𝙰𝚖é𝚕𝚒𝚎 has an admirer, 𝙹𝚞𝚍𝚎.
What happens when two worlds collide? Will people get in the way of a new bubbling young love? Or will 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 ?
Young love will always be tricky but together they can solve the puzzle
Slow-burn romance...
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Amelié's POV
"It's not that I need 2 hours, I just like to take my time and not feel rushed, also the show is at 7 and it's almost 5 by the time we get to my hotel it will be about 5:40 something so that gives me an hour and 20 minutes that is not a lot of time." I groaned looking at Jude who was now packing up all the things with my help.
"You do have a point." he looked at me after picking up the now-stuffed bag "Do you know what you are going to wear already?" he asked while giving me the blanket to fold
"I have no clue actually, my stylist probably has something planned for me." I said handing him the now-folded blanket
"I should become your stylist for a day." Jude let out, putting the blanket into the bag, and started walking back to the road
Causing me to jog up to him to answer his comment
"I don't think that would be a good idea, in all honesty."
"Why do you say that?" he asked looking in my direction for a split second before turning his gaze back to where he was placing his feet
"I just don't think you would have good style, to be able to style me that's all."
"Me! Not have style?" he explained looking at me with wide eyes and a big Cheshire grin "I'll have you know that I have been told I have very good style." Jude shook his head disappointed with my comment
"Who told you that you have good style?" "Perez Hilton?" I laughed at a joke I thought was very funny, but clearly by Jude's expression he was thinking the opposite.
"I defiantly have better style than Perez." He rolled his eyes looking to the ground and then back to what was in front of him
"Whatever you say, Blume."
"I that my new nickname or something?" the boy asked me, curiosity lingering on his face
"Yes, I would think so." "Do you like it?"
"Sure I do, I just don't understand it whatsoever." he knitted his eyebrows together, shaking his head
"You don't know Judy Blume?" I asked him shocked, who doesn't know Judy Blume?
"No, I don't," he asked with less confusion probably understanding that I am going to explain it to him
"Judy Blume is an Author, She writes children's books," I explained to him "How do you not know that."
"I grew up on Horrid Henry." Jude looked at me then back to the end of the path
"Perfect the Uber is already here, let's go."
"Horrid Henry?" I asked lifting Saucisse into the car, after saying good afternoon to the driver, Jude correcting me and saying it in German
"Yes, Horrid Henry." "You don't know Francesca Simon?" He pulled a dramatic shocked face, mocking my comment from earlier
