Lumiére Du Soleil •||• Peter Parker

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"Hello apartment! Your pride and joy is here!"

The small brown apartment door swings open, something Amelie would believe is used for dramatic effect as she enters her home, the smell of cookie dough and burning food filling her nose. She shuts the door with her foot while placing her right shoe on the rack, then proceeding with the left one once she had shut the door.

She smiles as she fully enters into the living room. The cosy and quaint apartment was still the same. Still teaming with life as she stares at the old pictures frames that are hung proudly around the room and at the entrance, some where broken from constant moving while others where kept safe but each held a meaning to her small family, along with a few knickknacks scattered about and junk from her sister being too lazy to not throw it out.

"Who you calling pride and joy? I thought that's what mom used to call me?"

Speaking of her sister, there she is, standing with a pot in her hand, her hair neatly pinned up in a bun and a joking smile on her face. Amelie practically sprints to Genevieve and holds her tightly, not caring that she still has her dirty jacket on.

Genevieve giggles just a bit, wrapping her free arm around Amelie, "Hey sunshine. What's wrong?"

Amelie looks up at her, "Nothing. I just missed you."

She smiles softly before another set of arms engulfs the two, making them squeal and for the eldest sibling to almost spill the sauce she has in the pan.

Amelie laughs, "Hi Monty."

"It's Montgomery for your information, kid." He replies playfully, ruffling her hair.

She playfully shoves him off, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Amelie wanders off, once her sister lets her go and heads off to the kitchen to continue cooking. She throws her bag in her room before running to the couch and plopping herself on the big comfy cushion beside her brother-in-law, who was intrigued with the re-run of Survivor.

But once he notices Amelie's sudden presence, he turns his attention away from who would get eliminated during tribal counsel and towards the brunette.

"So, how was school today? Did you blow up anything?"

Amelie pouts, "No, not today. Just a bunch of formulas and equations and boring stuff like that."

"Hey. Math is important." He says with a slight smile, playfully scolding her, "Especially if you're going into a field that requires it."

Amelie scoffs at his answer but continues her tale, "I had pizza for lunch and I kept bumping into things by accident, all day."

Montgomery furrows his eyebrows, "I knew you where a clutz but all day? Geez, what was wrong?"

"Well, Michelle thinks it's because I stare at Peter Parker all the time, which isn't exactly true but-"

He cuts her off, frantically waving his hands in front of her at the sudden revelation, "Wait. Peter Parker? As in, the Peter that gave us that delicious but quite terrible meatloaf as a moving in present from him and his aunt? The Peter who, when we first met him, was extremely stutter-y and nervous when you opened the door to say hello as he gave said meatloaf? The Peter who lives in the apartment complex next door and walked you to school that one time? That's the Peter you stare at?"

Amelie stares at him, processing his entire rant slowly before blinking a couple of times, "Y-Yeah. But that's not really wha-"

In all her life, Amelie had never seen Montgomery spring off of a couch or any place where he's sitting faster than right now as he practically uses light-speed to go to Genevieve, probably blabbing the news to her like the gossipy teenager he was mentally.