Chapter 2: Beginnings of a Friendship and a Stew

A/N: YAY, I got two reviews. I was really encouraged by these reviews by this one person to. So, I dedicate this chapter to Phantom'sFan01. You get to hug Erik!

Erik: I never agreed to that.

A/N: I do not care, I may make you have a bad ending if you don't hug her.

Erik: *groans* Fine… *Hugs Phantom'sFan01*

A/N: Was that so bad?

Erik: *groans*

A/N: Anyways, I do not own le fantôme de l'opéra or any of its characters. Bye!

Erik's POV

I watch this young girl volunteer to do my box and I started to wonder " why isn't she scared?"

I see her heading to my box with cleaning supplies. She dusts around a bit and I decided to take my leave. I went up into the rafters to watch how the rest of the ballet rats were doing.

Madame Giry was lecturing one of the rats on how she needed to get her mind out of the clouds. The rest of the rats seemed to be alright.

In the corner of my eye I see Boquet looking through one of the holes to spy of the ballet rats. I grumble to myself, " one day I'm going to kill him." I look over at box five, where the girl suddenly picks up the chair that I usually sit in.

I, believing she was going to do something horrible to it, followed her to her room. There she starts to replace the chair's fabric with some fabric she had. It wasn't cheap fabric either.

" Why would she do this, none of the other maids really did this well of a job." I watch her being careful with each stitch, so that it is precise.

I went quickly outside and, found a dark pink rose. I knew what it meant and it meant gratitude. " Maybe, this will be enough thanks, for her hard work."

I went back into the box and placed it on the table. I hid in the shadows and waited for her to come back. As she sets the chair down, I see her look at the rose and she smiled.

I watch her leave my box and I presume she went to her room with the rose in hand. I went back down under the opera house and tried to compose. But, I couldn't stop thinking about that little maid girl who cleaned my box.

Amelia's POV

As I went into my room I looked through all the drawers and finally found the vase that mother gave to me. I ran into the kitchen and found fresh water on the counter.

I poured some of the water in the vase. I went back into my room, found the scissors and cut the bottom of the stem. I placed the rose inside the vase and put it on my vanity.

" Perfect" I thought. Then I heard Carlotta yelling " my dress is ruined." I quickly ran over to where I heard her yelling. As I ran in there, I see that the side of her dress has been ripped.

" Fire that seamstress, she did not make it strong enough" she cried. " I really liked this dress too" she whined.

I grabbed my notebook and quickly wrote down to the managers ( who were panicking). " If you do not mind, I can fix the primadonna's dress, if it will please her?"

They look over at Carlotta who was fake crying and asked her " would you like someone to fix your dress?''

She looks at them and sneers " of course I do, but, if I can pull it out then who ever sewed it will be fired!"

I gulped, " maybe this was a bad idea". I quickly grabbed some thread that matched the color of her dress and started to sew.

As I sewed she kept looking at me but, I never made any eye contact. She tapped impatiently with her foot. After fifteen minutes I was done.

She looks at her skirt and she says, " I can barely see the thread she used, but lets see if it will hold up." She starts to pull on the tread and after five minutes still nothing happened.

She stares at me, and then turns to her managers and demanded, " I want her as my seamstress." I looked at her shocked and so does the others. " Really, you want a maid girl to be your seamstress?" Asked the managers.

" Yes, I do because, with her sewing skills, I won't have to be as careful with my dresses like before." She looked at me and smiled, then said, " you do know how to make clothes?"

I nod my head and she grinned even more. " Well then, everyone else leave, I need to talk to my seamstress alone" she yelled.

They all scurry out of the room and then she asked me, " can you speak?'' I looked at her and wrote, " I don't anymore because I made a vow for my mother." She looks at me strangely, then says, " okay then, why don't we discuss the costumes I am going to wear."

I smile at her and brought out my sketch book and show her a couple of my drawing. She looked over at them, and was shocked. " They are very beautiful" she said quietly. I blushed bright red and she looks over at me and laughs.

For the next couple of hours we looked at fabrics, colors and other things. I smiled finally knowing better of this person who is called the primadonna.

*Four Hours Later*

I look at the primadonna after we had discussed about which dresses she will wear for the coming up operas. " I am really tired, thank you for volunteering to make my dresses for me" I heard her say. I smiled at her and wrote, " you're welcome, would you like me to leave so you can get your rest?"

She reads it and nods at me. I quickly leave the room, and I encounter Madame Giry. " So how was dealing with Carlotta?" she whispered. I quickly wrote down " Not bad at all, I actually had quite fun discussing what she will wear."

She looks at me in shocked and says " for once Carlotta was tolerable?" I giggled and nodded. She sighs and asked, " well can you still cook, because your cooking is amazing".

I smiled and nodded. She smiles at me and left to go check on the girls. I put my apron on and started to cook one of my oldest and best recipes, beef stew.

I quickly walked into my room and grabbed my recipe book. I always knew my recipes but I like to add stuff just incase I want to change something about the recipe. After I grabbed my cloak and went back to the kitchen to grab a basket. I see that there was lots of vegetables, fruits, meats, flour and everything I would need.

" I guess I'll have to include this in my letter." As I prepare the food to cook I think of what my mother told me as a child.

*Flashback Start*

"Amelia, everything in this world can be made into a kind of art." My mother said to me one day "Everything," I asked. " Yes everything, imagine the world as a art canvas there are many different styles, colors and textures you can use but, the thing is, only you can choose them."

*Flashback End*

After putting the rest of the things in the pot. I put it on low so that it simmers and the flavors develop. After that I sit down on the chair tired and hot. I grabbed a glass of water and drank it a little at a time. I went to my room and grabbed the letter, and I started to write. It took about fifteen minutes for me to write it. After I was done I grabbed a peppermint candy and headed towards box five.

There I left the letter and a peppermint candy there and left to go check on the stew.

A/N: Well how was this chapter. This time she had a lot more dialogue and Erik was in it.