AN: Why did I make this? I can't remember what compelled me to start this story. I guess I just really liked the relationship between Mikey and Amelia. I loved giving them a happy ending in 'Frowns', and I couldn't get the two of them out of my head. I guess I'm a sucker for the whole 'childhood friends being soulmates' thing. I don't know if anyone really wanted this or cares about it, but it's going up on here regardless.

Also, I'd like to welcome back any returning readers. If you're new, maybe start with my first story 'Love As A Construct'. Otherwise, you will be confused.

Mikey stood at the edge of the party with a can of soda in his hand. He didn't particularly like the taste of champagne. He pretended to mingle amongst the others, but he was really just staring at Amelia. Her long brown hair was tied back in a bun—her usual style—and her skin seemed to have a glow to it tonight. She looked so excited about having Wheatley there. He hadn't seen her so happy in such a long time. Of course, he hadn't really seen much of her at all for a pretty long time. She seemed to be in her apartment a lot.

He watched as she approached Wheatley who twitched anxiously with so many people bombarding him with questions. Mikey thought about approaching them to help disperse the crowd but he decided against it. She probably didn't want to socialize with him right now. It had been too long.

"Hey, Mikey," Stevie said, coming up to him. He was a pale man in his early-thirties that worked in the robotics department. His short ginger hair was combed forward as usual and he was wearing his black lab coat. "Are you trying to blend in with the wall, too?"

"I'm not trying to," Mikey said. His voice was a little shriller than average for a male, but he didn't tend to talk much anyway. "I just happen to."

"I see," Stevie said and took a sip of his champagne. "Amelia seems pretty excited tonight."

"Yeah," Mikey said absently. "She's been waiting a long time for something like this."

"Ms. Oates!"

Mikey turned his head and saw Arin beckoning for her to talk to him. He was slender with straight, shoulder-length brown hair that hung around his face and dark eyes that looked wild when he was working on a project with his colleagues.

"I think Arin wants to tell Amelia about the android thing we've been working on in robotics," Stevie said as he also watched them.

"Probably to offer Wheatley an android body, huh?" Mikey asked. "But Toby still gets the first one, right?"

"Of course," Stevie said. "A promise is a promise."

Arin was a little bit closer to them in the crowded room so when Amelia approached him to talk, Mikey could vaguely catch what they were saying. Arin did tell Amelia about the android project and how it was almost ready to test. Mikey smiled at how even more excited she became. She said that she couldn't find a way to repay him enough.

"I-I'll take dinner as a repayment," Arin said. "Maybe tomorrow night?"

"It's a date," Amelia said. "Thank you so much. I should be getting back to Wheatley now. I'll see you later."

Mikey's stomach twisted with dread as he watched her return to Wheatley.

"You okay?"

He turned to look at Stevie who had a slightly concerned expression.

"Yeah, of course," Mikey mumbled. "Why wouldn't I be okay? We're celebrating here."

"You just seem a little upset about Arin's dinner invitation."

"It's just dinner," Mikey said. "And why should I care? Amelia and I aren't even really friends anymore."

"Maybe you should change that," Stevie suggested. "You should go talk to her right now. Ask her how she's doing. Tell her how pretty she looks tonight."

Mikey stared at her from across the room longingly. "Pretty" was an insult. She was gorgeous.

"I'll just leave her alone," he said. "She's busy talking to Wheatley. It looks like they're talking about something serious."

"Suit yourself, kid," Stevie said. "I'm going to talk to Arin about the project. It'll be ready soon enough for Toby."

"Okay," Mikey said, and didn't even look at Stevie as he walked away.

Amelia got up and looked like she was heading for the cake table. He took a few steps away from the wall but his nerves stopped him in his tracks. What would he even say to her? After years of no real conversation between them, what could he possibly say to her?

He decided to step back to the wall and just watch her from afar.

Like some desperate loser, he thought.

AN: Feel free to write reviews and tell me what you think. What would you like to see happen? I have half the story written out but I'm okay with rewriting some chapters to incorporate good ideas. Thanks for reading! The reviews really mean a lot to me and make me cry when I read them! :')