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Spencer practically skipped home after his date with Amelie. He was like Gene Kelly in 'Singin' in the Rain'. Amelie was the Kathy Selden to his Don Lockwood. She was the music in a rainstorm.
He was already planning their next date. Maybe they could go wine tasting. Or to a film festival. Or Paris. However, Amelie beat him to it three hours after their lunch date when she texted him the two words that got every guy excited. Two words that made him want to run barefoot on the filthy New York sidewalk just to get to Amelie quicker instead of wasting time putting on shoes.
'Come over'
Exactly thirteen minutes after her text was delivered, Spencer found himself panting for breath on the elevator ride up to her apartment. There was really no logical explanation for why he ran to her house instead of driving. Sure, it was quicker but by the time he reached her house he was out of breath and sweaty. He pushed up his steaming glasses and adjusted his nose ring that had been so loose it could have fallen out at any second. The nose ring was relatively new and was inspired by Tupac Shakur. The glasses were old because Spencer had terrible vision (probably from his childhood where he used to pretend to be asleep but really be straining his eyes reading in the dark). He combed his fingers through his hair and smelled his t-shirt to make sure it still smelt okay. It didn't but it was too late to change. It was fine though because if things went according to plan, it would be off very quickly.
The elevator opened immediately into her living room where Amelie was sprawled on the couch reading a novel. Squinting his eyes, Spencer made out the title 'Anna Karenina'.
"I love Tolstoy," He said. Not even a hello. Just a nerdy statement. Wow he really sucked.
"Hm?"
Spencer pointed awkwardly at her book. "The book you're reading."
"Oh!" Amelie nodded and placed it on the table. "It's for a college assignment. Have you read it?"
"Yeah. My sister gave it to me."
"She has good taste."
"Had," Spencer said, correcting her and wincing. "She, uh, passed away a few years ago." Why did he have to be such a downer? Now Amelie would feel awkward and apologetic. Way to go Spencer!
"Oh. Crap, I'm so sorry."
Spencer sat down beside her and smiled, trying to ease the awkwardness. "It's okay. I can talk about her without bursting into tears."
Amelie moved her bare legs to make more room for Spencer. "I called you over for that exact reason."
"To burst into tears?"
"No!" She laughed, burying her head in her hands. "I meant to talk. To get to know each other better. We barely know each other and I want that to change."
Spencer hummed a quiet 'hm'. He was caught off guard. His head was definitely somewhere else, far from where Amelie's was. He had very different expectations for how they would spend their time together. Nevertheless, he was still jittery and excited to get to know her. To him, Amelie Park was this mysterious yet angelic enigma. She was right. They really knew nothing about each other.
"Our date was awkward and I didn't like that."
Two very important things were said in Amelie's sentence. One; she called it a 'date', which basically confirmed Spencer's hopes. Wow, they were going out. That was...surreal. And two; their very first date was terrible. Of course she didn't use the word 'terrible' but she said awkward which was basically the same thing. Neither of them confessed to why it was so awkward but Spencer suspected (knew) that it was because of how nervous and jittery he was.
Amelie stood up and shuffled to the kitchen from which she returned with two wineglasses and a bottle of red wine.
"We'll take turns asking each other questions to get to know each other."
Spencer nodded and took a sip from the wine Amelie placed in front of him. "Okay. Me first. What's your middle name?"
"Koreans don't have middle names. You?"
"Koning. It means king in Afrikaans. Uh... any brothers or sisters?"
"Nope. Why did you never call me after we slept together on that yacht in St Tropez?"
Spencer choked on his wine, shocked at her blunt answer. "Sorry, I was just caught off guard."
She half-smiled. "Take your time."
He thought for a moment. Only an idiot wouldn't call an angel like her back. She was nice enough to leave him her number so why did he not call her. What explanation could he have for not calling her? Oh. His eyes flickered over to Amelie's novel and he remembered the reason.
"I was going to call you once we got back to Manhattan. Then my sister died."
Amelie nodded slowly before reaching over to hold his hand. "I just assumed you weren't into me."
He scoffed. "How could I not be into you? You're... angelic."
Amelie scooted closer to him. "I'm no angel, sweetheart." Her lips inched closer to his.
Spencer's mouth felt dry as he tried to come up with something smart to say. Maybe this time it would probably have been best if he stayed quiet. His hand landed on her knee and slowly slid up to the bottom of her shorts. She smiled mischievously before leaning back and laughing.
"Favourite colour?" She giggled.
Spencer couldn't stop himself from groaning. His hand was still on her leg and he couldn't bring himself to back away.
"Orange," He sighed. Her contagious laugh made the corners of his lips tug upwards. "You?"
"Indigo. What's your movie 'Queenly' about?"
Spencer smiled and looked at her. "You heard about my film?"
"I watched it at this film festival I went to with my friend. I recognised your name. But I want you to explain it."
Truth be told, his film was his pride and joy. Filming it was a long and strenuous job. The sixteen minutes of film took nearly two months to shoot. The actors were lazy and his arts grant was rejected meaning he had to pay for it out of his pocket. But the finishing product made it all worth it. Not to mention his new found popularity, especially among the NYU crowd. As part of the NYU alumni, he could count on the students of the college to support him. But, truth be told, he was thinking of going to Tisch. He would have no problem getting into the elite arts school after his directorial debut. He had done general film making in NYU but he found his niche in directing and shooting and Tisch was very well known for its programmes.
"'Queenly' is a totally fiction film set from the point of view of a teenage boy who is infatuated with a girl he has known for years. Everyone knows this except for this girl who carries herself around like royalty, making up this imaginary hierarchy in her head and acting as if it's the only thing that matters. The film reaches its climax when the unnamed boy and unnamed girl argue after he confesses her love to her. He expects his love to be requited. But the girl calls him a 'lovesick asshole' and explains to him that, just because he loves her and is kind to her, doesn't mean he is entitled to date her. Of course, this guy is so blinded by love that he becomes insulted by this even though she is one hundred percent correct. The final scene is of him watching her from afar as the masses gather around her and taunt her while she quickly becomes overwhelmed by her queenly duties. The boy is sullen and upset and isn't there for her when she needs him. He doesn't realise how true her words were until it's too late and the girl has already collapsed while her peers circle her and stare at her..."
Spencer's voice trailed off as his eyes stared blankly into the far distance, into the Manhattan skyline.
"It's really... poetic."
"Huh?"
"Your film."
"Oh."
In all honesty, Spencer had become so winded up in retelling the story of his film that he forgot where he was. For a split second, all he could see when staring at Amelie was Madeline's face. His 'totally fiction' film was more of a expression of how he felt for her and releasing it relieved him of so much pain he had been holding onto. Then Amelie waved her hand in front of his face and he snapped back into reality, time travelling back to the present with Amelie.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He cleared his throat and took another sip of wine. "Um, okay. Next question! Um...."
"I'm stealing your turn. Can I kiss you?"
Spencer let out a squeak in response. This girl was full of surprises. Her lips curled up provocatively. She was stunning. If Leonardo DaVinci had seen her, he would have easily chosen her over the Mona Lisa.
"Um, yeah. Obviously. I mean, of course, yeah, sure. I-"
Amelie cut him off with a kiss. His arms looked around her waist, making her t-shirt ride up slightly. She paused and inched away. Her hands rose to either side of his face as she slipped off his glasses.
"These things are so annoying."
"It's okay, I don't need to see. You're already engrained in my mind."
"That was so smooth."
Triumph at last! Victory! Spencer had actually said something that wasn't awkward. Now all he had to do was keep his mouth shut until after he left because he really couldn't mess this up.
"Do you... do you want to go up to my bedroom?"
Spencer stood up, with Amelie's legs wrapped around his waist and her lips on his.
"Hell yes."
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I feel like this book should have a higher age rating. Oh well. Also do you guys think I'm posting too fast? Should I slow down?
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-hexed
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