A/N: Hey you guys! I am such a terrible authoress! I haven't updated in forever! But I can't because I only have like 2hrs. to write at nighttime and then it's off! (:-(. But I will try my very hardest to update as much as I can get in. I thank those who are sticking around with this story from the bottom for my heart. Really, you guys keep me raring to write. :) And so, CHAPTER 4! :)

Erik's POV:

I knew we would get in. I had absolutely no worries about our acceptance into the club. I am very glad that they decided we were worth it! Of course, I never worry about anything. I'm tight, but lose all at the same time. Almost everything goes as I plan. This, is one of those times. I'm relieved that we were allowed into the program and that I managed to make Amps smile. Her smile. When she smiles, I swear I choke on my heart, I get so excited. My mind goes completely blank and all I see is Amy. Not the other kids, not the brats pushing by us, not the teachers, just Ambrosia. Everything else goes blurry. Like a focused camera. The things around the main point go fuzzy.

"Did you hear that, Erik? We're in the advanced music and theatrics club! How? I don't know, but whoever sent it in, is my new hug doll! WOOOOHOOOO!"

I swear I turned beet red then and there. My mask was actually getting colder and colder against my smoldering flesh. I believe that she took notice of my unintentional half-smile and fire truck red face. Because the next thing I knew, I was being bear hugged in an overjoyed angel's arms. I never thought it possible, but that voice in my head didn't make me hesitate to return he embrace. I think she picked up on this because she hugged me even tighter. I thought that if I was constricted in her arms, it would be the best death a guy could ask for. She then let go and threw her arms around my neck and smiled into my shoulder after searching my wild eyes. Her eyes. My love for her shall be be my new life and the death of me all at the same time.

She then came out of where she was nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck and turned almost as red as I was. And she smiled so widely that her lips would have torn if it weren't for Mr. Firmin and Mr. Andre standing right there with stony looks and uncharacteristically intimidating postures, clearing their throats as a warning to cut it out before they got us busted.

"Well, thankyou! Thankyou so, so, so, so, so, so much, Mr.'s Firmin and Andre. We gratefully accept the proposal and we will be at the meeting tonight. We shall forever be in your debt, Monsieurs!"

The principals' homeland is France and so they prefer that we students use French etiquette in their private presence. So Amy curtsied and gave a cute little smile to the now jolly principals. Of course, they bowed to the both of us and then wished us adieu. But only before they craned their necks over their shoulders, "Just be discreet when showing your affections next time, there may be trouble." Then they finished their strides out of the courtyard with quiet chuckles.

Is it just me, or did it just get 1,000 degrees hotter in here? Affections? Hmm… Maybe it's a sign… 'Yeah right, corpse. That would never happen. Not even god would give you the chance to have a relationship with her.' Okay, I really need a psychiatrist. Maybe he could hypnotize me and get that stupid little 'conscious' out of my head. It's really getting on my nerves. Or what nerves I have left after my father mercilessly numbed them with his beatings. Ugh. I don't even want to think about that right now.

I guess Amy caught a bit of a feverish feeling because she looked at me with her hand hovering over her mouth and her eyes were big as saucers. She was bolt upright. Which showed her full height. She may be extremely light and skinny, but geez was she tall. I knew I was freakishly tall and was more intimidating because of it, besides the fact that I was very muscular and stony serious. But she was no less than 3 inches shorter than me. Yet, she always looks so small. She actually does look slightly intimidating, in a girly way, I guess. I knew she was very strong and limber, but she looked anything but. With me standing at around 6'1, she was about 5'11. Wow. She always looked so small and fragile and adorable. Hm. Things change I guess.

"Did it really look like that?" She said.

"Uh… Maybe, if they didn't know what happened between us… I mean, I… uh…"

I hate it when I stutter like I did. I always do that when I'm nervous or confused. Why did I do that? I guess 'Dad' broke me more than I thought. He must have shattered my confidence along with my skin and bones. Perfection. Thanks a lot, Alex. That was his name. I learned to hate that name from a very young age. Because only his drunkard friends would be able to call him by his first name. I was disgusted that there were more people like him in this demented world. Why? I guess God saw too much good on Earth. I don't know. I never really was religious. He never showed me any mercy. Never.

I was brought out of my reverie by a musical sound. Amy was giggling like a little girl. Her hand still covering her lips. Shoulders shrugging. I slipped my hand to the back of my neck because I was so embarrassed. I must have looked like a vulnerable little child when I said that. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid! Stupid Erik! Why'd you act like that?' I told it to shut up again. 'People make mistakes. Shut up, and never open your mouth again.' I retorted to the little voice. 'That's exactly it, Erik. You're not a person. You're a beast. A monster. An animal meant to be chained and beat.' 'YOU KNOW WHAT?! SHUT YOUR FLIPPING MOUTH! 'CUZ GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE A PART OF THIS BEAST! GO AWAY!' And thus, the end of my mental conflict. I didn't hear from it again. Heehee. I win.

I was surely on fire on the outside. I was literally sweating I was so embarrassed. She was still laughing. She was still showing me heaven by laughing. Then I got to thinking. Maybe God did bestow mercy upon me. Because he brought Amy into my life. Without her memory etched into my head to keep me going, I would probably still be in my teeny tiny, dusty, horrifyingly putrid jail of an attic, getting the heck whipped out of me by my villainous, drunkard father. I never thought I'd say this, but, THANK THE LORD… That felt good actually. Hm.

"Uhhhh… heh heh, um…" Geez, I'm so stupid. A bumbling fool, I am.

"Hehehe, uh, well, uh…Hmm. What do you think?" She said.

"About-about what?" 'Come on, Erik, you're better than this! Stop stuttering, you fool!'

"Well… Could we… Aww, you probably wouldn't want to, anyways. It was a stupid-"

"No, what? What were you going to say?"

Was she about to say what I thought she was? No, couldn't be. She wouldn't want to date me. The beast. Yet, she had joy in her voice when she said I was her best friend. Which, to my surprise, she did quite often. Was she… Showing off that I was with her? Or because she was set on us never being… 'Us'… I'm so confused. I've never had a whole ton of good experiences with girls. In all honesty, almost all of my encounters with anyone included Nadir, Amy, Alex (still hate that name, but, I can't believe that he was supposed to be my care taker. Dad.), or mine and Amy's dad. Curious.

"Umm. Well, if you'd want to-t-to, uh, go…out?"

Do I need hearing-aids or did she actually just ask me out? Oh my gosh. This has got to be a dream. All of heaven has flashed before my eyes in ONE DAY. Thank you god. Again, such irony it seems, but, feels good. Definitely need to pray to heaven with Amy one night.

"Uh… Sure, like, how, were you thinking? Like, friends hanging out, or like… More?" Still sound stupid.

"Well, like, we could try it out and if you say just friends that's cool but maybe there could be a chance, but whatever you say, Er-"

"Okay. Uh, when she meet up? Where do y-you wanna go? And, if I'm being honest, I…I was kinda- kinda thinking the s-same…Uh, hehehe, uh…"

'Erik, Why you do this?!', I mentally chastised myself. I feel so stupid. But, somehow, I feel like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. A very heavy weight.

"AWESOME! Uh, maybe a movie? How about we meet up right after the club meet, and then… Are you okay? Erik? You alright?" She planned rapid-fire. She was so adorable.

I was pulled out of my wandering in her eyes by the next best thing. Her voice. Oh, how I adore that voice. That beautiful instrument. I could listen to her talk for days. I wouldn't care what about, just to hear a string of the English language, or any language for that matter, directed at me would be like my revival from death.

"Wha? Oh, yeah… I just, uh, hmm, well uh, you're just so…so…so beautiful. I can't get over it."

Stuttering still, but relieved. Star-struck in every way possible by her radiance. She always looked so simple, and socially hidden, but, she looked dazzling whenever she was in front of my eyes. I'm in deep, know. Oh boy.

"Hehehe… Thanks, Erik. You were just giving me a look that just kind of… I don't know. *Sigh* What I'm saying is, I love your eyes. Their so emotional. It's entrancing." I'm pretty sure she was giving me the look I was just giving her. So adorable. She was giving me extreme 'goo-goo eyes', as it may be said. I took a cautious step forward just to see her response.

"Your eyes are breath-taking as well, Ambrosia." I managed to choke out.

She beamed at me with her heavenly smile. Braces or no, her smile struck me to the core with excitement. She started rocking on her toes and started to twirl a bit of hair between her fingers. Which were decorated with black and white checkers and musical notes. And on her wrist, was the most heart-warming thing I've seen in my 14 year existence. She had the black and teal beaded bracelet that I gave her the week after dad died. It was in patterns of hearts. Teal hearts with black around them. There was six layers of the small beads to make the width of the bracelet. I remember every detail of that piece of jewelry. Even that the button on the inside was a bit too big, so instead of using a bead clasp, I used the cross off of my broken rosary, which I found in the corner of the attic in Alex's home. So there is a black braided loop circling around Jesus' chest holding the bracelet together. She kept it after all this time? 'Ambrosia Pryde, you are one amazing woman…'

"Oh shoot! The bell's going to ring and I gotta get all the way across campus! I'm so sorry, Erik." She squeaked out in her cute little 'nervous voice'.

"You have no need to apologize, Amy. Do you want me to walk you to class?" I said to a finicky Amy.

"Well, I don't want to make my best… I mean boyfriend late, but-" I cut her off as she was about to finish her protest with a huge hug.

Just hearing her say that to me in an honest tone had my heart soaring. She has no idea how much I love her, does she? I'd doubt it… How can I prove to her-… Hmm. Ahah! Yes, that has to work. But for now…

"You know I love you right?" I whispered.

"Yes, I love you too…"

"If had to be late for anybody, I'd dream of being late for you. Now. Where is your next class?" I teased.

And so, as I took her hand in mine, we went walking off into the empty hallway. This is what I always dreamed of. What I had wished on stars for. Even as a little child, I had only hoped that I would even get a new acquaintance, yet, here I am with my best friend and, dare I say, girlfriend, in high school. I almost expected her to just be some sort of ghost that my imagination conjured from wishful thinking. I mean, all of this happening in one day? Not possible. No way.

"Hey, what class do you have now, Amps?" I decided to strike up a conversation.

"Umm… I believe it's Science, with Mr. Máson. You?"

"I'm going to officially meet Mrs. Bonnaire." I laughed.

"Oh, here it is. Science class. Let's hope I have a very uneventful class the third time around, huh? I seem to inflict a different persona and rep in every class. Hm. How strange. Well, you should go. She's not too lenient when it comes to tardies. Hehehe. Bye."

"Yeah. Hehehe…

Uh, I'll see you later then?" I sounded so dorky.

"Yup. Bye-bye, love"

*Sigh* This must be some kind of dream inferno. I'm sure that I was burning up. Red as a tomato. I reach up to touch my exposed cheek. Yup. Extremely feverish. Love bug bit me! Help!

A/N: Okay, so I ended up not putting in the club meet. Next time though, there will be music and drama and lots of stuff! Stay tuned and I promise I will try to update ASAP bu, again, vacation has a way of slowing that way down. I hope you guys understand and forgive me! Heehee. Until next time, my lovelies! :)

-Your humble servant,

TNP ;)