★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ CHAPTER 005! 💌 ɞ˚₊
❛ you wrote five love letters? ❜
( real life )
TW: MENTIONS
OF FAINTING (?)

AMELIE WAS TIRED. Not only of school, but of everyone.

     For starters, the night previous, Amelie and her friends thought it'd be a great idea to have a sleepover on a Sunday night. She couldn't sleep until four in the morning. Secondly, it was Monday. That spoke for itself.

     To make matters even worse, she had gym first period. Amelie felt like the school staff were genuinely praying on her downfall. Seriously, what sane person forces a seventeen year old to go to a gym class first thing in the morning? On a Monday?

     The singular win Amelie got from that was how she had one of her best friends in that class, Grace. Although it was eight in the morning, Grace didn't waste a second before starting to talk Amelie's ear off. Where she got her energy while running track, Amelie had no idea.

     While Grace was talking about Gen Parker breaking up with Chris Sturiolo for a college guy, the man himself called out Amelie's name.

     "Speak of the devil and he may appear," Grace mumbled to her before slightly turning to Chris with a fake grin plastered all over her face. "Hey, CS, heard Gen dumped you for a college dude, that true?"

     Chris raised his brows. "Well, Grace, I heard you have a tail. Is that true?"

     Amelie and Grace slowed to a stop. "Yeah, it's cute, like a pig. Wanna see?" she teased.

     "I need to talk to Amelie." he said. "Alone."

     She looked between the two before nodding and walking towards the doors which go into the school. "Yeah. If you need me, I'll be in the library, googling Drew Starkey shirtless."

     Amelie cringed. "Got it, Grace."

Once Grace left, Chris turned to Amelie with a somewhat sympathetic look covering his features, "Look, I just want to say that I appreciate it, but it's never going to happen."

"I'm sorry, what?" Amelie asked.

"See, from what I remember of that kiss was that it was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade," Chris started, "and I think that it's really cool that you think my eyes have a little bit of green in them."

Amelie stared up at him with a dumbfounded expression until she realised what was in his hand, then she wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He was holding a letter, the letter. As in the one she wrote for him a few years back. As in the one she never sent.

How was that even possible? All of her letters were kept safely in her closet. Then again, she might've accidentally put them in the Goodwill box, but she wasn't that absentminded while packing, was she? Unless, Lacie found them while cleaning Amelie's room and sent them out without a care in the world. But that meant that Chris wasn't the only one to get her letter, and the other four probably did too. She felt herself drop to the floor and her eyelids grow heavier.

"Hey, you okay?" Chris's voice woke her. She blinked and used her elbows to sit up.

"What happened?" Amelie asked

"You fainted." he frowned.

"Oh... okay."

He sighed. "Here, give me your hand." Chris grabbed her right hand, followed by her left one. "And the other one too." he then pulled her up and look at her straight in the eye, "You want me to call somebody, get you some water?"

"No, I'm okay, thanks." Amelie nodded when she spotted Jared walking over to the pair with a letter in his hands. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

    Chris knit his eyebrows together, "What's going o—?"

    He was cut off by Amelie kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck while his stayed in the air, unsure what to do. She only pulled away when the teacher yelled at them and told Amelie to run another lap for that. She simply walked away from him without another word and en route to the bathroom.

     She locked herself in a stall and banged her head repeatedly against the door, keeping her eyes screwed shut and only stopping when she heard the door to the bathroom open.

      "Hey, Amelie? You in here?" a boy's voice asked.

     "...No?"

     The boy didn't answer, instead, sliding a letter under the stall doors, a letter addressed to a  Lucas James. Amelie already felt herself getting flashbacks from her freshman homecoming, where she and him had danced.

     "Look, I didn't mean to barge in on you, I just saw you run in here and wanted to make sure you're okay." Lucas explained. "And, uh — that seemed personal so I thought you might want it back."

     "Lucas, I wrote this years ago, I don't like you like that anymore," she sighed. "No offence."

     "Yeah, I figured." Lucas laughed. "You wrote it Freshman Homecoming, right?"

     Amelie exited the stall. "Yeah."

     "Look, I also had a lot of fun that night, but you do know I'm gay, right?" he asked.

     "Yes." Amelie nodded (she did not.) "Of course, yes. I... I did. I did."

     He laughed. "But don't, like, tell anyone though. I'm out and I'm not ashamed, but, you know..."

      "High school." she finished for him. "Yeah."

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Confused was one of the words that could describe Amelie after she'd come home after school. The first thing she'd done was run up to her room to look for her letters only to find nothing.

     Five minutes later, she was pacing around her room wondering where it could've gone. She'd already messaged her friends asking if they'd seen her box, gone downstairs to question her father who said it might've gone with the Goodwill boxes. Her worst nightmare came true.

     Amelie promptly fell back on her bed, groaning into her pillow when she heard a voice, "What are you doing?" Scar asked.

     She lifted her head to look at her and stood up. "Nothing."

     Her sister raised a questioning brow.

     "Amelie, Jared's here!" Dr. Everlark shouted from downstairs, making Amelie's eyes widen.

     "You never saw me." she said to Scar before opening her window and jumping to the ground.

     "Weirdo," Scar scoffed as she watched Amelie groan from the fall then grab her sparkly pink bike.

     While Amelie was debating where to go to hide from everyone, she eventually decided on The Corner Cafe, it was a small, 50's themed diner where she'd always go. Plus, she had a few extra dollar bills in her pocket which would pay for an iced coffee.

     "Hey, Everlark." a male voice sat beside her called out when she'd started sipping on her coffee. Chris Sturniolo. Her luck could not get any worse.

Joan, one of the waitresses, popped out of nowhere behind her, "Oh, Amelie, anything for your friend?"

She shook her head, "He's not with me."

"I'd like a chocolate shake, thanks," Chris smiled, turning towards the girl next to him as the worker walked away.

"So," Amelie cleared her throat after a moment of awkward silence, "what're you doing here?"

"What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm just here to take down one of those chocolate shakes."

"Right."

     "Yeah, actually, I went by your house and your sister said you'd probably be here," he explained. "I just wanna be super clear."

      "Okay?" she frowned.

     "Look, I'm flattered, I am, but... Gen and I, we just broke up so—"

     Amelie suppressed a laugh. "Are you trying to reject me?"

     "Well, yeah. It didn't seem like you took it very well the first time." he gestured.

     "Chris, I'm not trying to date you," she said.

     "You know, your mouth is saying something right now, but your mouth said something completely different," Chris sighed.

     "What?"

     The waitress set Chris's milkshake in front of him, followed by him thanking her.

Amelie cursed under her breath, "Okay, um, so here's the thing, I don't actually like you like that, I just had to make it look like I liked you so someone else wouldn't think I liked them," she explained.

He blinked, "Oh, okay. Who?"

"What?"

"Who?" he repeated. "You gonna tell me who this mystery stud is, or I'm just gonna go on believing you have a secret tattoo of my face on your ass."

Men and their egos, "I'm not going to tell you anything."

"Or, I could tell the rest of the school that you wrote me a love letter," he smirked.

"Okay, okay, Fine. Fine," Amelie gave in quickly, "Um, it's Jared Davis."

"Wait, hold on, Davis?" he asked. "Doesn't that guy date your sister?"

"Yeah..." she nodded. "Well, he dated my sister, in the past tense. And he also got a letter so you can probably see how complicated that one's gonna get if he thinks I like him."

"Hold on. Stop," Chris waved his hand around a bit. "I am not the only guy who got a letter?" When she shook her head he frowned. "Wow, you really think you're that memorable, then you find out she wrote two letters to two guys."

"Well, I wrote five letters, so don't go around feeling so special," she said.

     "You wrote five love letters?"

     "Yeah," she sighed.

     "Damn, Everlark, you're a player." he grinned. "Who else did you write letters to?"

     "If I tell you, will you leave me alone?" Amelie asked.

"Maybe."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, Lucas James."

"Isn't he gay?" Chris frowned. "My brother had a thing with him."

"Well, I didn't know that back then," she pursed her lips.

"All right... who else?" he questioned.

"Um, someone from camp and someone I went to Model UN with in fifth grade," she explained. "So are we good here?"

Chris watched as she packed up her things and nodded, "Yeah, we're good."

"Great." Amelie placed money on the counter and turned to leave when he stopped her.

"Wait, wait, wait! It's just, that sparkly bike out front, that's your ride?" he asked, smiling when she nodded.

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Chris had ended up walking her home. It didn't make sense for Amelie as the bike ride could've been shorter but it would be too rude to say no.

"Thanks for walking me home," she said as they approached her house.

"No problem," he nodded.

"Sorry for the whole jumping you thing, by the way." Amelie said.

"Could've been a whole lot worse, right?" he smiled. "So, what're you gonna say to Davis?"

"Well, I'm going to tell him the truth," she shrugged.

"Yeah, but, you know, what is the truth? Do you like him or not?" Chris asked.

She raised her eyebrows and slowly made her way down the pathway to her house door, "It's not your problem, Chris, I can figure it out myself."

He weighed the benefits of his idea as he watched her walk away, eventually, he jogged up to her, "Hey, hold on."

"Yes?" Amelie turned around to look at him.

"What if you didn't tell him?"

"What?" she narrowed her eyes.

Chris cleared his throat, suddenly shrinking under her condescending glare, "You know, what if we let people think we're actually together? Just for a little while. And not just Davis, I mean everybody."

"And why would you want that?" she asked.

"Well, for starters, when Gen heard you kissed me, she went nuts, and if she thinks you and I are a thing, she'll want to get back together," he explained with a proud look on his face for coming up with the plan.

"Oh, so you want to use me as your pawn?" Amelie sarcastically asked.

"Ah, well, see, you used me as your pawn first when you jumped me," he corrected. When she started walking away, he said, "You don't have to give me an answer right now, just think about it, okay?"

"Don't hold your breath!" she said as she parked her bike.

˚ˑ༄ؘ author speaks!
long time no see haha....!!!

sorry for not updating for literally two months i genuinely forgot about both wattpad and this book bc i was out #livinglife !! 😝😝 anywayyy i'm back in school so hopefully more updates bc i always have more motivation when im in school for some reason 🤨 alsooooo 1k on this book is CRAZY. i'm in shock rn thank you so much wtf😭😭

unrelated but pjo season 2 teaser came out yesterday and i was tweaking??? they only started filming a week ago too??😨😨

ᰔ jamie