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Chapter 5 : Chapter 5
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“What on earth was that for?” Adam cried loudly, he was clutching hold of his arm as pain radiated through it.
He had just opened the door in answer to the loud knocking on it, and was met with a punch to the arm, a very hard and painful punch.
Adam looked up to see his Sister Amelia looking at him angrily, her arms were crossed in front of her chest and her foot was tapping in annoyance. “Are you going to explain yourself?” she asked him, an eyebrow raised.
Adam gave a frown; “Are you?” he asked angrily, indicating at his arm as he closed the door behind him and turned to look at his sister.
“You’re a jerk do you know that?” Amelia cried, throwing her arms up into the air,
“Me? May I point out that you are the one who came in here crazy with pregnancy hormones and punched me in the arm? This really hurts you know.” Adam told her.
Amelia ignored his comments on crazy hormones; she didn’t need another reason to hurt her brother.
“Do you have any idea what you’re putting Lucy through with your distancing and being secretive?” she asked him, Adam at least had the decency to look slightly guilty, Amelia was betting that he would have denied all knowledge.
“Oh, that.” Adam said.
“Yes that! Are you going to explain yourself?”
“No. Would you like a drink?” Adam asked, walking towards the kitchen; Amelia followed him angrily, wanting to hurt him again.
“Yes an orange juice please, and what do you mean you won’t explain yourself?” Amelia asked,
“Are you going to break up with her?”
“What? Why would you get that idea?” Adam asked, shocked that his sister would even think that he would leave Lucy.
“James is hiding something for you and I don’t like it. The only thing I can think of is you breaking up with her.” Amelia took the drink from her brother, still angry with him.
“Well, I’m not ok? Yes, he is keeping a secret for me, but it’s nothing like that,” Adam told her, he had heard from James earlier that Amelia had made him sleep on the sofa, because he had refused to tell her.
“Just tell me, Lucy is worried sick right now because of you.”
Adam looked up at her words as he handed her the orange juice. “She’s worried? She’s got no reason to be worried.”
“Well, at the moment she has, what are you hiding? Is it work getting you down? If so, you should tell her about it, she can be there for you.” Amelia said after taking a gulp of her drink.
“Work’s not helping at all but no, it’s not that.” Adam admitted, to her.
“Then what is it Adam? And don’t you say that I don’t need to know, because I have the day off today and I will follow you everywhere you go until you give me an answer.” Amelia threatened, giving him a smile.
Adam resisted a groan, knowing that his sister could be very annoying when she wanted to be, he knew it would be best if he just gave in. Besides, even if she didn’t get anything from him, it wouldn’t be long until she badgered James for more information. Adam knew he would cave eventually, there are only so many times you can sleep on the sofa before it kills your back.
“I’m going to ask Lucy to marry me, ok?” Adam said, Amelia stared at him in quiet shock, before she let out a scream of happiness and bounded over to Adam as fast as she could, hugging him tightly. Adam let out a laugh as he hugged her back. “Don’t say anything though, ok? I’m trying to surprise her.”
“I won’t,” Amelia said, letting go of her brother, but still squealing with happiness.
“And stop being angry at James, he hasn’t done anything wrong and doesn’t deserve to sleep on the sofa.” Adam said, scolding his sister. But not being able to keep the grin from his face, he was glad that he told her though.
“Fine, I’ll forgive him. But I don’t get why you couldn’t tell me?” She asked him as she took a seat again. Adam sat down opposite her at the table.
“Would you be able to keep this a secret from Lucy?” Adam asked his sister and eyebrow raised at her, he already knew she couldn’t.
“Yes of course I can!” Amelia said, a grin still on her face. Adam knew that even she didn’t believe her own answer.
“Well, you won’t have to for long; I plan on asking her sometime soon.” Adam told her with a small chuckle.
“So how are you going to do it?” Amelia asked him eagerly, leaning forwards slightly in her excitement. Adam resisted groaning, knowing that he couldn’t tell her too much otherwise she would end up accidently telling Lucy. Adam stood up from his seat and walked over to the kettle that was on the side, filling it up with water.
“If we’re going to be talking about all of this, I at least need a coffee first.”
Fred had yet again spent most of his shift staring at Julie and stumbling over things, such as his own words and various objects that were littered on the floor, he had a feeling that Hugo was the one leaving stock on the floor; he needed to have a serious word with his dad about that.
He was currently trying to pluck up the courage to ask Julie out, Lucy had threatened him earlier saying that if he didn’t ask out Julie then she was going to ask her out for him. Fred knew that it would have been easier to get Lucy to do all of the hard work for him, so she would have to face the rejection if Julie said no; but he needed to be a man about this, the only problem was that he didn’t much feel like a man, more a flobberworm.
He had managed to make his way over to where she was standing, stocking up a shelf of what looked like love potions. He was beginning to get hot as he thought about what he would say, hoping that he wouldn’t make too much of a fool of himself in front of her. She turned to face him as he stopped behind her; a smile creeping over her face, Fred took a deep breath as he looked down at his shoes.
“Hey Fred, what can I do for you?” Julie asked him sweetly, Fred felt his stomach swim with what he hoped was just butterflies and not nerves, he couldn’t afford to lose his lunch in front of her, which would be a definite deal breaker.
“I - er – Would you like to – er –“ Fred stuttered, not looking up into Julies face.
“Are you OK Fred? You’re sweating.” Julie asked, looking at Fred with concern, thinking that he was coming down with a fever of some sort. She raised her hand and placed the back of it on Fred’s forehead to check his temperature. Fred jumped slightly at her contact, feeling his face start to warm. He could tell that his face was going red, as he looked up into her eyes.
“Will you go on a date with me?” Fred blurted out suddenly, Julie stared at him open mouthed, her hand still on his forehead.
“What?” She asked suddenly, as though she hadn’t heard him properly; her hand fell from his forehead and landed at her side.
“I – er – Will you go on a date with me?” Fred repeated; worry beginning to etch on his face as he thought about how long it was taking her to answer him.
She stared at him for a while, which was beginning to make Fred feel awkward, he began shuffling his feet and backing away from her ready to run, when she answered him.
“Yes,” She said, causing him to stop, “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”
Fred nodded and smiled widely, “Great!” he said, clapping his hands together, “I’ll send you an owl with the details.”
“I look forward to it,” Julie said as she walked away from Fred and back over to the counter, Fred grinned as he ran to the back of the store and closed the door behind him, before dancing wildly and singing.
“She said yes! She said yes! I am so happy because she said yes!” Fred cried, dancing around and waving his arms in the air.
“Said yes to what?” Hugo asked from across the room, his head appearing from behind a box, causing Fred to yell in shock and fall to the floor as he was mid kick of a dance.
“What the hell Hugo?” Fred cried as he got up off of the floor and rubbed his aching leg, which he had fallen on; he knew it was going to get a bruise. “Why are you lurking behind those boxes?”
“Being creepy,” Hugo said simply with a shrug, “Who said yes to what?”
Fred looked at Hugo for a moment before answering, “I asked Julie out on a date.”
“And she said yes?” Hugo asked, looking at Fred before laughing, “Has she seen your face?”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” Fred said, not happy at all with Hugo.
“Are you not worried that you’re going to screw everything up on the date? Or that it’s going to go terribly and she’ll never want to see you again?” Hugo asked.
“No – I never thought about that,” Fred admitted, suddenly imagining all kinds of things that could go wrong on the date. “Damn it! Why did I ask her out? I’m going to spill my dinner everywhere and it’ll be a disaster. What if I don’t speak Italian or French and we go to an Italian or French restaurant?”
“Well, don’t go to them, then you loser,” Hugo told him, shaking his head at his cousin’s overreaction to imaginary events transpiring in his head. He tried to walk past him and leave the stock room, but Fred had grabbed his arm, a manic look in his eyes.
“Please go with me!” Fred cried, Hugo shoved him away from him. “I need someone there to make sure I don’t make an idiot of myself!”
“And you chose me?”
“You’re right, I should ask Lucy.”
Hugo glared at Fred. “I hope you fail at your date.”
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