He smirked back, took out a marble and stretched back the slingshot, the marble in the pouch. He whispered in Amelia’s ear, “Be ready to run if need be, but I’m gonna try and nail this git in his fat arse.” He aimed at the guards enormous backside, and let it loose. The marble sailed forward and hit the target dead on. James and Amelia stifled their laughter as he danced around, his hands clamped down.
Amelia tossed her hand over her mouth, keeping herself quiet. She patted James on the back, “Oh, good aim!” She laughed a bit harder, watching the guard run around in circles, attempting to figure out where the marble had come from.
“Grey works as well,” they walked out and shut the door. They crept through the hallways, stopping at corners to check for guards. After awhile they came across a shadow thrown over the front doors of the castle. A guard was standing there smoking. A grin came over James’ face. “Watch this, you up for some mischief?” He unslung a bag that he had over his back that Amelia hadn’t noticed. He pulled out a slingshot, given to him by Mac, and a bag of marbles.
Amelia smiled, reaching for her grey crop top, and throwing it over. She grabbed her room key, tossing it into her back pocket. As they walked down the halls, Amelia kept her eyes open. She smirked as James’ spoke. “Oh, most definitely!”
“Ooo gin! Now!” Gavin gulped down the vodka again to make room for the amazingness that is gin. “I have yet to master that art,” Gavin said, grinning,” you should teach me” he held out his cup like a toddler with a sippy cup, “More please.” he said
Amelia laughed, uncapping the other bottle, and pouring it into his glass. She smirked, “Show me the best you’ve got, first.” She knew Gavin could flirt. So well, that it resulted in him getting slapped. She poured herself another glass, leaning against the counter. “And, I’ll give you pointers after.”
Gavin grinned at her and held up his cup. “Cheers mate!” he tossed it back, only regretting doing so slightly as the burning sensation in his throat brought tears to his eyes. “Wow,” he said, “I forgot how crap vodka is.” The burning gave way to a slight tingle that tickled his throat. “How’d you even find this?” he asked, “The most I could scavenge was a few beers.” Thoughts of Mason flashed through his head and he held out his cup so Amelia would pour some more. Mason was always in his head. Hopefully the vodka would solve that problem.
"Well!" Amelia started, jogging over towards her bag, "I also brought Gin, and Whiskey. Whatever tickles your fancy!" She grinned, placing the bottles on his counter. "I have my ways. You may not know this, but us females have the ability to flirt our way out of anything." She laughed softly, tossing back her cup, before pouring each of them more.
He chuckled, “We don’t want to get spotted do we?” He eyed Amelia’s white shirt, “Your pants work but you might want to change that shirt. I can wait.” He leaned against her doorframe and smiled a cocky grin. He and Amelia hadnt felt any awkwardness after their night together, and they both knew it wouldnt happen again. It just made them close friends.
Amelia nodded her head, running to her room, and grabbing a blank tank top. She threw it over, reaching for a black zip-up as well. “All black?” She asked, “or, can I get away with dark grey?”
Gavin crossed the room and opened the door at the sound of the knock. He smiled as he saw the little English girl with a bottle of what looked like heaven. “Aw shucks,” he said, immediately applying his accent. “Just what I needed! Get the fuck inside.” He grinned at her. Gavin needed to get drunk in a bad way. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside, closing the door behind him. He went to his desk and opened the drawer, procuring two plastic cups from within. “Pour,” he commanded as he held out the cup.
'No hello hug?” She smirked, making a small, happy noise as he pulled her inside. Amelia laughed, setting her bag on his couch. She wasn't sure what Gavin drank, if at all, so to see him so excited definitely calmed her down. “Plastic cups, huh farmer? I see we're drinking in style!” She teased, untwisting the cap and pouring about half a glass for each of them. “Cheers!”
James crept out of his room and down the hall to Amelia’s door. He was dressed in black because they would be sneaking through the castle and the grounds. James looked awesome still, he knocked softly on Amelia’s door and waited for her to answer. Remaining alert for any sounds of those tosser guards
Amelia crept to her door, smiling as she saw James. “Sup, mate?” She asked, leaning against the door frame. Her eyes ran down James’ body. “Are we robbing a bank today, or?”
Amelia pocketed her room key, locking the door behind her, and heading down the hall. She hadn’t seen Gavin in some time, so decided to surprise him. She hadn’t been to his room before, but had a general idea of where it was. She knocked on his door, a welcoming smile across her lips as he opened the door. “Hello!” She said, extending her arm, a bottle of vodka in her hand. “I brought you a gift, farmer!”
Gavin took hold of the rope that rested on the horn of his saddle and gave it a little jerk. The horse whinnied with discomfort. “The fuck?” he said, kicking the horse at the same time. The horse lurched forward a little bit and stopped. “Ya I can’t do this…” Gavin said, looking up at Amelia helplessly.
"I have faith in you, mate!" She smiled warmly. "Besides! Won’t it feel good to know you can cross ‘Riding a horse’ off your bucket list?" Amelia took the reins in her hands, kicking the horse softly, moving him up towards Gavin’s horse.
”Fuck,” he muttered, a little nervous. He went over to a spotted one, and pet it’s side. It was already saddled, so he went over to the left side and put one foot in the stirrup. Pushing down with his left foot, he launched himself over the saddle and almost fell off the other side, but he managed to stay on. “Easy enough,” he said, laughing a bit. “What now?” he looked over at Amelia expectantly.
Amelia lifted herself on to her brown horse, petting right near its neck. She caught Gavin’s eye, “Hold the rains,” She said with a smile. “And, hit your foot against its side - that’s how you’ll get the horse to know you’re ready - whenever you are ready, that is.”
Amelia let out a small laugh, biting her lip, “Want to try the truth?” She said softly. “Because, if you don’t have a legit excuse, I’m going to find someone to pick you up and place you over that saddle.” She smirked.
“Fuck it,” Gavin said, snatching the helmet out of her hand. He shoved it on his head and glared at her. “What now,” he said, not a happy camper. He looked over at the horses, grimacing at their brown coats. “Do I have to saddle up or?”
Amelia giggled, smiling happily. She wasn’t too surprised that she got her way, but she was grateful it didn’t take as long as she thought it would. “Yes,” she replied, putting on her helmet. “Step in to the left foot rest, and pull yourself over.”
“OK umm..” Gavin screwed up his face, trying to think of an excuse. “I’m allergic to horse..” he said trailing off, not really believing it himself. “I got kicked as a child and now I scream whenever I see a horse.” he said, nodding his head. That sounded legitimate.
Amelia let out a small laugh, biting her lip, “Want to try the truth?” She said softly. “Because, if you don’t have a legit excuse, I’m going to find someone to pick you up and place you over that saddle.” She smirked.
“Oh….umm, ya I’m not doing that.” he said, running his hand through his head. He was a little afraid of horses, but he wasn’t gonna let Amelia know. “I’m in shorts, isn’t there some rule against that.” he said, grasping for any reason not to do this.
"I thought you country boys were suppose to be all tough and shit?" Amelia teased, crossing her arms over her chest. She smirked, shaking her head. "Nope. Try another excuse, mate."
“Where the fuck are we,” Gavin said, his accent dipping back into southern land, something that tended to happen whenever he wasn’t making a conscious effort to control it. He raised his eyebrow at Amelia, not really trusting her at the moment. Her giggles made him think that this was a diabolical plan or something.
"Patience, lad." She smiled, taking Gavin’s hand and leading him inside. There were fences in each of the small quads, along with a barn out in the distance. Amelia walked up to the small, one door building opening the door and walking to the desk. After a minute or two, she tossed Gavin a riding helmet. She smiled. "You said you’ve never been on a horse, right?"
“Oh shit, ya I forgot about that.” Gavin swallowed the last bite of his enchilada and stood up. “Let’s go!” he shouted, getting a couple of looks from the other 3 people in the cafeteria at the time.
Amelia giggled, grabbing her stuff and walking towards the door. They went down a small path, until they reached a wired fence. To the left was a gate. Amelia looked for the buzzer, ringing them in. It’s like the gated area of the caste, in like the back farm so they are still on the premises! Anyway! She smirked back at Gavin, motioning for him to come inside.
“No, you can have it, pudding is way better,” he said, trying to shake off the James thing. It’s not that James scared him or anything, he just didn’t like the idea of Amelia being friends with James. She was too awesome to get mixed up with him, and Gavin didn’t like the idea at all.
"Thank you, then." She smiled down at him, attempting to catch Gavin’s eye. She knew that James and him didn’t get along, and she really wasn’t trying to start something. Amelia was still in the dark about why they hated each other. "When you’re done scarfing down your meal, I still have a surprise for us."
Gavin looked up at her, all the humor draining from his face. “Stay away from that kid,” he said flatly, “he’s not a nice…”chap” he said, not smiling. His face still kind of hurt and the bruises had gotten to be a nice yellowish color. He forked his enchiladas around his plate, his appetite kind of gone.
Amelia bit her lip, “Oh.” she said softly. Her goal wasn’t to kill the mood, and from the look on his face, she knew better than to even consider bringing up that topic again. Amelia’s eyes ran over his face, taking in the small bruises that were still visible. “Do you want your cake back?” She asked, a small smile in her voice, as she attempted to change the topic.
Gavin stared at her, his jaw dropping. He made some food fall out of his mouth for added effect. “What,” he said, after recovering from the shock. He snatched the pudding cup away from her, and ate it all in one bite. “You don’t even deserve to look at it anymore. I’m seriously doubting the future of this friendship.” he smiled, not completely serious. “And to answer your question, it’s been a good 24 hours. I eat a lot, deal with it.” he said, taking a bite of the enchiladas just to drive the point home.
Amelia pouted, “Rude!” She exclaimed, a small smirk creeping through. Amelia giggled, reaching onto his plate and grabbing his chocolate cake. “I’ll take this then.” She replied, taking a bite of the moist cake. “Also, like you have any friends other than me. Oh, which reminds me.” She smirked again, “I met that James kid.”
Gavin ate the pudding first, and went on to the pasta, scarfing it down. He didn’t really recall the last time he ate and he was starving. “Eat the pudding cup,” he said, “your life will change forever.” Gavin wished he hadn’t eaten his so fast.
Amelia let out a soft laugh, cutting her pizza and taking a bite. “Shit,” she said with a smirk. “Have you eaten within the last forty-eight hours, Or…?” Amelia looked down at the cup. Why the hell not. She opened the plastic lid thing, reached for a spoon and took a bite. “Yuck!” She exclaimed, making a disgusted face. “That’s gross!”
“Aren’t I on like strike five at the moment,” Gavin asked, looking at the pudding. His eyes widened “Oh you poor, uncultured child, you.” he said, patting her on the head. He took her pudding cup and put it on his tray and walked away to find a table.
"Eh. New day, new record." She smirked, laughing as he grabbed her pudding. "Not a child!" Amelia called back to him, reaching for another and tossing it on her plate. She gave Gavin a quick ‘Thank you’ as he paid for their lunch, because he’s the guy and that’s what he’s suppose to do, as she followed him over to their table.
James led Amelia to this Stonehouse coffee shop that Scarlett had introduced him too a few weeks ago. It hadn’t seemed that long ago. James held open the door for her and let her inside then followed. They were greeted by the smells of different roasts and pastries. They stood there for a moment just breathing in the smell, “I’m reminded of home now.”
She looked up at him, smiling softly. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Amelia looked around the shop, inhaling the fresh roast of coffee - definitely one of her favourites. As much as she loved tea, coffee was much more of a daily necessity.
“Ok, I was bieng sarcastic about the gun thing, try and keep up,” Gavin said, smiling,” And are you crazy?! The whole ecosystem would collapse if we killed bees just because you happen to have a small, slightly fatal physical aversion to them.” He said sarcastically. He reached the end of the line and waited for her to finish picking out her foods.
"Strike one, farmer!" Amelia smiled, reaching for a slice of pizza. "Excuse me! Did you know! If any type of hideous, little flying yellow twat came in this room and stung me, I could be dead in a minute flat. Therefore, they should just be extinct!" She giggled, picking up a chocolate pudding cup. A confused look came across Amelia’s face. "Are these any good?" She asked.
Gavin shrugged, “Truth is, I’ve never held a gun, and I don’t see the benefit of killing animals for sport. In all actuality, that’s pretty sick. There has to be something psychologically wrong with you to enjoy taking another living things life. Except mosquitos. They deserve to die slow and painful deaths. But that’s just my opinion.” He moved his tray along, picking up random foods that didn’t really go together. The alfredo pasta was pushed up against the chocolate pie to make room for the enchiladas that he picked up next.
"So, what’s the point of owning a gun, if you’ve never shot it? Also, can we add bees to that list? Because, I’m allergic to those, and the earth should just be rid of all of them." She laughed, reaching for a banana and ddding her southern accent once again. "I mean, bees are the devil. Shoot ‘em all!"
They continued walking along just chit-chatting about this and that, they passed the time so quickly that by the time they walked out of the woods the sun was heading down over the treeline, “Wow sorry lass, I didnt remember the path being that long when I first explored it. Do you want to maybe get a cup of coffee? I know a good place to go.”
The path really was beautiful. Amelia studied the trees, the flowers, and was basically memorized by the entire view. She wasn’t much of an outdoor-y person, but when she was placed in such a beautiful place, it was hard not to be outstanding by nature. “Of course!” Amelia smiled, unlatching her arm from James’, “Lead the way!”
“Squirrels do not tsk tsk around. Do they even have squirrels in England?” Gavin asked.
“Well heck yes I own a gun,” Gavin said smirking, “That’s the dumbest question you have ever asked in your entire life. It’s like me asking you if you own a tea set” They walked into the food hall and Gavin let go of Amelia’s arm to get a tray.
Amelia punched Gavin’s shoulder, smirking up at him. She laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders. “Told you! And! They so do. They make a tsk-tsk sound…”
"Have you ever shot a person?" She asked curiously, sliding her tray down the ramp. "I assume you’ve killed animals and shit."
James let out a laugh, “As if we weren’t close enough a few nights ago.” He smirked, “I’m just looking out for my mate from across the pond.” They continued to walk, and James felt Amelia tense slightly as he mentioned last night. When he didnt pursue the topic she relaxed and they continued on their walk just chatting back and forth about any topic they could come up with.
Amelia forced a small smile as James brought up their evening together. She tensed a bit, nodding slightly. She, in all honesty, didn’t want to talk about that. It wasn’t any special. Hopefully James knew that as well… “Well, thanks, Mate.”
"Oh aye, it’s a bit of a wooded trail. You should keep your hand on my arm, the trail gets rough with roots and other annoying crap. Your shoes wont help you much there." He shot a glance down at the heels she was wearing. As they walked James was perfectly at ease with Amelia. He had a smile on his face and was happy to be spending the day with a new friend.
Amelia let out an embarrassed laugh, looking down at her heels. “I would have worn my boots or something, if I had known we were going for a walk.” She laughed softly, keeping her grip on James. A small smirk crept across Amelia’s lips, as she caught James’ eye. “Riight. I think, you’re just looking for an excuse to have me close.”
"I must confess I never read it before." He smirked at her self-deprecating nerd comment and chuckled. "You’re not a nerd lass. What say you join me for a walk aye?" He held out his arm in a mock gentlemenly gesture. And waited for Amelia to join him. He had no intention of giving an awkward "maybe we should talk about last night speech" because he didn’t regret it at all, he just wanted to hang out with her.
"Yeah, why not." She smiled, packing up her stuff, and tossing her bag over her other shoulder. Amelia gave James a quick ‘thank you’ gladly accepting his arm. She was a bit nervous he’d want to talk about their evening together. In all honesty, it was nothing more than just sex. Above average, drunk sex, and nothing more. Sure, she and James were friends, but she didn’t have any feelings for him, past that. "Have you walked around this area yet?" She asked curiously.
James smiled, “I just had it, but these gits try to force way to much information into our heads. I needed some air to breathe. What about you, you seem to be skipping. Too much information for you as well? I thought a person with your type of umm, flexibility,” he smirked, “Could handle a busy schedule?” He nodded at her book, “Whats that book you’re reading?”
Amelia waggled her eyebrows at the flexibly comment, a soft laugh stilll there. “I’m sorry to hear that, mate. And, yes - I’m skipping. But, don’t tell anyone,” she teased. “I just wanted a day to myself, I guess. The weather was too beautiful to pass up.” Amelia’s eyes dropped to her book, before back to James. “The Awakening. It’s one of my favourites. I guess I’m a bit of a nerd.”
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James returned her grin and came walking over to her. He sat down next to her and smirked, “Ay up lass, sleep well last night?” She laughed and so did he, flashing back to their night together which was one of the best nights in his life. She certainly seemed to have no complaints.
Amelia smiled, laughing softly. “I did, yes. And you?” Amelia smirked. James was definitely a good lay, she couldn’t deny that. She closed her laptop, crossing her legs. “What are you up today? Shouldn’t you be in class?”