[chapter four•all that I am]
[Amelie's Point of View]
I sat awake in my bunk, staring at the one above me. I couldn't sleep, and I wasn't exactly sure why. I figured, though, that I was just thinking too much to relax. I couldn't even close my eyes without drowning in my own thoughts. Thoughts about anything and everything; about things I wouldn't normally think about. I had a hunch that if I kept my eyes open for long enough, I'd be able to tire myself out and fall asleep. So far, my hunch was incorrect.
"Amelie," I heard a whisper from above me.
"Calum?"
"You're awake?"
"No, I'm sleep talking," I joked.
"I didn't think you'd respond," he said.
"I didn't think anyone else was awake."
"Are you up for a... Chat?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"So... what do you want to talk about?"
"You're the one who suggested we 'chat', Calum."
"Well... Er... What're your interests?"
"Small talk, okay... Well, I play the piano and the guitar, I draw, I write..."
"Do you sing?" He asked me.
"Yeah, but I prefer just playing my instruments... It's more my forte."
"I bet you have a nice voice... Not to sound weird, or anything."
I laughed, "Thanks, Cal."
"No problem," he said. There was a small pause before he spoke again, "Do you like London, so far?"
"I don't think I can say just yet... I haven't seen much."
"Oh, right."
"I've always wanted to see Europe though, and this is a nice place to start."
"Where do you want to go?"
"I dunno... Italy, Sweden maybe."
"Not France?"
"Nah, I heard France isn't as great as people make it out to be."
"It's nice, though. Cute, I mean."
"I'll take your word," I told him. "But I feel like Italy would be much more romantic than Paris. You could do the whole Lady and the Tramp spaghetti scene or something. Maybe that's just me."
"No, I see what you mean. Italy has more beauty than France... And the food is just amazing."
"You could say that again. Italian food is the best. Amazing is an understatement."
"Maybe you and Skye could come and meet us in Italy in August. Just to catch up or something. I could hook you up with tickets to a concert, even."
"If you can figure out a way to get us plane tickets, concert tickets, and a week out of college, then hit me up."
"I'll make it happen," he said, opening my curtain with his hand. "Pinkie promise."
I lifted up my arm to hook pinkies, and then realized, I actually felt tired.
"Y'know, Calum, I think I'm gonna try to sleep."
"Alright," he responded, closing my curtain. "Goodnight, Amelie."
"G'night, Cal."
I closed my eyes and turned over in my bunk. I smiled a little. I was friends with my idol. That was pretty cool. Finally, I was able to fall asleep. It's amazing what a quick conversation could do for a person. However, it wasn't long until I got woken up.
