Amelia's POV
I finish cleaning Esmeralda's mess in the kitchen, and I hear Cassy shout my name. I walk up the stairs and see she's pointing at her suitcase.
"Bring it to the car." She says, not even glancing at my direction.
"Sure your highness." I mutter, while I grab her belongings.
I throw her bag into the trunk, and hear Esmeralda shout out my name. I run back up the stairs, and see her bags are ready.
I shut the trunk and sigh. They'll be gone for 3 days and packed clothes for a week...
Esmeralda and Cassy get in the back of the car, and the driver starts the engine. "The house better look the same when we get back." Esmeralda says.
"Why wouldn't it mom? It's not like she could throw a party and people would actually go... Maybe just that pity friend she has." Cassy says, laughing.
"You have to pick up Cassy's prom dress this afternoon. Here's the ticket it's under." Esmeralda says, handing me a piece of paper.
"How would I get there...?" I ask, knowing I don't have a car.
"Not my problem." Esme says.
"This is the closest she'll ever be to anything prom related." Cassy says, giving me a fake pity expression.
I bite back a smirk and ask, "You don't think I'm going to prom?"
"You can go. You'd just look dumb with no date and a cheap ass dress." She says, shrugging. Oh so this dumbass doesn't know I have a boyfriend? Can't believe I got one before she did.
"You're right." I say, deciding not to say anything else.
"We're already late, let's go." Esmeralda says, patting the driver's shoulder.
They back out of the driveway, and I flip off the back of the car. Goodbye motherfuckers. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I see Sylvester texted.
Dick Appointment/Boyfriend:
Can I see you now?
No! I haven't changed yet
I turn to see Sylvester already walking towards me. "No!" I shout, starting to run towards my room.
I hear him right behind me, and feel him grab my hips. He lifts me up into the air, and I laugh.
"Hey babe..." Sylvester trails off.
"Let go of me. I'm gross from cleaning." I say, covering my sweaty face.
He puts me down and kisses my forehead. "Looking gorgeous as usual." He says winking.
I drag him to my room and say, "I'm going to take a shower. You think you'll survive without me?"
He eyes my bag of Hershey Kisses and I throw it at him. "You're the best, babe." He says, adding babe to annoy me.
I roll my eyes, and lock myself in the bathroom. After I'm done showering, I change and start drying my hair. It'll only take a few million years to dry.
I step out of the bathroom and Sylvester glances at me. He automatically sits up and opens his arms. "You want a hug?" I ask confused.
"My girlfriend is looking stunning as usual. Of course I want a hug." He says, as I jump onto my bed. He brings my body towards his chest, and peppers me in kisses.
I smile and redirect him to my lips. "I am one lucky bitch aren't I?" I whisper.
"All mine." He says, pretending to do an evil laugh. He holds me tighter and I snuggle into his arms.
"You think your parents will approve?" I ask, trying to look confident.
"They better, you're the best thing that has ever happened in my life." He says, leaving kisses on my neck.
"They'll probably hate me and force us to break up. I could never stay with a hot and famous celebrity." I say dramatically.
"You think I'm hot?" He asks with a cute grin.
"Shut up." I say, not realizing I said that out loud. I cover my red face, and Sylvester pulls my hands away.
He chuckles and cups my cheek. "Amelia... Don't be embarrassed, it really helps my ego." He says smirking.
I playfully roll my eyes and mutter, "Ugly ass. I don't even like you."
"Still stuck with me." He says.
"I'm in hell." I sigh. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, and spot a gift bag in the corner.
"What is that?" I ask, knowing it wasn't there before.
Sylvester glances at the corner, and scratches the back of his neck. I pull away, and see the tips of his ears are red. I raise my eyebrow curiously, and he gets off the bed.
He grabs the bag and hands it to me. I take the present out, and see it's a rose. I gasp when I flip the switch. "It's beautiful!" I say, placing it on my desk.
"Just like my Amelia." He says cheekily.
"Now I feel bad for insulting you. I hope you know I'm kidding." I say, softly kissing him.
I feel him smile and he wraps his arms around me. "Don't worry, I know you've fallen for me. It's actually impossible not to." He says cockily.
I shake my head and he clears his throat. "But I-I actually had a question." He says chuckling. "I was wondering if you would want to go to prom... with me? If not, it's definitely fine I-"
I tackle him into another kiss, and nip at his lip. "Yes." I mumble against his lips.
I shake my head and he clears his throat. "But I-I actually had a question."
He pulls away surprised. "Really? Does that mean I get to post prom pictures like a regular teenager?" He asks excitedly.
I laugh and nod. "We're going to be the best couple at that dance." He says.
"I'm sure my Instagram wouldn't mind another photo. It's probably looking a little lonely from my Valentine's Day dance photos with Lily." I say.
"Is Amelia saying I'm worthy of posting?" He asks with a gasp.
"I've never posted about you." I say, just realizing this. Wow... If I had control over your body I would have bragged about being in a relationship. But not to the point where I'm annoying...
"That's why Cassy didn't think I'd go to prom... Does everyone think you're single?" I ask. I just assumed she was a dumbass.
"Does everyone think I am? Just kidding, no one would notice." I say laughing.
"It's fine, I've never posted about you. I assumed you didn't like sharing everything online." He says shrugging.
"That is actually so considerate of you..." I say, surprised.
"Just because you call me a dick doesn't me I am one." He mutters.
I hug him and say, "You're my dick though, it's different. I didn't post you cause I never thought about being active. I barely ever use them, so I don't think about it."
"I didn't want to in case you ended up dumping me. Realizing you can do better without me is like a fear of mine." He says chuckling nervously.
"You think I'd dump you? You've been like the best boyfriend I could have ever dreamed of. I literally thought I'd be single forever." I exclaim.
"Well you're the best girlfriend I could have ever dreamed of. You're a genuinely nice, talented, smart, and incredibly beautiful person." He adds with a wink.
I pull him in for another kiss and he laughs. At this point, I don't think I'll ever get tired of his kisses.
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After I picked up Cassy's ugly ass prom "dress", I quickly put it in her closet. She might as well go naked if her dress is barely covering her chest and flat ass... Her dress, not my problem.
I return to Sylvester's car, and he asks, "Are you ready to meet the parentals?"
"Nope." I say confidently.
He laughs and says, "You'll be fine." He grabs my hand, and kisses each knuckle. I feel my face heat up, and just look out the window.
"My Amelia blushing is one of my favorite expressions on you." He says out loud.
"You're very annoying." I murmur, biting back a smile.
"Only for you." He says smiling.
Soon we arrive at his mansion, and step out of the car. We get inside only to see no one's home. Sylvester looks mad and I touch his arm.
"That's okay, maybe they're just late." I say.
"They were supposed to make dinner." He says, opening the fridge. There's barely any food in there...
"What about some pizza?" I ask, grabbing my phone.
He pouts and I lightly kiss him. His phone pings two texts and he says, "They're like 20 minutes away."
"Perfect time for pizza!" I say, dialing the number.
"Do you like pineapples on your pizza?" He asks.
"Of course..." I say in a duh tone.
He smirks and says, "Good. Add it because my parents don't like pineapple on their pizza.
"Evil Sylvester." I say laughing.
While I order, he wraps his arms around me, and rests his head on my shoulder.
While the employee goes over the order, I kiss Sylvester's cheek. When they're done talking, I say, "Thank you!"
We move to the living room, and decide to watch We Bare Bears until the pizza comes. Sylvester is still feeling down, so I pepper his face in kisses.
"Everything is going to be fine. We'll just have food and talk." I say shrugging.
We hear a door open, and his parents walk into the kitchen. His mom is the first one to speak and says, "Amelia we are so sorry. We were both caught up in meetings that went over time.
"No worries!" I say smiling politely.
Sylvester walks towards the front entrance and comes back with the pizza. He sets it down on the table and says, "Since you guys didn't bother making dinner, we ordered pizza."
His dad hands us each a plate and asks me, "What would you like to drink?"
"Water please." I say, knowing Sylvester is fuming behind me.
I grab his hand and we sit across from his parents. They open the box and see the pineapples on the pizza. They hide their grimace, and Sylvester grins at me.
"Are you guys excited to graduate high school soon?" His mom asks.
"Ya! Going to college together sounds fun." I say smiling.
His dad raises an eyebrow and asks, "Together?" Shit he doesn't know?
"U-uh ya. My best friend Lily and I will be still in the same state for college." I say.
His mom catches on to my slip up, and I look at Sylvester with sorry eyes. He doesn't seem to care and just lightly squeezes my hand.
"Connor, we talked about this. Sylvester is going to the dance academy." She says.
"Amanda, he's supposed to sign another contract. He's obviously faking this relationship to get out of it. I'm sure you're a nice girl, but he's probably paying you to be here. I'll pay you double if you go now." He says, grabbing his wallet.
"Excuse me?" Sylvester and I ask at the same time.
"He is my real boyfriend. How dare you accuse me of being desperate for money?" I ask, offended.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I clearly said I don't want to be a singer, and you can't force me to be one. I know it's surprising to you that someone would care about me, seeing how shitty you guys are, but I'm for once happy." Sylvester says angrily.
"Sylvester!" She says surprised.
"This is on you too. You know I actually have a passion for dance, and I worked hard to get into that college." He says standing up.
"You're really disappointed that he doesn't want the same career you want for him? You should realize how lucky you are to have the chance to see him grow up. Not everyone has that." I say, standing up with Sylvester.
"You guys obviously didn't actually care about meeting Amelia, so I think we'll be going."
Sylvester says, grabbing the box of pizza. Yay, he's taking the food.
I follow him up the stairs and whisper, "What are we doing?"
"You think I could stay with you tonight? I just don't want to be here..." He whispers back.
"Of course." I say nodding.
He stops being mad for a second, and presses a kiss against my lips. I smile and hold the box, while he packs a bag.
"Kids, come back!" I hear his mom shout.
After he grabs everything he needs, we walk out the front door. Sylvester purposely slams the door, and I hear him tiredly sigh.
I reach for his hand, letting him know I'm here. When we get back to my room, I ask, "Do you want to stay here or Esmeralda's house?
I understand if you feel a little cramped.
"This is perfect. You are perfect." He says, bringing me into his arms.
He gives me a quick forehead kiss, and lies down on my bed. "I'm glad you brought the pizza." I mumble, grabbing another slice.
"I didn't want to cut your dinner short. You barely finished your slice at the table." He says laughing.
"In the beginning I was nervous and didn't want to talk with food in my mouth! But uh, your parents..." I say, not knowing what to add.
"I'm obviously grateful to have them and all, but they're never actually there. When I wake up they're basically getting ready to go to work, and when I get back home they're still at work." He says.
"I know this doesn't help, but I'm sorry they're like that." I say, handing him my crust.
He bites it then says, "Weirdo. I can't believe you don't like the crust."
"I don't like the crust on anything." I say laughing.
"I understand for a sandwich but nothing else." He says.
After I change into some sleeping clothes, I jump on top of Sylvester. "Comfortable?" He asks.
"Very." I say, wrapping my arms around him.
"Thank you for standing up to my parents with me." He says shyly. "I didn't want to drag you but I wasn't sure what you would do."
"Babe..." I say teasingly. "It was my pleasure. My mom always said Moira is when you get to control your destiny. No one should take that choice from you."
He nuzzles his face on the side of my neck, and I massage his scalp. Soon he falls asleep, and I kiss his forehead. He's adorable... Stop, now I'm staring like a creep.
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