Chapter 7:

So... Reviews = pretty much non-existant, but me encanta the story, so I'm gonna keep writing it!

I didn't update for a while... but does anyone even care?


Amelie's POV:

She was a mastermind in disguise... Well, she was the Founder, so she could do whatever she wanted, including messing with dates on letters that she wanted to be sent to people. This included (rather was the only one) the one she sent to the love of her life (although he didn't yet realise it) Samuel Glass... She had managed to forge the letter from TPU, after informing them that she would be doing such a thing, and ensure the date was from before he revealed his desires, so that it wasn't immediately obvious that she had had anything to do with it.

She sighed as she slid into her bed, wondering whether or not her handiwork would be appreciated - she could only hope that it would be...


Sam's POV:

What do I do? He considered this, as he stared into the corner of the room, still frozen. Stephen was beginning to cry but he could barely hear him - all he could think about was the letter and his chances in the future. But did he dare to consider being that selfish when he had a son who needed him?

He picked up his son and rocked him until he fell back to sleep (finally) before picking up the phone.

"Mum?" he whispered, not wanting to disturb the volatile and unpredictable patterns of sleep his son had. "Can you come over, please? I have some news and I need to ask you a favour."

She agreed and he hung up the phone before darting around to tidy the place up further. He flung open the windows to let in some fresh air and tied back the curtains before cleaning the work surface in the kitchen again; he didn't particularly ever see any problems with it but whenever his Mum came around, she always moaned about the state of them.

"You're going to spread disease by not cleaning them... When Stephen is sick, or you, then you'll have nobody to blame but yourself... They're disgusting, Samuel, I am ashamed at your housekeeping," she would say to him, irritating him further. The only results it procured was making him realise that Melinda wasn't there, which made him drink even more and become more depressed.

But that downward spiral had ended since Amelie had turned up; something about her, the way she was, made him want to change... It wasn't just for his son, but for her as well.

But will she still come out and spend time with me once I'm 'me' again? He pondered, before instantly rebuffing himself. Why did he care about Amelie spending time with him? His wife had just died, for Christ's sake; he definitely didn't need to be thinking about Amelie. The woman, if you could call her that, was a frickin' vampire! She owned him, body and soul; there was no chance of them being anything other than owner and property... That was the way the contracts worked.

"Samuel, whatever is the matter?" his mother had said when she walked through the door. She expected to see the usual state of squalor that she had seen for the past three months: stacks of beer cans lining the furniture, papers haphazardly thrown about the room, the kitchen worktops a breeding ground for germs... But, that day, she didn't.

"I have receieved a letter from TPU saying that I can attend part time classes for English Lit alongside working at the bank," he explained as she picked up his son and cleaned off the remnants of his milk bottle from his upper lip. "I just don't know... I mean, it's not fair to leave Stephen with you all week, pretty much, but this is what I have wanted to do forever."

His mother hesitated, not knowing whether she should indulge her son in his dreams or tell him to grow up and work between spending time with the only family he had.

"I, we, can take him when you have to work, Samuel, but we cannot have a baby for six days a week; we passed that stage a long time ago and we can't go back," she compromised, agreeing to have him three days of the six he would need.

I guess that means uni is off... Unless... Amelie...

"That's great, Mum, thanks," he said with a smile, moving to give her a hug. "I'll find a babysitter for when I go for class because, well, I have to do this. It's what I always wanted before... Before everything, but I need to do it," he finished, not wanting to make his Mum feel guilty for only having his son half of what he had wanted but simply explaining why he had to do this.

She smiled at him and set Stephen back down in his crib. "Well done, sweetie, we're proud of you," she told him as she gathered her bag, the flying visit almost over already. "We're here for you and Stephen, you know that... Just be careful when you step outside because that dratted next door neighbour is waiting to throw her unneeded help into the equation," she smiled grimly at the mention of the busybody neighbour...

"Thanks Mum; I'll see you later," Sam replied, opening the door for her. "I'll call you when I know when I'm going back to work, ok?"

She nodded and he shut the door quietly behind her, so that the now once again quiet baby had no excuse for crying. He picked up the phone once again and dialled his work, finding out that he was to work Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays starting next week, since it was already Wednesday.

The only thing he had left to do was ring Hannah Smith and explain that he wanted to come Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday... Oh, and he had to call Amelie and ask to take her up on her offer to babysit his son when he was at university - that was an important one.

"Is this Hannah Smith?" he asked, as a female voice answered the phone. "My name is Sam Glass and I was ringing to accept the offer outlined in the letter I was sent."

"Certainly, if you could confirm which days you would like to attend, we have no problem with you starting next week - I shall print you your timetable and have it sent over shortly," she said, promptly and businesslike.

"Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, if that is possible," he crossed his fingers that he would be able to attend then - the bank needed him the other days, so if there was a problem then he would have to choose between them.

"Certainly, there is no problem with that," she replied, much to his relief. "Welcome to Texas Prairie University, Mr Glass!"

He said goodbye and hung up the phone, pondering what to say to Amelie. Did he tell her over the phone, or did he invite her over? Something told him that the etiquette she seemed to enjoy so would say that he ought to invite her over and formally accept her offer of help in person.

"Amelie?" he said into the reciever as a sleepy sounding voice answered the phone. "If you would like, do you want to come over later today?"

"Yes," came her simple answer, sleep already cleared from her voice. "Would 6pm suffice?"

"6 would be great," he confessed, knowing that he had to tidy up at least a little more before the Founder came over, expected.

"See you then, Samuel," she replied before hanging up. He smiled as he processed the fact that she wanted to come over... Maybe tonight, they could... Talk...?

But the memory of his wife hits him then.

What have I just done?


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