"Arthur, I don't know what to say, other than…AMELIA! GUESS WHO JUST FOUND LOVE!"

Arthur tensed "Trixie, may be we should wait and ease Amelia into it. It may be rather shocking for her to learn her teacher is marrying—-."

Amelia was already down the stairs in her long blue silk nightgown. It dragged on the floor which was a shame since her mother had dropped cigarette butts. "What did you say mother?"

"Me and my new fiancé are gettin' married! Isn't that great!?" she was dangling him in front of her, she knew she couldn't do anything about it.

Amelia felt her chest begin to tighten, it was hopeless she thought. Her life was over, the only love she ever felt was being torn from her just as everything was with her mother.

She looked away from her devilish smirking mother and to her teacher who wore no expression. "Is this true?" she whispered. Arthur sighed and nodded. Eyes growing wide as Amelia's heart broke. She turned and began to walk the stairs back up to her room. "I'm…glad you two found happiness. I look forward to the wedding." she said before dashing up to the attic. She kept her composer until she reached the door to which she burst threw and fell on her bed, sobbing.

"I don't get it…why does she get everything she wants and I get nothing. I've loved him, actually loved him since the day we met. She just wants him for show and his money. I don't want to be alone anymore."

"Amelia wait!" he called as she dashed up the stairs. Trixie pulled him down into a revolting kiss before he could chase after her. "So hubby, shall we consummate the marriage tonight? How about right here and now on this couch?"

Arthur immediately got up from the couch in absolute disgust. "Or may be we shouldn't." he backed away sheepishly.

"Why ever not?" she asked.

"Weeelll because…." he had to pick up on something quickly. "B-because…well I mean we aren't even married yet! I'm a very religious person and refuse the idea of having sex before marriage." he lied. Trixie didn't like the sound of it. She was never too big into the not having sex thing.

"Well then lets elope immediately! I'm horny already and I need dick in me tonight!"

Arthur didn't realize what he had gotten himself into. "Well, don't you want your friends and family to be there? A scheduled wedding is much better don't you think?"

"Nah! My friends don't care, and the rest of my family is bullshit. Come on, lets go now!" she was getting impatient.

"Well…okay." now that he thought about it, Amelia wouldn't have to see them marry and kiss if they eloped so he did prefer it this way.

"AMELIA! WE'RE RUNNING TO THE CHAPEL OF LOVE IN DOWN TOWN!" she screeched to her daughter before dragging her new fiancé out the door.

"Fine you witch. I don't care." she sobbed to herself. "You will never be what Mr. Kirkland deserves. Not even when your dead…"

A few hours passed with Amelia sulking in her room and the unfortunate wedding taking place in the cheapest vegas-wannabe chapel in the area. Arthur regretfully saying 'I do' and almost barfing from the kiss.

The newly-weds burst through the front door, Trixie dragging her new husband behind her.

"Now hubby, lets go to bed if you know what I mean. I've been begging to have you inside me the whole ceremony."

"Yea, I know, you kept licking your lips and the priest had to ask you to stop because you were dripping saliva on the floor."

"Baby, that wasn't the only clear liquid dripping on the floor, if you know what I mean." She cackled at her joke as they reached the master bedroom and pushed a disgusted Brit inside.

Trixie tackled him to the bed and pulled him up over her. "Since you've never done this, I'll be happy to teach you."

Arthur didn't know what to do, he couldn't have sex with Amelia's mother! He couldn't pull off a stunt like that, not even drunk. The Brit was running out of time though. There was one way out of this situation and he had to use it.

"Trixie, look there is something I've been needing to tell you…"

Amelia was fast asleep after her breakdown in her room until she heard a bellowing scream. She ran downstairs to the master bedroom to see her mother throwing shoes and whiskey bottles which shattered against the wall. She was screaming at Arthur.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKING VIRGIN PRICK! GET OUT! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!"

"What's going on? Did something happen?" Amelia asked.

Arthur pushed Amelia out of the way of another bourbon bottle. "Well, I told your mother that I was, well…—." "IMPOTENT JACK WAGON! I WOULD HAVE NEVER MARRIED YOU IF I HAD KNOWN YOU SORRY SACK OF WEASEL SHIT! CAN'T EVEN GET YOUR OWN DICK HARD BASTARD!"

Amelia had enough of her mother yelling at Mr. Kirkland. "Don't say those terrible things to Arthur! You shouldn't love a person for the sex anyway."

The screaming stopped as her mother emerged from the shadows. "How dare you speak to me in that manner!" Trixie slapped her across the face, hard. She went down into Arthur's arms. He held her close as to protect his goddess. "I know my rights! I can marry whatever man I want for whatever reason I want! I'm going out! I need a drink after that news…" she slammed the down behind her so hard the pictures fell off the walls.

"Amelia, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, but what about you? She didn't hit you with any glass?"

"Ha, in school I was the master at dodge ball, but only the actually dodging part."

Amelia chuckled a little. "Well, you can stay in my room tonight if you wish." Arthur blushed at this offer. Staying with Amelia, in her room? She could show him all her different lingerie.

"That would be wonderful, thank you."

Amelia lead him up to the attic and welcomed him in to the large room. "This is where you stay?"

Amelia shrugged. "Yea, I don't like to hear my mom having sex orgies with her friends and the noise she makes when she's drunk. When I stay up here she often forgets I exist, its survival of the fittest in this house."

"I see."

"You can take the bed, I'll take the floor." Amelia started to crouch down but was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"I can't let you do that. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a young lady such as yourself take the hard floor. No, you can have the bed."

Amelia was about to interject but reframed and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." she said before settling in the covers.

Arthur's cheeks burned bright. He could even feel his nether regions begin to harden despite claiming to be impotent.

"Will you read to me tonight? One last time?" Amelia asked in her cute ways.

Arthur couldn't help it, she was worth anything. "What book tonight?" he asked

"Lolita." she had already read it but in his accent it was much sexier.

Arthur raised an eyebrow. He was thinking how ironic it was to be in a situation similar to the book's.

"Well okay, if thats really what you wish." He searched through a bookcase until he pulled out a dusty book, took a seat on the side of Amelia's bed and lit the oil lamp.

"Lolita, a light in my life, the daughter of my wife. My friend, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: a slippery trip for the tip of my tongue, tough and rewarding, like our friendship, and fun to say, even in anger…" Arthur continued until Amelia fell asleep beside him.

"Goodnight my goddess." Arthur set the book down on the side table and kissed Amelia's cheek carefully not to wake her. Yet she shifted and grasped onto Arthur's hand.

The Brit blushed at the touch and decided to not let go. Instead he slumped down to the floor beside the bed and rested his head on his other arm that was on cushioned in the bed. He took one last look at Amelia's hand in his before drifting off to sleep.

SO I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS OUT ASAP. I DIDN'T WANT YA'LL MAKE ASSUMPTIONS THAT I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA HAVE ARTHUR FUCK AMELIA'S BITCH MOTHER. NO NO NO...I'M NOT THAT EVIL. THE NEXT ONE WON'T BE POSTED SO SOON AS TOMORROW. I HAVE TO WORK A DOUBLE SHIFT TOMORROW SO I WILL HAVE NO TIME, SORRY. BUT I WILL POST IT OUT BY THE END ON THE WEEK, SO REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE NEW UPDATE. AND THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO ENCOURAGE ME. I REALLY NEEDED IT TODAY.