He's My Neighbour

28: Fingerprints

A/N: I don't really have a lot to say in these authors noted except in running out of ideas for writing and it's not good.

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Chapter 28: Amelia's POV: Fingerprints

After the grotesque, lousy series of pickup lines I was so kindly blessed with by my totally-not-annoying neighbour last night, I finally fell asleep in my own bed for the first time in what seemed forever. What's more, the following morning, I remained in a slumber of tranquility up until ten o'clock- the best lay-in I'd had for a while, which immediately told me that today was going to be a good day. Although there were short of three weeks left of the Summer break until we were all crammed into the hell-hole you call school to finish our last year before college, I had no intentions to do anything out side of the comfort area of my trusty home. I'd already had one hell of an eventful school break.

While I lay there in my sheets, the morning sun glaring through my windows, my mum was on her way to collect Ticarra from Gran's and as for me, I was deep in thought. What would happen when school started again? Would I go back to just being invisible? I didn't care so much if that was the case. However, what I did care about is what would happen between Jake and I. At school, there are plenty of temptations. Mindy, for a start, but I'm almost positive that Jake is well and truly over that one. Although, she isn't the only slut in school. Jake had declared his feelings more than enough times, and I just needed to allow myself to trust his words.

It was just proving to be difficult.

I mean, have you seen how gorgeous that boy is?

I shook it off, because I didn't want my overthinking to spoil a potentially good day. Making sure my curtains were closed and my window was shut, I stripped from my lavender pyjamas and scavenged through my drawers for an outfit. It took some choosing, but I eventually chose a simple pair of denim shorts along with a grey cropped shirt. I never really give a damn about my clothes, as long as I'm not naked, I'm good.

I tossed my hair into a quick ponytail and slowly made my way downstairs. Peace. With Jake constantly around you every hour of the day, you sometimes forget the beauty of it; the warming, comforting aroma of silence. My feet practically shrivelled up as they touched the freezing cold laminate and tiles, but breakfast awaited. I reached into the cupboards and took out the pop-tarts. Some people may disagree and say that they're not the most healthy, nutritious breakfast choice, but I'll burn the extra calories off...

One of these days.

Just as I took my breakfast out of the toaster, I heard the door click and a childish giggle. Ticarra came rushing through the hallway into my arms.

"Hi T." I smiled, embracing her, trying to make it appear to mum that it was the first time seeing the child since her being gone. I noticed her face drop, as she pouted slightly. "What's up?"

"W-Where's Pocockihantuse?" She frowned, as my mother's face expressed a puzzled expression.

How could I possibly shut a child up about Jake and the police?

"Pococki-Who?" Mum questioned, folding her arms.

"Um-"

"That boy." Ticarra stated, "He made delicious cakes."

"Is she talking about Jake?"

"N- Yeah, um we dropped a couple off." I lied.

I don't know why I couldn't face telling mum the truth. The shame. She'd seen one person get whisked away to a police cell, and that was enough without me doing time too. It would come out eventually, I just had to sooth myself with what I wanted the truth to be until the facts began to spill.