How ever did we fall in love? - Amy and Robert
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By: Silver MoonAngel - silver_moonangel@yahoo.com
Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/silver_moonangel/
AUTHOR'S NOTES
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1) This is the prequel to my story COTM: Deidre and Artemis. It
doesn't matter which order you read the stories in.
2) Amy has red hair in my story. Since this is an AR story, I'm
allowed to play with the characters appearences.
3) Greg Upell is Amy's "boyfriend" in Sailor Moon R (I think that's
the one)
4) This is written from both of their perspectives.
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CHAPTER ONE
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Amy
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"Greg was a delightful friend, and *sniff* the love of my life." Amy
started crying as she looked at the picture of the love of her life,
Greg Upell. The picture was taken a week ago, right before he...
he... Amy broke down. Slowly turning, she felt an arm around her.
Looking through tear soaked lashes, she saw Greg's best friend
Robert. Accepting his embrace, she cried silently. Too bad her and
Robert had to meet under these kind of circumstances. Who would have
thought that Greg would be dead before his twenty-fifth birthday?
Life wasn't fair! Damn fate!
She could see the concern in Robert's eyes. The service was over by
now. Soon, she would be going home to face the loneliness.
"Amy? Would you like to go to the wake?" Robert asked, the unshed
tears evident in his brown eyes.
Surprised, Amy could hear herself saying yes. "Let me go take a
shower. Pick me up at five?"
After hearing Robert's affirmative, Amy walked to her house. After
the battle with Galaxia, she got the courage to buy an apartment in
the heart of Tokyo. Thinking of her home, Amy smiled. Big enough for
only one person, it suited Amy just fine. The only major thing that
had happened since Galaxia's defeat was...Greg's death. Feeling
tears well up again, she opened the door and walked inside. Thinking
how lonely she was, she sighed, turned on her shower, and picked up
a long black dress with long sleeves. Letting the steaming water run
over her body, her feelings slowly turned numb. If she was going to
have to go through this, then all her feelings would have to be
repressed, like she was before she met her friends. She went through
the motions of getting ready. She put on her clothes, ran a brush
through her short red hair, and put eye-drops in her eyes.
Hearing the doorbell, Amy walked toward it. Passing a mirror, she
looked at herself in disgust. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face
was extremely pale. Despite her best efforts, her clothes were askew
and her hair was a wild mess. Pinching her cheeks to add color and
nervously running a hand through her hair, she turned toward the
door. Opening the door, she saw that Robert wasn't much better than
herself. His eyes were bloodshot and just as wet as she was sure
hers were. She looked up at him, wondering what to do next.
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Robert
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That morning had been hell. He buried his best friend and started to
fall in love with Greg's girlfriend. How else could he fail Greg?
Watching Amy fall apart was even worse. He wished he could have
comforted Amy more. He wished they could've been closer and more
able to grieve together. He felt so...useless.
Face pale and brown eyes full of worry, Robert saw a pale and
troubled Amy. "Oh Amy. I'm so sorry that you don't really have
anyone to help you through this." Robert said taking her hand.
Bowing her head, Amy said, "It's okay. I like being alone. Besides,
I'd be a burden to my friends and their lives. Serena and Darian are
in the middle of trying to find a little girl... I'd only add to all
of their troubles."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Robert asked, "Darian said
something about it being your birthday next week. Do you mind if I
take you out to dinner?" Immediately he realized that was the wrong
thing to say at the wrong moment. Mentally kicking himself, he
squeezed Amy's hand letting her know it was okay if she said no.
Her eyes moistened with tears, Amy answered, "Let me just me get
through today." Removing her hand from his, she laid it on his arm,
distancing herself physically, if not emotionally.
"Okay." Linking his arm in hers, Robert led her to the car.
The wake was to be at Greg's parents' house. Zooming through the
rush hour traffic, Robert wanted to make sure they were the first
ones there. Pulling up to what could be described as a Victorian
mansion, Robert slowly stepped out of the car. Memories of him and
Greg playing in the backyard as if they were actual brothers instead
of pretend ones. Making a choking sound, he quickly swallowed back
the tears that threatened to overcome him.
"Oh, Robbie!" A high pitched voice called.
Inwardly groaning, Robert answered, "Hello Minerva. I would have
thought you would be sadder at your brother's death." Minerva Upell
had the figure that even Mina would be envious of. Mina was
gorgeous, but Minerva managed to make Mina look dumpy.
"Robbie's such a kidder! Please call me Minnie." The blonde-haired
woman said extending her hand toward Amy.
"Nice to meet you." Amy said with murder in her eyes. Couldn't this
woman mourn for even thirty seconds! Her brother died three days
ago, the last thing she could do is 'pretend' to be sad!
"We need to go inside now." Robert said, slowly pulling Amy toward
the door. "A pleasure like always." Amy was shaking and clenching
her jaw, looking ready to wring the life from Minnie. "Calm down,
Amy," He breathed into her hair. "She doesn't have a non-selfish
bone in her body."
The door opened to reveal a grand hallway. Robert sighed. Greg and
him used to raise hell in these halls. Greg's mother Madeline,
Maddie for short, was in the hall greeting guests as they arrived.
While she looked like Minnie, Maddie was the portrait of perfect
grief. She looked as tired and disheveled as Amy and Robert did.
"Greg never got to introduce you, by this is Amy, Maddie." Robert
said, as he pulled Amy out from behind him.
A genuine smile broke on Maddie's face. "He told me about you. He
was going to bring you over next week." Maddie said with tears in
her eyes. "Why don't you two go inside and mingle with the other
guests."
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After a few hours, Robert was ready to bolt. He was sick and tired
of Minnie trying to get his attention. Every time she came over, Amy
got a little paler and a little tenser. She looked like she was
going to tear Minnie's hair out every time she batted her eyes or
laughed with a man. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slight
girl with black hair. Although her back was to him, Robert thought
that she looked like a little doll. 'Must be one of Greg's younger
cousins.' Robert thought to himself.
"Are you ready to go?" Robert whispered into Amy's ear. Seeing Amy
nod her head, her took her over to Maddie. Kissing Maddie on the
cheek, Robert said, "Thanks for letting us come, Maddie. I'll keep
in touch."
Before Robert could get out of the door, he heard a small voice
behind him, "Excuse me."
Robert and Amy turned around to see the black-haired girl. Robert
got a closer look at her and realized that she was very doll-like.
She looked like an *extremely* pregnant doll. "How may I help you?"
Robert asked.
Running a hand over her stomach, gathering her strength from her
baby, "I need to tell both of you something. I met Greg a year ago.
We started dating and became engaged," She started, becoming paler
with every word uttered.
Robert could hear Amy murmur, "No." Looking over at her, he saw her
visibly shake. Gathering her hand into his, he squeezed it, offering
his silent comfort.
"It was after I became pregnant that he told me about Amy. I thought
that he would tell you about us. It's obvious that he didn't." The
girl broke down. Horrible wrenching sounds billowed from her mouth.
"Shh. you shouldn't stress yourself in your condition." Amy said, as
her heart broke at the obvious betrayal of Greg. "How far along are
you? What are you going to name the baby?"
"I'm *sniff* six months and I'm going to name her Amy. I decided
that it was the least I could do." The girl tenderly held her
stomach as if comforting her child.
Patting the girl on the shoulder, Robert said, "We need to get
going, Miss. It was...interesting to meet you."
Robert led Amy out the door and put her in his car. She was now as
white as a sheet and her beautiful face was lined. Amy turned to him
and said sarcastically, "You don't have any kids in your closet, do
you?" With that, she fainted.
AN: This is the totally revamped version of Chapter One. I went in and added a
few things and detail... A lot of detail.
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By: Silver MoonAngel - silver_moonangel@yahoo.com
Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/silver_moonangel/
AUTHOR'S NOTES
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
1) This is the prequel to my story COTM: Deidre and Artemis. It
doesn't matter which order you read the stories in.
2) Amy has red hair in my story. Since this is an AR story, I'm
allowed to play with the characters appearences.
3) Greg Upell is Amy's "boyfriend" in Sailor Moon R (I think that's
the one)
4) This is written from both of their perspectives.
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CHAPTER ONE
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**********
Amy
**********
"Greg was a delightful friend, and *sniff* the love of my life." Amy
started crying as she looked at the picture of the love of her life,
Greg Upell. The picture was taken a week ago, right before he...
he... Amy broke down. Slowly turning, she felt an arm around her.
Looking through tear soaked lashes, she saw Greg's best friend
Robert. Accepting his embrace, she cried silently. Too bad her and
Robert had to meet under these kind of circumstances. Who would have
thought that Greg would be dead before his twenty-fifth birthday?
Life wasn't fair! Damn fate!
She could see the concern in Robert's eyes. The service was over by
now. Soon, she would be going home to face the loneliness.
"Amy? Would you like to go to the wake?" Robert asked, the unshed
tears evident in his brown eyes.
Surprised, Amy could hear herself saying yes. "Let me go take a
shower. Pick me up at five?"
After hearing Robert's affirmative, Amy walked to her house. After
the battle with Galaxia, she got the courage to buy an apartment in
the heart of Tokyo. Thinking of her home, Amy smiled. Big enough for
only one person, it suited Amy just fine. The only major thing that
had happened since Galaxia's defeat was...Greg's death. Feeling
tears well up again, she opened the door and walked inside. Thinking
how lonely she was, she sighed, turned on her shower, and picked up
a long black dress with long sleeves. Letting the steaming water run
over her body, her feelings slowly turned numb. If she was going to
have to go through this, then all her feelings would have to be
repressed, like she was before she met her friends. She went through
the motions of getting ready. She put on her clothes, ran a brush
through her short red hair, and put eye-drops in her eyes.
Hearing the doorbell, Amy walked toward it. Passing a mirror, she
looked at herself in disgust. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face
was extremely pale. Despite her best efforts, her clothes were askew
and her hair was a wild mess. Pinching her cheeks to add color and
nervously running a hand through her hair, she turned toward the
door. Opening the door, she saw that Robert wasn't much better than
herself. His eyes were bloodshot and just as wet as she was sure
hers were. She looked up at him, wondering what to do next.
**********
Robert
**********
That morning had been hell. He buried his best friend and started to
fall in love with Greg's girlfriend. How else could he fail Greg?
Watching Amy fall apart was even worse. He wished he could have
comforted Amy more. He wished they could've been closer and more
able to grieve together. He felt so...useless.
Face pale and brown eyes full of worry, Robert saw a pale and
troubled Amy. "Oh Amy. I'm so sorry that you don't really have
anyone to help you through this." Robert said taking her hand.
Bowing her head, Amy said, "It's okay. I like being alone. Besides,
I'd be a burden to my friends and their lives. Serena and Darian are
in the middle of trying to find a little girl... I'd only add to all
of their troubles."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Robert asked, "Darian said
something about it being your birthday next week. Do you mind if I
take you out to dinner?" Immediately he realized that was the wrong
thing to say at the wrong moment. Mentally kicking himself, he
squeezed Amy's hand letting her know it was okay if she said no.
Her eyes moistened with tears, Amy answered, "Let me just me get
through today." Removing her hand from his, she laid it on his arm,
distancing herself physically, if not emotionally.
"Okay." Linking his arm in hers, Robert led her to the car.
The wake was to be at Greg's parents' house. Zooming through the
rush hour traffic, Robert wanted to make sure they were the first
ones there. Pulling up to what could be described as a Victorian
mansion, Robert slowly stepped out of the car. Memories of him and
Greg playing in the backyard as if they were actual brothers instead
of pretend ones. Making a choking sound, he quickly swallowed back
the tears that threatened to overcome him.
"Oh, Robbie!" A high pitched voice called.
Inwardly groaning, Robert answered, "Hello Minerva. I would have
thought you would be sadder at your brother's death." Minerva Upell
had the figure that even Mina would be envious of. Mina was
gorgeous, but Minerva managed to make Mina look dumpy.
"Robbie's such a kidder! Please call me Minnie." The blonde-haired
woman said extending her hand toward Amy.
"Nice to meet you." Amy said with murder in her eyes. Couldn't this
woman mourn for even thirty seconds! Her brother died three days
ago, the last thing she could do is 'pretend' to be sad!
"We need to go inside now." Robert said, slowly pulling Amy toward
the door. "A pleasure like always." Amy was shaking and clenching
her jaw, looking ready to wring the life from Minnie. "Calm down,
Amy," He breathed into her hair. "She doesn't have a non-selfish
bone in her body."
The door opened to reveal a grand hallway. Robert sighed. Greg and
him used to raise hell in these halls. Greg's mother Madeline,
Maddie for short, was in the hall greeting guests as they arrived.
While she looked like Minnie, Maddie was the portrait of perfect
grief. She looked as tired and disheveled as Amy and Robert did.
"Greg never got to introduce you, by this is Amy, Maddie." Robert
said, as he pulled Amy out from behind him.
A genuine smile broke on Maddie's face. "He told me about you. He
was going to bring you over next week." Maddie said with tears in
her eyes. "Why don't you two go inside and mingle with the other
guests."
**********
After a few hours, Robert was ready to bolt. He was sick and tired
of Minnie trying to get his attention. Every time she came over, Amy
got a little paler and a little tenser. She looked like she was
going to tear Minnie's hair out every time she batted her eyes or
laughed with a man. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slight
girl with black hair. Although her back was to him, Robert thought
that she looked like a little doll. 'Must be one of Greg's younger
cousins.' Robert thought to himself.
"Are you ready to go?" Robert whispered into Amy's ear. Seeing Amy
nod her head, her took her over to Maddie. Kissing Maddie on the
cheek, Robert said, "Thanks for letting us come, Maddie. I'll keep
in touch."
Before Robert could get out of the door, he heard a small voice
behind him, "Excuse me."
Robert and Amy turned around to see the black-haired girl. Robert
got a closer look at her and realized that she was very doll-like.
She looked like an *extremely* pregnant doll. "How may I help you?"
Robert asked.
Running a hand over her stomach, gathering her strength from her
baby, "I need to tell both of you something. I met Greg a year ago.
We started dating and became engaged," She started, becoming paler
with every word uttered.
Robert could hear Amy murmur, "No." Looking over at her, he saw her
visibly shake. Gathering her hand into his, he squeezed it, offering
his silent comfort.
"It was after I became pregnant that he told me about Amy. I thought
that he would tell you about us. It's obvious that he didn't." The
girl broke down. Horrible wrenching sounds billowed from her mouth.
"Shh. you shouldn't stress yourself in your condition." Amy said, as
her heart broke at the obvious betrayal of Greg. "How far along are
you? What are you going to name the baby?"
"I'm *sniff* six months and I'm going to name her Amy. I decided
that it was the least I could do." The girl tenderly held her
stomach as if comforting her child.
Patting the girl on the shoulder, Robert said, "We need to get
going, Miss. It was...interesting to meet you."
Robert led Amy out the door and put her in his car. She was now as
white as a sheet and her beautiful face was lined. Amy turned to him
and said sarcastically, "You don't have any kids in your closet, do
you?" With that, she fainted.
AN: This is the totally revamped version of Chapter One. I went in and added a
few things and detail... A lot of detail.