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Okay so names.

Amelia-Fem!America

Emma-Beligum


Chiara sat on the bench for at least ten minutes before wiping at her eyes and rose slowly to her feet and started to walk. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she honestly didn't care at the moment. Why should she? Why the fuck should she care about anything anymore?

No one seemed to give a shit about her.

Not Nonno, nor Alice, or any of her friends.

Perhaps she was just being over dramatic but she couldn't help but think that the world had deserted her for someone more suited for happiness. Not that she blamed it all that much.

Sure, it hurt.

Everything hurt and it would continue to hurt.

But thus is life and while she might hate every waking moment, she had to deal.

It wasn't just her she was looking after anymore.

There was Nonno and all his awfully timed perverse jokes, Alice's refreshing innocence and open eyes, her friends' laughter and joy, and now…this unborn baby.

Well, shit.

Chiara was starting to realize that it might be good to get her life together. She was mess through and through. She chuckled darkly to herself, remembering that she was in public and walking down one of the numerous cobblestone paths that the park had to offer. However, as she once again became aware of her surroundings, she noticed that she was completely and utterly confused. Where the fuck was she?

Her and her sister had only ever walk the north section of the park, the nearest to their apartment building, but now she was in what she assumed was the southern section.

It was dirty, less crisp, and a little more worn down than it's northern counterpart. The people looked different too. Everyone from Chiara's section of the park looked like they had somewhere in the next five seconds, while this side of the park still the rushing effect, it seemed almost calmer, in a sullen, quiet way.

Chiara stopped walking and took in her surroundings. Breathing in the strangely dusty air, which climbed up her throat and made her begin coughing.

When she finished, Chiara became aware of a woman's robust laughter coming from just behind her. She whipped around, ready to give whoever who was laughing at her a piece of her mind. "What's so goddamn funny?"

The girl with curly blonde hair that cut off right belong her ears was sitting on a park bench behind her. She was holding a cigarette almost carelessly between her fingers, letting the smoke fill the air, like she had year of practice, which was odd to Chiara because the girl looked no older than twenty. Her clothing was also strange. A leather aviator's jacket hung off her shoulders, almost cloaking her jean shorts and white tank top. Everything about the girl screamed cool and a 1950-esque feel.

And it pissed Chiara off.

"I'm sorry-it's just, you're definitely not from around here."

"And how are you so sure?" Chiara placed a hand defiantly on her hip.

"Well, for one thing, you don't look the part. Second, you started coughing." The girl laughed again. Chiara felt her blood boil.

"Would you stop laughing?" She snapped. The girl stopped and turned her head away, taking a puff of her cigarette, obviously relishing in the smoke that poured out of her mouth. Chiara fidgeted, uncomfortable. "Those things will kill you, you know." The girl turned back and smiled almost sarcastically.

"You sound like my boyfriend. He's got such a stick up his ass." Chiara scoffed.

"Believe me, I know the type."

"Yeah, well, he means okay and all but he doesn't really get it." Another drag and she exhaled more smoke. Chiara just stared. "You want a puff? You look like you need it." The girl held the smoking cigarette out to Chiara, who considered it-briefly then shook her head.

"Sorry, not really my thing right now."

"Are you joking? This thing is relaxing. Relaxation is everyone's thing." The girl motioned for Chiara to sit down beside her on the…and to her own amazement, she did.

"I know, and maybe a different time, I would take you up on it. Believe me, I'm so fucking stressed out right now."

"College and all that shit?" The girl asked, seeming genuinely concerned about a total stranger. Chiara hesitated.

"Something a bit bigger."

"Dude, whatever it is, this will make is seem a little less…big or something." The girl again offered the cigarette.

"No." Chiara reaffirmed and the girl shrugged. The cigarette wouldn't be good for the baby and while she could admit, she wanted to take a drag, just to…try it out and all, sometimes things were bigger than her desire for a few minutes of painlessness…which was quite a painful realization.

"You're probably doing the better thing anyway. After all, they can kill and all that shit. What's your name anyway?" Another puff of the cigarette and girl blew the smoke in the direction facing away from Chiara.

"Why the fuck do you want to know?" She asked, suddenly on the defensive.

"Whoa, dude, just curious." The blonde held up her hands in mock surrender.

"Okay…it's Chiara. What's yours?"

"Amelia. Amelia Jones." Amelia held out a hand. "It's a pleasure, I'm sure." Chiara rolled her eyes and ignored the hand. The name sounded familiar, like something she had heard at Gilbert's parties she and Antonio had attended when they were still an item. She remembered that the French asshole would be teasing someone about an Amelia but…she wasn't sure whom exactly. "So…tell me, Chiara. What's this big issue that a cigarette couldn't solve?" The girl in question was pulled out of her musings and raised an eyebrow.

"Again, why the fuck do you want to know?"

"Not sure, exactly, people say I'm a good shrink and no offense, I meant it when I said you looked like you could've used a drag."

"It's hard to explain…." Chiara felt strangely compelled to tell Amelia everything, like she was dam about to flood some innocent town and she needed to let go of some pressure.

"I've got time." Amelia smiled cheekily.

"Well…you see, I'm…pregnant and it's my ex's since he's the only one I've ever slept with." Wow, that was simpler than expected. Usually it took her a straight minute to figure out what the fuck she was going to say.

"Oh…well, that's a doozy." Amelia let out a low whistle.

"I'm not done. He's also in a different relationship right now…" Chiara took a deep breath. "With a boy."

"That's even more…interesting." Amelia said, throwing her cigarette on the ground and smearing it into the pavement with the toe her boot.

"But like, I've decided not to tell him. Everything ended badly and how the fuck would his stupid French boyfriend react because the dumbass always had the fucking sense of entitlement and like I really don't want his help, because he's done enough damage and I don't want to fucking have to deal with it. Plus his boyfriend is a total douche and I don't want to have to share my ex with him just because of a baby. I don't want to have anything to do with either of them. " Chiara blurted out.

"Wait…wait…French boyfriend? Would his name happen to be Francis?" Amelia asked, suddenly even more invested.

"Yeah…why? Do you know the asshole?"

"He's my boyfriend's best friend! Well, they wouldn't admit it, but it's pretty damn obvious." And all of a sudden, everything clicked. Boyfriend with a stick up his ass and the French bastard's teasing of someone about a girl named Amelia."

"You're Arthur's girlfriend." Chiara said slowly, the consequences of her actions beginning to dawn on her.

"Yup!"

"You and crumpet boy?" She asked.

"He's not all that bad, he's actually a big softy." Amelia didn't seem to realize what was wrong.

"Amelia, you can't tell anyone what I told you. It's a secret okay?"

"Sure, my lips are sealed."

"I mean it. No one. Not even crumpet boy."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Chiara let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm afraid, 'crumpet boy' might find out anyway." A British accent spilt through the air like ice and Chiara's head shot up to a little down the path way where a boy with thick black eyebrows and unruly blonde hair stood, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"What the fuck? How long have you been listening?" Chiara jumped up and Amelia followed in suit.

"Oh long enough, Chiara." He said coldly.

"Oh…Artie, are those flowers for me?" Amelia added awkwardly.

"Yes, but right now we have bigger issues." He turned to Chiara."You're pregnant?"

"Maybe." She shrugged. Arthur sighed frustrated.

"I literally overheard your whole conversation so don't be smart. You're pregnant."

"Yes. Yes I am."

"With who's child exactly?"

"Didn't you hear all of that?" Chiara bitterly asked.

"No, actually I missed that part, I'm not a hound. I cannot actually heard whispers." He rolled his eyes.

"Then you don't need to know." Chiara inwardly sighed with relief.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"My family knows, and to be honest, we aren't fucking best chums or anything so forgive me for not wanting to spread it around."

"Your friends would want to know." Arthur lamented.

"Stay out of my fucking business." Chiara stepped back.

"They can help you!"

"I don't need help!"

"Yes you do!"

"Artie…please." Amelia stepped between the two.

"Amelia, not now please." Arthur seemed like a man on a mission. "Chiara, you need to tell everyone."

"No! Fuck you!" Chiara yelled back.

"It's a big deal, they would want to know…wouldn't you?"

"Maybe, but it would be their business, not mine." Chiara tried to walk past Arthur, who side stepped to block her.

"If you don't tell anyone, I will."

"It's not your secret to tell, now get the fuck out my face." She turned to Amelia who looked conflicted. "Nice meeting you." She pushed by Arthur and to jog away.

"Fine, have it your way. Everyone will know by tomorrow morning!" He called after her. She didn't even turn around when she flashed him the bird.

Chiara didn't stop jogging until she was safely back in her apartment with the door slamming behind her as she entered her room. Turned out, the park wasn't that hard to navigate and her trip home was quick and easy.

She rolled into bed, not bothering to change and slowly but surely, lulled herself to an uneasy rest.

The next morning she awoke to the sound of her phone going off. Groggily, she checked her phone, and saw that she had thirty-eight unread texts was from Emma. The last on read:

'Chiara! answer me already! what the actual fuck, y didn't u tell me?'

Chiara felt a migraine rolling in.

She was going to murder that fucking crumpet.


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