Also, izzyg0409 (and any other person) can you please give me some ideas on how Amy's best friend can be introduced? I am clueless and need help. anyway, enjoy the chapter and vote and comment suggestions.
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WARNING: FILLER CHAPTER: NOT THE BEST

Chapter 7: Amelia: Home Late

I was struggling to comprehend the situation. It was abnormal. So abnormal. Don't get me wrong, it surprisingly was not awkward in the slightest. In fact, I felt comfortable actually, despite how strange the scene sounded. I don't know whether anybody else has ever felt this or not, but when something is so far out of your comfort zone that you have an interior spasm, like your gut hurts in a way that can't really be described. I wouldn't class it as excitement, and certainly not apprehension, just a thrilling sense of unfamiliarity and peculiarity.

Basically, after I totally whooped Jake Hunter's ass in the Food Tech room, lets just say there was a mess. Every square millimetre of carpet was coated in yeast and flour, while egg yolk dripped from the walls, tables and counters. Millions of sprinkles were lavished across the sink and nested to the roots of Jake's hair. A stereotypical movie "foodfight" scene. I had herbs and spices down my hoodie, and vanilla extract all over my hands. It was messy, but in all honesty, it was fun and probably the first time I've ever not wanted to drill nails into the guy's eyeballs.

But that's not the situation we're talking about... it gets stranger.

While we were in the middle of our laughing hysterics, the school bell sounds. Fabulous. Just as both of us attempted to sneak out of the classroom and get home before a teacher saw, the one and only freaking Mr Murphy storms in, in a rage, bellowing so loud I swear I'm surprised his voice box didn't come hurtling out of his throat- if only. Long story short, two after school detention slips were now on their way in the post home to my mum to say that I'd been playing around with a boy. It couldn't end well; disastrous is an understatement.

Let's get back to the present tense, because story-telling is not my thing, especially when it involves my bitch next-door-Neighbour.

My mum was out shopping with Jake's mum, according to the sticky note on the kitchen side. Wow. It felt really unusual to see those words. Usually, it would be "I'm out shopping", but never "I'm out shopping with.." Especially considering she was hanging out with douchepant's mother. Come to think of it, my mum has no idea about Jake and I. She probably had no idea about Jake at all before the shopping experience with his mum. It was shockingly really heart-warming to see her have a local, girlfriend to spend a couple spare hours with, even if it did include pointless small-talk on the way to the mailbox. Back to what I was saying, as soon as mum had heard of all Jake's truants and rebellions, she'd undoubtedly want to talk about how I needed to be "careful with boys" and figure out that he's "bad news". Therefore, I really don't think that she'd like coming home to her teen, innocent daughter sat underneath her mailbox with a tall, toned dude sat right next to her, both awaiting the detention slips to come through the letterbox. Mum didn't need to know about the detention- or my friendship(ish) with Jake. I had my mums signature down to a T- I could easily forge it. After all, I get a lot of practise. Who else is going to sign Ticarra's school applications that mum's always too busy and forgetful to do herself.

So, there I was, here I am. Sat underneath the letterbox, tight next to Jake, praying for the slip to magically drop through the door before mum does. Did I mention? Mum didn't write what time she was expecting to collect Ticarra from Day Care and get home at. So, I was, I am, basically playing Russian roulette. Obviously not, but I wanted to include a fancy figure of speech someplace.