Things wereā¦ weird. Not weird in that Amelia was uncomfortable ā no, not in the slightest, she could never feel uncomfortable around Levi ā but weird in the fact that there was this obvious, big, blaring thing weighing over the pair of them that wasnāt being acknowledged. When Levi had pointed out that it was Valentineās Day, Amelia had been surprised. Dates on the whole generally didnāt slip by her unnoticed, but her mind had been so busy, and sheād been so excited about possibly seeing Levi that it had entirely slipped her mind. So, in hindsight, asking Levi out on the most romantic day of the year probably laid a lot of implications out on the table before them.
And while Amelia definitely had an enormous crush on Levi, and wanted nothing more than to be her girlfriend, she wasnāt entirely sure the other girl felt the same. So, of course, the two of them were behaving as this was just a casual evening between two friends, hanging out just as they always did. And it was, and Amelia knew that, but the flutter in her chest and the reddening of her cheeks seemed to imply otherwise. All of that only meant that when Levi awkwardly greeted her, her own cheeks resembling the vibrant colour of her hair, Amelia found herself second guessing just what it could mean. Was she uncomfortable? Did she feel awkward about Amelia asking her to do something today of all days? Or was she excited, like Amelia, at the prospect of spending Valentineās with someone that she cared so much about? As much as Amelia wanted Levi to reciprocate her feelings, she couldnāt possibly entertain the idea that someone as pretty and wonderful as Levi could possibly like someone as bland as herself.
āOhā¦ You think so?ā Amelia responded, her ears burning a frightful red as her face broke out into a wide smile. Levi thought she looked nice? While she knew that she definitely didnāt look as pretty as Levi did, the comment did nothing but encourage the way her stomach flipped excitedly. āThank you so much, Levi!ā
Certain that Levi hadnāt meant anything by it, merely returning Ameliaās own compliment, she pushed forward and tried to ignore the jittery feelings surging through her. As they wandered into the restaurant, Amelia tugging nervously on her dress in an attempt to keep her hands busy ā she didnāt want to accidentally make an attempt to hold Leviās hand, and in turn ruin their night ā she stared around in awe at the pretty, twinkling lights, and the lovestruck couples that surrounded them. It was obvious that the restaurant had been decorated in favour of Valentineās Day, yet still remained fancy and pretty, as opposed to looking a little gaudy. The other customers filling out the tables all appeared to be so blissfully happy, and Amelia kept finding her own mind wandering away, as she guiltily pondered over what it would be like to hold Leviās hand, or to call the pretty redhead her girlfriend.
Nodding along absent-mindedly to Leviās comment, Amelia greeted their server with a warm smile, before watching the look of horror that coloured his features upon looking at Levi. Her heart sinking in her chest, Amelia acted without thinking ā her next move far more rash than anything sheād ever done in her life ā when she reached out a hand and pulled Leviās into her own, interlocking their fingers in the process. Turning to the girl beside her, she offered her a warm, encouraging smile, before staring up at the waiter, holding her breath all the while.
āTable for two, please?ā she asked, keeping her tone as sweet as possible.
As the man turned on his heels, her hold on Leviās hand didnāt waver once as the two of them followed the waiter to their table. With menus having been placed onto their table, and the waiter finally having retreated and finally out of earshot, Amelia turned to Levi, her cheeks an alarming shade of red.
āIām really sorry!ā she apologised, keeping her voice low, her eyes nervously flitting back and forth between Levi and her shoes. Carefully dropping Leviās hand, she gestured to the table before taking a seat. āHe wasā¦ He was judging you!ā
She was certain that the look on the waiterās face hadnāt gone amiss to Levi, and Amelia certainly wasnāt a stranger to the way that people could be so unkind, their judgements and cruel, mocking words having always stung. She probably shouldnāt have pointed it out though, as she was sure it wasnāt something that either of them would want to think about. They were just having to have a nice evening, after all.
āAre you hungry?ā Amelia asked, nervously tapping on the menu in front of her. With a quick glance around her, taking in the loved up couples, all clad in expensive pearls and fancy dresses, she shut the menu and placed it back on the table. A glint in her eye, she glanced back up at Levi before emitting a soft giggle. āDo you want to leave? We could, if youād like. Thereās a McDonalds across the street from the movie theatre, if youād preferā¦ā
Cutting herself on, she dropped her hands into her lap to anxiously fret at the fabric of her dress once more. Amelia hadnāt ever liked McDonalds, always finding their burgers sickly, in addition to just how unhealthy and impractical it would be for her to indulge herself. Having said that, she wanted to have a nice night with Levi, and to take the girl somewhere that she liked, somewhere that she felt comfortable. She even found herself ever so slightly thrilled at the prospect of breaking her own rules, even if it meant she would have to put in extra hours after Mr Henshawās class on Tuesday.
āWe could get milkshakes, and we could be as loud as weād like!ā she giggled excitedly, ignoring a pointed glare that she was receiving from the couple on the table beside them.
The waiterās very obvious disdain for her get-up which lacked any lace, pearls, diamonds or obvious signs of wealth, was swiftly wiped from Leviās mind when she felt Amelia fumble for her hand. As her fingers were quickly interlocked with the brunetteās by her side, Levi stared down at their hands and knew her cheeks were burning. Why Amelia had grabbed her hand so insistently, Levi didnāt know, but she allowed the other girl to tug on her arm so she could dumbly trail after her to the table that the waiter gave them.
Although she was forced to drop Ameliaās hand when the two of them sat down, Levi couldnāt help but glance around the restaurant to see if anyone had noticed. Because if people had noticed then theyād probably think that she and Amelia looked like a couple and, as sappy and girly as the notion was, it caused a fizzle of excitement in Leviās belly.
Naturally, the only person watching them was the waiter who handed them their menus and looked like he was swallowing back all sorts of pained comments about the state of Leviās hoody, before he eventually walked away.
āHuh?ā Levi asked, dopily batting her eyelids at Amelia, still a little dazed after the whole hand-holding situation. When she caught the note of alarm in her friendās voice, she jumped to attention and waved dismissively.
āPuh!ā she shrugged. āHe was just being a jerkface. Iāve had worse from Louis and Joe.ā
She swallowed nervously when she looked at the prices on the menu, but after being raised by Joe who had failed to teach her the life skills she should be learning, instead she knew how to hook someone and not break her thumb and how a simple complaint about the undercooked state of her veal could land her a free dinner at a restaurant, no matter how fancy it was.
Glancing up at Ameliaās words, Levi nodded.
āIām always hungry!ā she grinned, her ravenous appetite having been proven impossible to satiate as she grew older and sought out food whenever she could. Joe had even put a lock on the fridge door at one point when the suspicious disappearance of twelve Pepperami sticks had ended up with the finger being pointed towards his little sister. But the lock hadnāt lasted long once Levi figured out how useful a crowbar could be with the right amount of elbow grease.
āHmm,ā she wrinkled her nose at Ameliaās suggestion. She did love McDonaldās, but the thought of slinking away from the posh restaurant with her tail between her legs didnāt sit right with her so she tilted her head to the side in consideration before deciding.
āNah,ā she said eventually. āI have a better idea.ā
Leaning down, she unzipped her backpack by her feet, rummaging through the various cans of silly string she had in there, mixed with a slinky, party poppers and fake plastic bugs, until her hand wrapped around the bottle she needed. As subtly as she could, Levi slid the fast-drying super glue into her pocket then sent Amelia a devious smirk.
āWait one minute,ā she instructed her friend before jumping up and speedily making her way towards the waiter who had sneered at her before.
āExcuse me, my dude,ā she called on him. She noticed him freeze a little before he attempted to feign ignorance, acting as if he hadnāt heard her. Annoyed, Levi reached forward and tugged at his sleeve so he was forced to tear his attention away from the drinks heād been pouring and towards her instead.
āYes?ā he asked her, his face pinched as he attempted to be polite.
āMan, someone upchucked in the bathroom. Thereās like, lobster chunks everywhere,ā she informed him, fashioning her features into one of disgust. Watching as the waiterās face paled considerably, she was happy to see him scurry away from the bar area and towards the toilets. As soon as heād disappeared, Levi pulled out the tube of glue and unscrewed the cap. With a precision she only seemed to be able to master when pulling off a prank, she lifted the glasses on the tray heād been attending to one by one, circling the bottom of each with a trail of glue before sticking them back onto the tray.
Hastily stuffing the bottle back into her pocket, Levi quickly made her way back to the table, sliding into her seat across from Amelia again.
āNow where were we?ā she asked, lifting the menu, but keeping an eye out for the waiterās return. āDo you think they sell chicken nuggets?ā
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