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Amelia's POV-----

"The trampolines are just past the odd monkey sign. I'll meet you there." Scarlett smiles, letting go of my hand so me and Coco can jump. After a 10 min safety lecture, our only goal is to spring off everything and anything in our eyesight.

After a good half an hour I realise Chipmunk is actually really good at this. She is doing backflips and cartwheels and handsprings like no ones watching. The coolest trick I can do is bounce, land on my ass, then stand up again mid jump. I'm slowly jumping over to Scarlett and Courtney to avoid further embarrassment and also to make sure she can't accidentally wipe me out.

"Hey, love." Court beams. 

"Hi" I mumble, not really wanting to talk. My hand finds Scarlett's. Het thumb rubs the back of my hand as look up to smile in thanks of the much needed comfort. I give her hand a small squeeze and thankfully Scarlett catches on. She pulls me into a side hug, then guides me out the room with a hand on my back.

"What's wrong, Angel?" She asks concerned, once we're out of ear shot. She engulfs me in a proper bear hug. I usually hate this kind of contact but this hug is so warm and safe and grounding that I never want to leave it.

"I don't know, I just needed some space." I mutter into her chest.

"That's alright Ames. You did the right thing coming to me." Scar whispers into my ear. Something about her validation makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I hug her harder.

"Angel?"

"mm hmm"

"It's okay if you want to go home"

I can't help but grin. She keeps making me feel so important. I mean she planned this whole day but she's willing to scrap all f it for me.

"really?" I ask cautiously.

"yeah. Come on lets go." Scarlett comforts.

"I'm going to say bye first."

"Okay" Scar chuckles completely forgetting about Courtney and Coco.

Scarlett's POV-----

I hate that Amelia gets so emotionally exhausted by just a few hours out because I know she has long days of filming often. I can only imagine how draining that must be for her. I'm just happy she seems to have a strong support system.

"I'm done saying bye" Amelia smiles, taking my hand.

"Off we go then." I grin pulling her to the car. Ames chooses to fiddle with my rings as I drive. It's honestly absolutely adorable! She staring so intently out the widow that the urge to read her mind is intense.

"What are you thinking about bubs?" I question.

"I need to get my stuff from my flat and find somewhere to stay." She mumbled tiredly.

"We can stop by on the way back to mine if you like and I thought I made it obvious, you can stay at my house for as long as you want. I love being around you and you could never impose or be a burden" I reply hastily.

"It's okay. I can couch surf. If I sort my accounts out, the money I earn from roles will go to me instead of my mum. Eventually, I should be able to afford a house." She answers.

"First off, you are a young girl I will never allow you to live alone. That's far too dangerous. Second, couch surfing? Really? I insist you stay with me. Now what is your moms address?" I scold, shocked she believes I would accept this. Ames doesn't respond for a moment, just thinking through all the possible scenarios.

"3848 Overland Ave Culver City 90232."

"Alright then."

I know this is incredibly short but I just couldn't write anymore and I needed to get something out. I'm sorry. -Emily.H xx

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