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"Delivery for Matthew Williams?" Amelia uttered in a deadpan manner, holding the parcel out with one hand.

"Yeah, that's me. What do you want me to with it...?" Matthew replied brightly, barely able to hold in his excitement.

"It would be great if you could just sign your name on this form and get this all done with."

She held up a pen and paper with her other hand, taking a slight step closer to the doorway to avoid the cold.

"But if I do that, you're going to leave right away."

"That's the idea."

Matthew swallowed and averted his eyes from Amelia's face out of fear that it would come across as creepy. He looked down at the ground, hoping it would suffice.

"I'm pretty sure I saw you in my dreams a couple of times. How did you do that?"

Amelia shrugged. "Oh, I know of a few subspace highways here and there. One just happened to run through your mind."

Matthew had never heard of such a thing as subspace and as it sounded like something from a science fiction novel, he felt he needed to find out.

"Subspace? What's that?"

"They don't teach you about it in your schools?" Amelia said in surprise. "No wonder it's so empty here..."

She then lapsed into a brief explanation of what it was and how it functioned, which left Matthew gaping in awe.

"Wow, that's amazing. So, can we hang out together sometime? I could show you around, since I've pretty much lived here all my life..."

"Fine. How about you sign your name and I think about it? Is that a deal?"

"Deal."

Matthew grabbed the form and pen from her and signed his name in less than a second, before tossing it behind him so that it landed in the trash bin.

"So is eight o'clock tonight fine with you?"

"Yeah, it is." Amelia answered after a long pause.

Amelia waited atop the flight of stairs that lead up to the local playground and wondered why Matthew had stopped halfway up on his way toward her.

"Aren't you going to come and join me?" She called out to him. He looked up at her and smiled shyly, something that she already observed him to do a lot.

"Sorry, I thought you were trying to strike a cool pose. I didn't want to interrupt."

"You're weird."

"I guess I am..." Matthew whispered as he climbed the steps to reach her side.

They walked through the snowy park together in silence until Matthew asked her a personal question.

"So what made you want to come here?"

"I don't know. I guess I wanted to be somewhere different from New York and get away from my lousy past. This city just seemed like a nice choice. It's so chilled here, you know?"

"Yeah, it definitely is." Matthew agreed, looking at the snow surrounding them.

"What about you? What do you do?" She asked him as they approached a pair of swings.

"I'm between jobs." He tried to sound casual while putting his hand around a chain, knowing the bad impression he would make if he told her that he was unemployed.

He sat down on one of the swings and she soon did the same. They swung themselves higher and higher until both their pairs of legs were too tired to kick any higher, at which they leaped off the swings and left them swaying gently in the air.

"I'm not the only one who can't stand winter nights for too long, am I?" Amelia chattered, rubbing her arms and shoulders to try to stay warm. "I think we should go indoors or something."

"We can go to my place. I believe it's free tonight..." Matthew suggested, vaguely remembering Francis saying something about spending a night out.

"No need. I think I see a door."

"A door?"

"Over there." Amelia pointed to a single white one standing some yards away with a black star adorning it and with seemingly nothing behind it.

"Subspace?"

"Why don't we try it? Who knows, it might take us to my house..."

Without another word, she took him by the hand and they flew towards the now opened door, disappearing through the dark entrance.

"How many types have you got there?" Matthew asked as Amelia searched through a cupboard for some coffee for the two of them.

"Let's see. There's acorn, barley, black eye, blood sausage, brown sauce, butterscotch, chocolate, coke, corn, dandelion, eggnog, green eye, herbal, ice tea, red eye, red tie, soy, vanilla and...latte."

"Did you make some of those up?"

"I think I'll have a latte this time." She decided, taking a pretty brown sachet.

Two steaming mugs were on the table moments later and Amelia walked out of the room without explanation. Matthew watched her leave and waited a few minutes for her to return with no result.

He stood up from his chair and went through the corridor to investigate. He wandered past a mirror into a room that he guessed could only be her bedroom, only to shriek when he caught a glimpse of her slim waist as she changed in front of her wardrobe.

"Dude, I'm changing!"

She spun around just as he covered his eyes and smiled mischievously at his reaction. It had been a while since a guy had freaked out over seeing part of her naked. She figured he was obviously inexperienced and a little surprise was in order.

"You can look now." She spoke softly as she moved herself up against him.

Matthew took his hands off his face and was taken aback by the sight of her face so close to his.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't we be having coffee-"

His words were cut short when she raised herself up to give him a long kiss on the lips. It was a complete shock for him at first, he found himself enjoying it and relaxed, soon returning the favour as imaginary pink hearts began to float around them.

"Would you still like coffee?" She whispered once it was all over.

"Maybe not...I feel cold..."

The bed by the wall of Amelia's room suddenly looked rather tempting to him and he glanced once again at her waist, a scandalous thought entering his mind.

"This...this doesn't have to be a one night stand, does it?" Matthew said as they departed the house the following morning.

"Well, we can go steady from now on, if it's alright with you-"

"I'm fine with that."

"Anyway, here's my number. I have an event at the Rockit to go to tonight."

"That's actually where I'm playing with my band!"

"Really? See you there, then."

She thrust a slip of paper into his hand hurriedly and took off down the street on her skates.

Matthew eyed the number written in pen and wondered why there were seven letter exes underneath it, before tucking it into his coat pocket. He vowed to keep it safe and dry until he could enter it into the contacts list on his cellphone later.

The first evil ex should appear next chapter, so sorry if this story is moving too slowly.

On an unrelated note, I only realize now how quickly Scott and Ramona's relationship develops in the movie. It seems like only a few weeks.

I thought I would give some quick character summaries for this story, just to clarify things.

Matthew Williams: Recently graduated from university. Has been living with Francis for almost a year and is struggling to find a job.

Alfred F. Jones: Matthew's friend since middle school. They formed a band while they were at university.

Elizaveta Hedervary: She's of Hungarian descent (predictably). She reluctantly offered to be their drummer after nobody else wanted to take the position.

Emil Steilsson: A teenager who used to follow Matthew and Alfred around back when they were all in high school. He graduated recently and has moved in with them for the holidays before he heads off to college.

Francis Bonnefoy: Matthew's French cousin, who finished school ages ago. He's from a rich family and has a part time job as a restaurant cook.

Emma: One of Francis' old friends and a social butterfly who works at a cafe in her spare time.

Vicky/Victoria: A British expat who is currently juggling a handful of jobs to earn as much money as she can. She was Matthew's roommate for a short time back in university and also dated Alfred temporarily.