I know I wrote a paragraph about how I had given up on this story but for some reason thoughts and ideas about how to continue this story would not leave me alone, haunting me! So for that reason I have decided to revive Amelle and her deep, dark secrets for you all!

Dinner was a drag. Conversation with Bella and Charlie drained the life out of Amelle. Surely they couldn't really be this boring. Basic conversations.; 'How was your day,' 'T'was okay,' 'that's good.' Seriously? Who died around here? Why was everyone so depressed? Amelle didn't even finish her food, frozen chips and store-bought pizza was hardly a healthy meal, it also showed Charlie had very little interest in her, and Bella for that matter, anyone can throw frozen food in the oven. A real man can cook. Amelle thought it was sexy if a man could cook, she dreamed that her future husband would cook for her and hang on her every word. She knew she was a big dreamer but she felt that she had everything it took to achieve her dreams.

The conversation didn't fair that much better when the girls returned upstairs either. Bella read a book, Wuthering Heights, how boring thought Amelle. She read it once for an English essay and was actually disgusted by the way Heathcliff and Cathy acted. She was nothing short of a whore and he was a creep, why would anyone in their right mind open a coffin just to see the remains of their once loved one? Weirdo!

'No offence Bella but that book is so boring!'

'No it is not! I love the emotional bond and love Heathcliff and Catherine share, is beautiful'

'You're joking right? He is a creepy, obsessive tramp and she is just a rather rich slut.' Bella didn't even bother looking at Amelle.

'You are obviously missing the point of the story and clearly haven't been intensely in love then.'

'Are you patronizing me?' Amelle stared at Bella, anger forming from the pit of her stomach.

'What? No!'

'You better not be. You're only one year older than me and if you seriously think you are intensely in love with this Eddie character then you are more immature than me and need to wake up and smell the coffee.' Bella dropped the book.

'His name is Edward, and now who is being patronizing?'

'Hardly Bella. It's called being honest, and ooh sorry I gave him a nickname, next time you see this Edwardo pass on my apologises.'

'It is Edward. Why are you being like this Mel?'

'It is Amelle.' Both girls' eyes were locked in each others. Silence for a moment. The heartbeats of one or maybe even both girls could be heard, fast beating.

'You know what, whatever, I'm over this.' Bella picked up her book and stormed out of the room.

Amelle lay back on the bed. Had she gone to far? She knew that in the past she had a tendency to get wound up far too easily and caused arguments over the littlest things. One of her known flaws was that she couldn't bite her tongue and always had to have the last word.

'Grow up!' she shouted as she sat up. She opened the window and hoped to let some of the tension from the confrontation fly out of the window.

Amelle turned the knob on the shower, she rested it at number 4, the colour next to it was orange, in the middle of red and blue, she assumed this meant the water would be somewhat warm. She left the water running as she undressed and checked herself in the mirror. For reasons unknown to her the boy from the hallway popped into her mind. His beauty was mesmerising. His eyes and lips were to die for. Stepping in the shower the thoughts of him continued. Who was he? Why did he not speak to her earlier? Why was he staring at her? Amelle decided then it would become a mission of hers while she was in this boring town to find out this boys identity and maybe even strike up some form or friendship with him, hopefully even more! She imagined he would be somewhat of a rough lover. Satisfying her needs as well as his own. She imagined his lips connecting with hers and her stomach turned rapidly. The shampoo ran from her hair down her naked body, she closed her eyes and imagine his hand running down her body, she then thought of his tongue doing it. She had to stop herself before she started to get too excited. She emerged 20 minutes later and took the navy towel and began drying her hair. Another dark and dull colour, seriously what was with these people. Depressed bunch of freaks she thought as she left the bathroom.

Entering the spare room which was hers for the duration of her stay Amelle thought of Bella and her earlier argument with her. She decided she was going to be the bigger and mature person and apologise and set everything straight. Who is the older one now? She thought. After slipping on a pair of grey, tiny hotpants and a white vest, Amelle decided that was enough of her covered and she was now ready to go and apologised to the grumpy girl who slept in the room next to hers.

She walked up to the door and knocked. Silence. 'Bella, it's me.' Silence again. 'Come on Bell, I'm here to apologise.' Once again silence. 'You know what Bella, screw you. You sour-faced cow.' Amelle slapped the door and turned the walk away when she heard Bella clear her throat. For some reason this enraged her and Amelle turned back and stormed at the door, luckily she managed to push it open before going right through it. Amelle stopped in complete shock. There was no Bella in this room. There sat right in front of her though was the boy from the corridor earlier. Bella blinked and when her eyes opened again the boy was gone. What the hell? She thought. Have I gone mad, maybe that is why everyone in this town is so depressed. They are all mad! Amelle sat down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Something wasn't right here, surely she couldn't have imagined that boy, but how on earth would be get in and out of the house? What the hell is wrong with this place? What have I let myself in for?