roses are red
he's the best thing i've seen
i remember his eyes
my brown meeting his green
Amelie is forced to be the perfect girl. Everything is going as planned until she is forced to love Ethan; the boy who comes in and changes her plans complete...
"Mum! I need to buy a black dress for Dad's dinner!" I shout from my room, hopefully reaching the kitchen where my mum would be baking to let go of some nerves.
"Amelia, can you come here one second, please?" She sounds worried. That's why I hurry towards her discreetly.
"What's up?" I ask. My parents are the only people in my family whom I use casual language with. Oh, and my grandma too but she visits three times a year so I don't see her as much. Being British, living in Manhattan, New York, and having your entire family living back in London; it makes it harder to stay in touch.
"I just wanted to let you know that Ethan is going to be there." She finally sighs when turning to look at me.
You should probably know Ethan has been my crush since... forever. We never actually talked but I would always get nervous when he'd be around. The most we have ever communicated was me smiling at him. He didn't realise it was directed to him though, but at least he smiled back a few seconds later...
However, it's been three years, I think, since we last saw each other. I know him because our families get along. Mostly because of business.
"Ethan? Are we going to see the Wembleys?" I ask, trying to stay calm. I mean, why shouldn't I be? It's just a small crush. A really really really small crush...
"Yes, dear. They'll be at the business dinner. However, his parents told me to warn you, he has experienced a close loss so he is quite upset." She seems so down. Who could've died? Is it someone we know? I wonder how he's changed; however I wouldn't be able to notice much just because we never actually talked. But I will make it happen, this time.
"Is he okay?" I rub my arm slowly, and look down at the floor instinctively.
"He is. You should probably know, Amelia, that he is bringing someone with him." What? Of course he is, I mean he's gorgeous. I bet that hasn't changed. He would obviously get any girl he wants. Even so, hearing those words cause a sting of pain to strike my body. "Do you still have that crush on him?" I can tell she feels sorry for me; by the way she's gritting her teeth and her eyebrows are furrowed.
I decide to lie. "Mum, I'm fine. He was just some childhood crush. We never even talked. I only fancied him because of his appearance."
"Oh, OK, good." She awkwardly nods, so do I. Anyone watching us right now would be able to tell we're family. Our features are quite similar. Well, at least that's what everyone tells me but to be honest I don't really notice the similarities. Her eyes are an extremely dark brown, but a pretty brown. Mine are more honey-coloured, considering my father's eyes are blue. I was always envious of them.
I think I stalk more beautiful girls on Instagram than men just because I'm jealous of how well they put their make up on, or their extraordinary eye colours, or even the perfect waves of their hair. I mean, I'm pretty sure I could go to a hair dresser and get that done but it just looks so natural. Ugh. Even their outfits are goals.
But as my mum always tells me, 'I should appreciate what I have, my dad works so hard for our family and I shouldn't take anything for granted'. Whatever.
As I leave the kitchen, I change my mind about the black dress and decide to wear something a bit more casual. It is kind of bizarre but to hell with extremely important rich people's opinions who will decide on my family's reputation!
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The ride is long. I do have everything perfectly packed, at least. Yes, packed. We are staying with them two nights. I have literally zero expectations, which is unusual.
Later on, as my family and I get out of our Porsche, we make our way towards the Wembley's front yard. It is huge. It has got this amazing fountain with little frogs and orange fish adding some liveliness to the place. My nerves start to kick in when my mum rings their doorbell. It'll be fine. I don't have a crush on him anymore. Right?
Holy shi-
"Welcome," Mrs Wembley greets with her all too familiar smile. Behind her stands the one and only Ethan Wembley.
I never thought he'd get more gorgeous but booyyyy was I mistaken... *sighs*
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