the stairs were blocked off. apollo groaned, walking towards the elevator, not paying attention to who was in it as he doomscrolled on his phone. “fuck, i still have my physics test to study for, flash cards to make…” amelie’s soft voice rang out in the silence, making apollo freeze. he slowly turned around, seeing the bane of his existence scribbling on a notepad. “what?” he uttered, completely still. he quickly pressed the button for the third floor as he silently judged the girl next to him. she paid no mind to apollo, jotting down her notes as if he was never there. apollo rolled his eyes. he couldn’t wait until he got to practice to blow off this new found frustration that the girl had somehow awakened in him.
suddenly, the elevator dropped in speed, making amelie shriek. the elevator soon skidded to a stop. apollo groaned, his annoyance spiking. “are we stuck?” amelie asked quietly, making apollo scowl. “no shit, valeria, what did you thi-“ he turned around to face her, only to be met with the sight of her sitting on the ground with her knees pulled to her chest. his eyes widened. this was definitely not the same girl he knew; the same girl that yelled at the freshmen to stop goofing around during robotics club, the same girl that smacked him on the head whenever he fell asleep, and the same girl that secretly gave freebies to the little kids at her diner. instead, this girl looked pitiful; almost small, if you must. apollo swore that this was not the same amelie valeria that he knew.
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amelie’s breathing grew shaky as she dropped her pen and notepad, her physics notes forgotten. she closed her eyes, wanting to shake away the feeling of dread building up inside her chest. amelie could hear the loud thumping of her heartbeat in her ear, and the thoughts of her on the verge of death didn’t help. her eyes darted around, trying to find an exit or a way to escape—
“hey.” apollo’s voice pulled her out from her sea of thoughts. he had saved her from drowning in her own despair. she looked up from her knees, her eyes bloodshot and watering. amelie watched as he took off his hoodie, gently throwing it at her head. “take it,” he cleared his throat, covering the bottom half of his face with his hand. she slowly put it on, the warmth and smell of him comforting her in a way she was unfamiliar with. soon enough, he sat down beside her, his white tank top sticking to the sweat of his skin. “are you okay?”
-
apollo watched as amelie nodded, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie. he could still hear that her breathing was slightly erratic. his eye twitched as he sighed.
“goddamn it, hold my hand, if it makes you feel better. you aren’t going to die, you know that right? i already called 911; they should be here in a couple of minutes.” apollo extended his hand to her, to which her clammy one took it. after a few minutes of silence, amelie spoke up.
“is it too late to say that i’m claustrophobic?”
“very late.” apollo replied dryly, feeling as she laced her fingers through his. a rush of heat shot to his face, but he quickly turned his head away so that she couldn’t see it. “i didn’t want to take the elevator. the stairs just so happened to be blocked off, and i was already late enough to my next class to use the stairs on the east hall.” she admitted, her breathing slowing as she talked to him. apollo hummed in response, his frustration dying in his chest as he turned his head once more to look at her. her dyed pinkish-red hair was tied up in a messy bun, the paint on her nails chipping. “thank you for comforting me. i appreciate it.” amelie whispered softly, to which apollo had to strain his ears to hear it. “don’t stress it.” he muttered. maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
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do NOT feed my work to ai, translate it, or claim it as yours.
callen is incredibly closed off, even to amelie. she hasn’t trusted anyone since her parents were poisoned; her heart is telling her to open up more, but her brain is screaming ‘no’. the only person that really knew her past was amelie, and even then her brain wouldn’t allow trust to seep out of her. yet when callen talks to aslan, she feels all her worries melt away. his chattiness would somehow calm her and distract her brain from its “rationality”.
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“no.”
amelie is quite the people pleaser. it hurts her in all different ways to make people mad, let alone make them feel any other negative emotion in her presence. her heart aches in a way she can’t describe when she seems someone hurt because of her. let it be her actions, her words, or her fiery temper, but amelie’s hatred for herself would soon eat her up inside. however, she refused acknowledge the fact that the one she’s hurting the most is herself.
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“i was wrong.”
apollo grit his teeth as he said this, his hands resisting the urge to yank his hair out. it hurt to swallow his pride infront of the very person that he hated the most. yet he couldn’t help but crumble under her brown eyes, which were staring at him with nothing but guilt. apollo had never seen eyes that held so much feeling in them, let alone guilt for their actions.
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“i love you.”
as much as callen needed him, aslan needed her. he needed to reciprocate her feeling of.. safeness around him. he couldn’t let her down. yet it was hard; hard to utter out those 3 words that could rock both their worlds, especially his. his parents had spit those words out without love, their perfect marriage shattered within a few years. now, he stood in front of a mirror as he recited and practiced the words over and over again, trying to push down the memories that kept resurfacing and failing to keep the bile down his throat.
he felt like he would faint. aslan’s head was spinning as his lips met her plush ones. to add to that, his hands were clenched tightly, his nails nearly drawing out blood. callen would have to hold his hands to prevent them from clenching, yet it didn’t stop him from holding her hands just as tightly.
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callen -> aslan
she kissed him first. callen had been staring at the redhead for a good 4 minutes before thinking to herself, ‘his lips look soft’. she immediately gave into her intrusive thoughts and leaned in to press her lips against his.
-> callen is very observant. she noted all of aslan’s nervous ticks as they had gotten closer; his hands clenching to the point of drawing blood, averting his eyes, tugging at the ends of his hair, or snapping his hairtie against his wrists. she would usually be there to center him.
in her opinion, he was quite the natural kisser. his lips would coax hers into gently opening up, his eyes closing as he relaxed. afterwards, callen would peck his cheek and hug him.
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apollo -> amelie
they had been arguing at a bus stop, and amelie wouldn’t stop nagging. it was about 11 at night, and apollo was escorting her home. however, apollo didn’t have enough energy to deal with her scolding, as he had nearly beat up a some kid for being rude to her. she was incredibly close, and her talking annoyed him, so he just… well.. shut her up. or well, that’s what happened in his eyes.
“apollo, you can’t just kiss m—“
“shut your mouth before i do it again.”
-> he fell asleep as soon as they got on the bus, just wanting to go home and sleep. he could faintly smell her, and in the back of his mind, she smelled like home.
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amelie -> apollo
she had been reprimanding him about bullying a sophomore. during one of his visits with aslan to her diner, he had witnessed the said sophomore harassing her off with his ‘order’.
-> “hey, lady. you gave me the wrong order, so can i have my actual one?”
“sir, you ordered exactly what’s in front of you. if you want, i can give you your receipt and show yo-“
“no, i don’t want my fucking receipt. i wanted-“
-> apollo them proceeded to yank him by the hair, his jaw clenched. he hated seeing someone treat amelie like that.
the rest was history. amelie was currently telling him off as they waited for the bus to arrive. right as she was beginning to tell him not to beat up kids again, he had leaned in and kissed her. it was gone as quickly as it came. she felt her face heating up, and the words died in her mouth. amelie turned her head away. before she knew it, the bus had arrived, and she had never ran to a bus faster than she had that night.
love at first sight for him. his heart started racing a bit faster that day, and he couldn’t get the enigmatic girl out of his head for weeks. he started noticing the little things about her - what her schedule was, her favorite foods, the way her lips turned to a frown whenever amelie or apollo would bicker - everything.
“apollo! she’s right there, hide me! i didn’t style my hair today!”
extremely self conscious around her. in apollo’s opinion, aslan acted like a little middle school girl having her first crush (in a way, that was exactly aslan). he always fumbles and stutters when talking, and his face erupts into a bright red when callen so much as glances at him.
“amelie, your best friend is so hot.”
“she’s right behind you, aslan.”
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callen -> aslan
she immediately noticed his hair. it’s messy, but perfectly so. the ginger hue of it intrigued her. callen always wonders why he turns red around her. aslan usually helps her with her biology work; she’s thankful for that. however, she’s started to notice that he’s always waiting outside her classes - waiting to walk her to her next one. they share 3 classes together.
“c…callen? why’re you touching my fac-“
“your hair was blocking your eyes.”
she’s completely oblivious to how he feels for her. everyone knows he likes her except…her. callen would sometimes do affectionate acts that would leave aslan’s head spinning - be it wiping his mouth of crumbs, tucking his hair behind his ear, or sometimes giving him food if he was hungry. in her eyes, they were nothing more than friends… for now.
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apollo -> amelie
her personality was radiating and oozing out of her. it was honestly too bright for apollo, as he and aslan had decided to try her family’s diner at 7 in the morning. he was met with sunshine and smiles, to his dismay. yet he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the girl.
“apollo, this diner is pretty good, right?”
“…right.” -> he was probably sleeping on the table.
he didn’t realize that she was a year older than him until he saw her at school. apollo didn’t even know she went to the same school as him.
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amelie -> apollo
she thought he was incredibly grumpy. she remembered seeing him around in the halls, either with headphones in or with a certain redhead. alas, she didn’t want to get reprimanded by her parents for showing a customer unpleasant attitude, so amelie was forced to greet the boy with smiles.
“can i get a…”
“sir, please hurry up and decide. it’s been 7 minutes.” -> her jaw was clenched.
she absolutely does NOT like him. amelie was appalled when she heard that they were forced to work together during robotics club.
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