Spencer and Charlie stared at their mother in confusion as she laid out a home made breakfast on the table in front of them. Charlie gagged as she turned away and Spencer had to kick him under the table. To say their mother was terrible at cooking was the understatement of the century. In their house having a chef wasn't just a luxury- it was a necessity. Poking the runny eggs with his fork, Spencer's nose scrunched up as they jiggled. Beside them on the plate was 'crispy' (burnt) turkey bacon and a questionable, rock-hard toast. However, the smile on his mother's face was enough to make him try it at least.
"Mom, why did you make breakfast?" Charlie asked with a tone of disdain. Clearly, he wasn't as polite as his brother.
His mother's smile faltered, making Spencer kick Charlie once again.
"Ow! I mean... Mom this looks.... really good!" Charlie scooped up some egg on his fork and shoved it in his mouth with a saccharine smile. "Yum!"
"I really hope you like it. I know I don't cook much but I just wanted to do something special for you boys."
As his mother turned around, Charlie and Spencer simultaneously spat into napkins. The food was nauseating. How could someone be so terrible at cooking?!
Much to their relief, Helena placed a bowl of strawberries and grapes in front of both of them, along with a store-bought yoghurt. No one could screw up fruit and yoghurt.
Helena sat down at the top of the table and watched her boys eat with a wide grin on her face. "So, what are your plans for today?"
"Going to see a friend," Charlie replied slowly, still confused over his mother's politeness.
"Oh wow," She boomed, feigning interest. "Where!"
"Thestatepenitentiary," He mumbled quickly, shoving toast in his mouth.
But his attempt to hide where he was going failed, which was clear from the way his mother's face screwed up.
"What?! Kamil Charles Kingsley-"
She used his full name so she meant business.
"-I thought you were done with him! Dustin is bad news!"
Dustin was Charlie's ex-boyfriend. He was busted for drug dealing and was currently on his second year of a four year sentence (with parole so who knew when he'd be out). What made the whole ordeal terribly awkward was the fact that Dustin's parents hired Helena as his lawyer when neither party knew of his relationship with Charlie. Needless to say, things got pretty awkward when they found out after walking in on Charlie and Dustin making out. Helena banned Charlie from seeing him again but clearly it didn't work.
"Mom, he's just a friend now. A friend that I miss terribly."
"He is bad news! I don't want you seeing him."
"Mom, I'm twenty four. You can't just ban me from seeing a friend."
"Charlie, I'm serious. He's a criminal!"
"Technically, Charlie and I are criminals too," Spencer chirped before sinking into his seat after his mother threw him a glare. "I'll shut up now."
"He's a danger to be around. Please listen to me-"
Charlie rolled his eyes and stood up. "Mom, I love you. I'll see you for dinner on Tuesday."
"Come back here! Kamil! Kamil!"
Spencer awkwardly pursed his lips and tried to look busy with his breakfast. His mother collapsed back down on her chair and sighed.
"He makes the worst choices," She muttered.
Spencer nodded, not wanting to insult his brother but also not wanting to take his side. Neutrality was key in the Kingsley household.
"Um, so I'm gonna go."
Helena looked disappointed but quickly hid it with a smile. "But you'll come to dinner on Tuesday, right?"
Spencer nodded, reaching over to grip his mother's hand. "Of course. And thank you again for last night. Charlie and I are lucky to have a badass mom like you."
Laughing, Helena squeezed his hand. "I'm lucky to have the both of you too. You know, you should call Dr Park's daughter to thank her. What she did for you was very nice. If it weren't for her you'd probably still be in jail."
An image of Amelie popped into his mind. Her eyes closed as she kissed him, a faint smile on her lip. Even thinking about her was enough to put him in a trance.
"Spence? Honey, you okay there? You're drooling."
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'Hey'
Spencer stared at the message he just sent, feeling regretful already. Oh god what had he just done! He panicked as his phone beeped, implying the message was delivered.
Would Amelie think he was a creep for 'dm-ing' her? Oh god, was he like those creepy guys in the 'sliding into her dm's' memes? Oh no... was Spencer a MEME?!
He had searched Instagram for her account and found it almost immediately. It took him nearly half an hour to gain enough courage to send her the message but, ten seconds later, panic set in.
His phone beeped again, indicating she replied. Spencer heart pounded as he picked up his phone.
'hi'
SHE SAID HI. He became short of breath. Amelie replied to him. Him! Spencer Kingsley! The guy who couldn't even talk to her without getting flustered!
Oh no. With all the excitement, he forgot what he wanted to tell her! He had something to say to her but he just couldn't remember. He returned to panicking and hyperventilating. Had he just left the most beautiful girl he had ever met on read? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh-
'i hope you're okay after what happened yesterday. sorry for calling my dad. i just knew he would get your mother which seemed like the only logical move'
Ah. He wanted to thank her for her help yesterday. He read over her message at least ten times. 'i hope you're okay'. Wow. She hoped he was okay. Could she be any more perfect?
'I was actually just texting you to thank you for that,' He replied. Feeling bold, he decided to send her another message. 'I'd love to get dinner with you sometime. To thank you.'
Five minutes passed with no reply and Spencer entered the cycle of regret and self-deprecation once again. Maybe she wasn't single! Was he coming off as a creep? Oh no-
'how about lunch? i'm free now.'
Spencer let out a loud 'whoop' and pumped his hand into the air. "YES!"
He quickly replied with a bold and mischievous 'It's a date' and told her to meet him at a fabulous café nearby.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Spencer was sitting in his favourite café waiting eagerly for Amelie Park. He would perk up at everyone who walked in but then sink back down when he realised they weren't Amelie. Eventually, in walked the angel with a grey tweed Chanel coat and a plain, black dress. She rummaged in her bright scarlet bag, looking for her phone to ask Spence where he was but he quickly waved at her and called out her name. Smiling, she walked over to his table.
"Hi," He greeted nervously.
"Hey, Kingsley!" She planted herself on the seat across from him and picked up the menu. "It's really good to see you."
"Yeah... you too. Um, thank you again for last night."
"It was nothing." She reached over to hold Spencer's hand and looked deep into his eyes with a penetrating gaze. "I'm so disappointed by how the officers reacted. I didn't see much except for the moment you and your brother were put into the car but I heard one of the officers pulled a gun on you. That's terrible."
Spencer wanted to reply with something profound about the mistreatment of black people by the police system but got distracted by the sudden hand to hand contact between him and Amelie.
"Um, yeah. It's terrible," He responded terribly (pun intended). There was so much he could say and yet he went with 'it's terrible'. God, he was embarrassing.
Amelie squeezed his hand before letting go. "It also kind of sucks that we didn't get to finish what we were doing...."
A mischievous smile appeared on her face and Spencer felt faint. They really did kiss! It wasn't a dream or figment of his imagination. He wanted to kiss her again. So, so badly. This was it. She basically handed him the opportunity on a plate. This was the perfect chance to reply with something really profound and charming. Something suggestive and impressive. Something that would convey just how into her he was.
"Totally," He ended up choking out, before mentally scolding himself.
Why was he like this?
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Next chapter is very cute just wait xoxox