Trading Heartbeats

Chapter 12 - Hazel Eyes

Wrapping themselves in each other's arms as they laid on the bed, Sonelle and Kofi soundly drifted off to sleep. Both had agreed, it had been a long day … and an even more eventful night.

Amelia awoke with a shudder, feeling both startled and relieved. She had been relieved at the fact that her major headache that she had felt previously had now disappeared and at the fact that what she had just witnessed had been a dream … and solely a dream; however, the new thought that had occupied her mind startled her. Who had that man that she'd lain on top of? As she had begun to take her surroundings into account, she'd noticed that she had lain on the bed she had once before been familiar with.

As she pulled herself into a sitting position, she glanced around the room for any trace of Cody; however, as she was quick to realize, there was none. Sliding out of the bed, she paced herself toward the door. "Cody," she called out. No response followed. She raised one eyebrow and walked cautiously down the flight of stairs. "Cody," she tried calling out once more. Again, no response came. Stepping into the kitchen, she'd found a note left on top of the kitchen counter. Picking it up, she read it silently.

Amelia,

I'm so sorry, but my dad needed me. I'll be back at the house as soon as I can be. I've left you an extra set of keys on top of the kitchen cabinet in case of any emergency. Will call later.

Cody

As Amelia re-read the note once more, she glanced up at the clock which read 9:30am. Had she really slept that long? Heaving a small sigh, Amelia placed the note back where she had found it and mindlessly walked herself into the T.V. room. Seating herself on the couch, she'd stared out the window which was placed beside the T.V. set. In the silence of this moment, she'd decided to further analyze her dream. In her first dream, she'd seen a pair of hazel brown eyes that she was absolutely certain she'd seen before. That could be anyone, she thought.

She shook her head clearing away that dead-ended track. In her second dream, she'd seen herself naked on top of another man. Although the face of this man remained a mystery to her, she assured herself that it hadn't been Cody, and this thought pained her. Obviously this dream had been nothing but a dream, but she couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt. Of course this dream bothered her, but how was she to tell Cody this - if he were to ask what was wrong. Her thoughts drifted back to the man she'd seen herself atop of. Something about him had seemed familiar as well. Whether or not this man had been connected with that of the hazel eyes, Amelia was uncertain, but she had a strange feeling they were.

Suddenly, the song Lovefurypassionenergy by Boy Hits Car had resounded throughout the house. Amelia gave a slight jump as the sound had disrupted her thoughts and put an end to the comforting silence. Rising from her seat on the couch, she hastily climbed back upstairs and scanned the room for her phone. Finally, she spotted it under the bed. Diving for it, she quickly picked it up. "Hello," she stated in a rather question-like fashion.

"Good morning," a male voice stated over the phone. Amelia smiled once recognizing it had been Cody.

"Morning," she replied. Cody chuckled on the other end of his phone. Amelia could hear soft murmurs in the background.

"Listen. I don't know if I'll be able to make it home for lunch, babe. My dad and I are running around the place like crazy right now searching for some things that he needs." Amelia giggled a bit as she pictured the legend Dusty Rhodes and up-and-coming superstar Cody Rhodes - father and son - gliding through supermarkets causing heads to turn.

"Oh, that's alright. I'll just call one of the girls and maybe we could go to lunch."

"Alright then, love. I'll see you later tonight." A slight smirk spread across Amelia's face.

"Definitely," she stated ending the conversation then and there. After a low chuckle from Cody and a hasty goodbye made by the two, each of them had hung up. Amelia glanced at the clock once more which read 9:39am. At least one of her friends had to be up by now. Amelia dialled Brittany's number and pressed the phone to her ear. It rang and rang several times, but no one had picked up. She tried once more and got the same response. Strange …

As Amelia had pressed six of the seven digits to Khaila's number, she rethought. Perhaps calling Khaila this soon wouldn't be such a wise move. Finally, she dialled Sonelle's number. Thankfully, she'd picked up. "Hello," Sonelle asked.

"Hey, it's Amelia. I was just wondering if you'd want to go out for lunch or something," Amelia asked in return. Sonelle had murmured something to someone in her background before speaking into the phone once more.

"Sure," she paused before stating, "or how about you just come over here and we order something?" Amelia smiled as she reminisced on her high school days with her friends; during the summers, they had done this at least three times a week.

"Okay. What time do you want me over there?"

"Is 11:00 ok?" Amelia gave a quick glance at the clock which now read 9:42am. She had ample time to get dressed and shower.

"Definitely. I'll see you in a bit then." As Sonelle muttered a slight 'mhm' in response to Amelia's statement. The two bed goodbye and hung up. Letting her phone slip through her hands and onto the bed, Amelia lifted herself off the bed and planted her feet on the ground making her way to the bathroom. She quickly stripped down and showered before changing into faded blue skinny jeans which was fastened with a black belt, a crème button down shirt and a pair of white ballet flats. Giving her hair nothing more than a quick tussle, she grabbed up her phone and wallet while checking the amount of time she'd had. She'd spent nearly an hour in the shower leaving the time to fix itself at 10:30am.

As Amelia made her way downstairs, she climbed up on the counter - trying her hardest not to slip and fall - and reached up on top of the kitchen cabinet feeling around for the keys. As she'd found them, she quickly stowed them in her pocket. Just as she had about to brace herself for the leap off, her foot slipped and Amelia tumbled backwards. Thankfully, she'd caught herself before completely landing flat on her back. Giving a slight sigh of relief, she rung up a taxi service that she'd found scribbled on the back of the note Cody had left her. Once requesting that the taxi pick her up from her current location and being reassured from the cab driver that it would take no longer than 15 minutes to get there, Amelia waited outside on the porch.

Seating herself on the steps of the porch, she hugged her knees staring out at the trees that harboured the mansion-like estate. With a smile on her face, she remembered Cody's words the night he'd brought her here.

"It's yours," he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His whisper had sent a shiver up and down her spine.

"Mine," she asked just as hushed. She saw Cody's head nod as his lips grazed her jaw bone then her neck.

"Ours," he breathed along her neck.

She hadn't known exactly what Cody meant by 'ours' - whether he meant, Amelia had a place there whenever she were to visit Georgia or she would live in this house with him for as long as they pleased - she merely enjoyed the feeling of being able to call the estate and Cody 'hers'. Just then, two beeps had been heard. As Amelia craned her neck to see past the gate, she realized the cab had come. Racing over to the gate, she quickly unlocked it and locked it back after stepping through it. Sliding into the cab, she gave him the directions to the hotel. The cab driver gave an understanding nod and they were on their way.

Figuring they wouldn't be reaching Atlanta for another 40 minutes, Amelia gazed out the window allowing her mind to drift …

Brittany awoke to the sound of her phone's muffled ringing. As she slid herself out of bed, she reached for the pockets of her jeans that had been thrown onto the floor. Prying her phone from the clutches of her pockets, she'd realized whoever it was that had been calling had stopped. Shrugging off the missed call, she placed her phone on the bedside table before crawling back onto bed.

Just as she'd settled herself under the sheets once more, she watched as Justin rolled over onto his back and looked in her direction. Brittany giggled as she saw the outcome of last night's event take a toll on Justin's hair. It had become a complete mess - not that she minded. "Morning," his 'morning voice' whispered to her. Brittany smiled softly.

"Morning," she hoarsely whispered back. Justin smiled and moved a bit closer to her giving her a gentle peck on the cheek. Brittany giggled once more. Suddenly, Justin had rolled on top of her just as he'd done last night. "What are you doing," she asked as she ran her fingers through his thick brunette hair. Justin smirked seeming to enjoy that.

"I would think it'd be obvious," he stated still possessing that ever-sly smirk. Brittany couldn't help but smirk back. As his lips crashed against hers, Justin's fingers had tangled themselves in her hair. Brittany's hands placed themselves on his shoulders. His lips had slipped from her lips and had begun to kiss along her jaw line. Brittany's eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed every bit of this moment. Nothing would interrupt them … except … Brittany's ring tone had loudly rung out resonating throughout the bedroom. Justin had broken his kiss as he looked at it.

Brittany glanced up at him unsure of whether or not to get it. Justin replied with a slight smirk, his lips crashing onto hers once more. That had been an answer enough for her. Placing her hands on his shoulders once more, Brittany allowed her phone to ring while she and Justin recreated last night's episode.

"Ma'am," the cab driver repeated. Amelia jumped a bit coming back into reality. She'd once again been thinking about her recent dream. "You've arrived," the man clarified. Amelia muttered a slight 'oh' and compensated the driver before stepping out of the car.

As she stepped into the elevator, a man had seemed to step in as well. Amelia hadn't noticed that there had been another person in the elevator with her until it had stopped at the fifth floor. She looked around curiously before finally recognizing the presence of the man that had been standing in the elevator with her. He was tall, brunette, well-built and seemingly around his early 20s; however, none of these things had come into comparison to what Amelia had noticed primarily. As Amelia gave the man a courteous smile before he left, he looked in her direction his hazel brown eyes staring into hers as he returned the courtesy.