*~* Max's POV *~*
I wasn't really sure what came over me, but I noneoftheless knew I was beyond pissed that I knew if I didn't want to do something I would regret I should leave. But even that didn't calm me down.
Ugh, I should've dragged Amelia with me. She'd one way or another calm me down. But what if I decided to be an ass and break her heart like I did three years ago?
Why did Amelia's mother have to come back? And why does she even have the nerve to come and ask if Amelia was willing to leave?
The frustration that build inside of me was only mildly released when my fist hit the nearest tree hard causing it to fall and my fingers to throb at the contact. I ignored the pain it was too impotent within, for me to care.
The crash must've been heard by the rest of the family, because within seconds I was surrounded.
"Please tell me you haven't done anything stupid," my Mother said, breaking the silence that previously surrounded me.
I just stared at her, scared that if I opened my mouth only shouting and profanities would come out. But I was grateful when Uncle Jasper put his hand on my shoulder immediately sending cool waves of tranquility into my body. I gave a nod of gratitude showing that I was calm but he still felt his hand on me.
"I didn't do anything," I mumbled, looking back at my mother ignoring the gazes of everyone else.
"Then what happened sweetie?" Grandma asked, who was standing next to my Mother.
"Is Amelia alright?" Ness questioned alarmed.
"She's fine, well I don't know how she's feeling right now," I answered.
"Then what happened son?" My father asked, genuinely curious. The previous events ran through my head. Do I have to explain myself?
Luckily my internal question was heard.
"Amelia's Mother wants her to move back to England," unveiled Uncle Edward. There was gasps, which almost seemed too theatrical.
"She's going to stay with you Max," Aunt Alice interjected. I sighed, I knew that already. I wasn't going to doubt Amelia.
It was just her Mother. Who somehow, even when she's not around still gets her way. And then she's alive after years of been commonly known as deceased. It's all unpredictable.
"She just wants to get to know her daughter, you know that," Grandpa pointed out. Only for me to read into.
"So it's a good idea that she leaves again?" I snapped, my temporary outburst soothed by Uncle Jazz.
"We don't mean that Max. We don't want her to go. You don't want her to go. And she doesn't want to go either. You have nothing to sorry about." I registered Jacob's words. But it didn't seem like enough. I needed one thing that would keep Amelia routed with I for eternity, only death doing us part.
"I need to marry her."
*~* Amelia's POV *~*
It had been 5 hours since Max had abruptly left making me feel terrible.
What if he doesn't come back? I knew the thought was exaggerated, but still; nothing is impossible. The word impossible itself is two letters too long.
I had escaped to my room shortly after, not giving my mother any acknowledgment. But soon hearing voices of the rest of the family; not of which having a recent memory of Max. What is he doing?
I contemplated over calling, texting or using our telepathic link to contact him. What if he didn't want to talk to me? He surely isn't making an effort himself. So there's me sitting in the dark, single tears rolling down my cheek after my brain thinks of every worst case scenario. With the only accompaniment of Cyan as I wallowed. I rejected any other association with humans - well vampires.
Maybe I should just pull myself together and accept whatever will happen. I lay down and covered myself with the blankets. The bed feeling awfully cold without Max's presence. I looked up at the stars which were randomly sprawled on the ceiling they had a bright green glow, they weren't much of a substitute for real stars.
I closed my eyes hoping that some form of sleep would succumb me. I internally thanked in gratitude that I wasn't a complete vampire and was able to get away from it all.
As my brain was finally letting me settle down, I heard a car nearing the residence and my favourite sound in the world approaching. He hasn't left, but why are all his movements tense? He's not angry at me is he...?
I knew I sounded more than a bit pathetic. But there's always that possibility. I tried to pry into his mind but I couldn't find anything, no thoughts regarding his movements. He greeted everyone vaguely and marched upstairs, my heart beating faster in hopes that he would enter my room and assure that everything was okay. But iI was wrong. Oh I was so wrong. He stopped outside his own room pausing for a second before entering. Shattering all the hopes I had.
I'm in trouble aren't I?
I tried not to cry at the logic that was running through my mind. It could be bad... he might not have returned...
I felt him strip to his boxers, I didn't even see home and it had an X-Rated effect on me. Sighing I hid deeper into my blankets and just rested into restless slumber.
*~* Max's POV *~*
I entered my bed, knowing that Amelia was sounded asleep, I was curious... what was she thinking? Could she be over thinking my departure? To why I haven't come home in hours? I knew very well that if I stayed she'd one way or another find out my plan. She was part mind reader of course. And I know she'd be suspicious if I had Aunt Bella's shield over me. I lay down and looked up at the bare ceiling, much too used to Amelia's starry one. It felt weird not having her in the bed with me but I didn't want to disrupt her sleep, she'd have me in for it.
I closed my eyes plans whizzing through my mind, I needed a ring. I pretty much sorted everything else. Aunt Alice is getting everything I need for Sunday.
*
I woke up early because I knew that Amelia wouldn't be awake. I was full of nerves. I had to talk to Amelia's parents. I know that I have to tell that my plans despite the fact I had a good mind not to but I needed a reason to why this was all of a sudden. I quietly left for downstairs and to the family room skipping breakfast.
The family were for my plans completely with me on it, the only problem they saw in their eyes was age. Yes I was fully aware that I was nine years old but that doesn't matter. We don't have to get married straight away anyway.
The thought of becoming her husband stood potentedly in my mind, overshadowing every other thought. I liked the idea much more than I should, having the title as her boyfriend simply wasn't enough. We were much more to each other, as sappy as that sounds.
What if I was moving too quick for her liking? What if she says no? Okay, maybe I'm sounding like Seth on his wedding day but that's beside the point. I'm asking if she would physically marry me.
I sat on the loveseat alone, facing her parents unsure with how to start but noneoftheless started with the obvious. "I love your daughter. Too much to actually put into words. And I know that I'm just her boyfriend even though I feel like I'm a lot more. We haven't done anything... if you were wondering but that hasn't got anything to do with this.
"I want to marry your daughter, and I would like your blessing," I said and then pauses waiting for a reply.
What a way to be bold Max.
They exchanged uneasy glances, having a silent conversation with their eyes. Nahuel looked at me calmly, which was good because I was expecting to have to wear a bullet proof vest. Okay, I'm exaggerating.
"Son, do you think that's a good idea to do it so soon?" He asked.
I shook my head. "I know that we are moth at the mere age of nine but that's beside the point."
"Is it about myself wanting to take her to the UK?" Hilary asked.
How did she know? I was speechless for a moment, raking my mind of what to say.
"I lived three years without her, I don't want to experience that again, it felt like three thousand years," I said truthfully. Hilary considered this, surprisingly not angry at all.
"You want to marry her so she stays with you?"
"No, because Amelia could say no if she wanted. She's unaware of anything. I just can't bare the thought of not being with her. And as a married couple we are one," he replied answering Hilary's question. She smiled at me happily.
I take that as a good sign?
"You really do love her don't you?" She asked.
"More than anything," I vowed.
"A girl like Amelia needs some looking after and I know you will look after our little girl exceptionally well," Nahuel stated. I smiled and then realised.
Wait. What? Are they agreeing? I've barely started to talk about anything. I expected to protest, promise or even to beg.
"Sorry do you mean...?" I trailed completely unsure.
They both smiled amused at me, enjoying my current perplexed state.
"Yes we are giving our blessing," Hilary proclaimed, making me feel completely at ease.
"But you have to promise us," Nahuel interjected.
"Anything."
"You have to promise that you will look after like the delicate flower she is, and make her happy," he continued.
I agreed, "Of course I will. I promise. I have nothing else to live for."
Okay, maybe the last part was sucking up.
But that doesn't matter, I have their blessing that's what matters and also the fact their accept me to be the perfect husband for the most perfect girl.
"Good, because no one else would be capable. She's a handful," Nahuel finished.
Despite the fact that he looked my age, maybe even younger I had a lot of respect for him.
"I promise both of you and I won't let you down. I have one chance and I'm not going to blow it." Were my last words.
They nodded and left the room, hand in hand. I got up myself and picked up a grab and go breakfast before leaving the house.
I need a ring now, I couldn't find one yesterday however, I did get to plan how I wanted everything to be done.
Before I sat into the car I looked at Amelia's balcony feelings bad that I hadn't talked to her since yesterday and left on a bad note. It made me feel guilty because if I knew her - and I did - she would be over thinking this more than she should be.
Until tomorrow Amelia, and hopefully you would say yes.
*~* Amelia's POV *~*
It was Sunday morning, the light that escaped the thin curtains greeting my face. I pressed my face to my pillow, keeping my eyes sealed but I was awake. Why am I the only one in the house? Apart from Cyan that is... are they hunting? Or sick of my attitude? Or giving me space? The questions stayed unanswered in my mind til the point I mustered my strength to get up.
I noted that it was past midday making me feel extremely lazy. Fifteen hours of sleep in one go is probably something most humans wish for. I ran my fingers through my knotted hair, which resembled a crows nest may I add. Cyan propped up on the bed a strolled over to me, seating herself comfortably on my lap. Smiling slightly I stroked her soft fur out of habit but was surprised when my hand brushed something commonly known as paper. Was she drawing or something? I dismissed the idea and opened the delicate scroll drinking in the content.
~ I need to talk to you. Aunt Alice has placed some clothes for you in your ensuite. Then come outside and follow the red ribbon. Love, Max ~
My curiosity started to spike, what did he want to talk about? Well need to as he had put it. Was he breaking... I gulped at the thought. My brain telling me not to go but my heart easily overruling and telling me to go. I got off my bed and entered my ensuite finding said outfit. It was a classy light green dress made out of silk, looking completely stunning as it lay.
Does Max want to celebrate our breakup? Or is Aunt Alice going over the top? Maybe I should just stop thinking althogether and just do what I'm told. With that I freshened up, I took a nice hot, quick shower and thoroughly dried myself before putting on the delicate clothing and necessities.
I placed on the pumps before leaving the bathroom and ran my fingers through my hair. I met my dressing table and picked up my brush and gently - which seemed too time consuming - brush my hair. I looked in the mirror and squirmed I wasn't going to lie and say I didn't look alright because I knew Max would just stand and stare.
Maybe Aunt Alice gave this dress so he doesn't break up with me? Again I shook away the unwanted thoughts. After I had done playing Barbie with myself I decided to go downstairs not really in the mood to jump front the balcony. I walked past the kitchen, my eyes got caught if the apple that sat lonely one the table with a red ribbon on it. Cautiously I picked it up, attached to the red ribbon was a little label which read, "Enjoy."
Does this have poison in it?
What are up with my thoughts today? I can't seem to think anything but the emotional or physical end of me. I held onto the apple, my stomach far too full of vultures making me more nervous by the second.
So, apple in hand I left the house. I found the ribbon in question lead into the forest making me more curious. I followed it to the spot where Max and I confessed to each other but also jumped when I saw Carlisle.
"Good Morning Grandpa," I greeted him. With a warm smile on his lips he showed me an usually shaped piece of plastic.
I held it in my hand and examined it as he spoke, "I remember - well of course - the day you first day. You were so small and helpless looking. It feels like it was centuries ago." I looked up from the piece of plastic, which I identified as a foreign letter. I just smiled him, he looked pointedly to the side of him. There was a drawing of me standing lonely, on the porch the day I came. I looked so innocent and hopeless, a real difference from what I am now.
Connected to the picture was the ribbon again, intertwining through the tree branches prettily. I waved goodbye to Grandpa and continued my quest.
Only to find Grandma at the end of it. She gave me a warm hug and a another piece of plastic differently shaped to the first one.
"When you came back from leaving a week, and joined the family already made me feel that you were part of it," she told me, her eyes flickering to another picture of me. This time it was a drawn snapshot of Mum, Dad (Bella and Edward) and I. Sitting on the bed as they offered adopting me, matching smiles on all our faces.
I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw another piece of ribbon connected to the picture. I gave Grandma a smile, matching her warm one and follwed the ribbon.
What is Max getting me to do? A farewell gift of all my memories?
At the third stop stood Jasper, at first he leaned calmly against a tree but then as I arrived he straightened and smiled. His smile was contagious or maybe he was using his power?
"When you went to the Denali Coven to discover your power, none of us knew you were going to be so powerful and dominant over them," he said in a complete state of tranquility. I nodded and looked where his eyes followed, another picture. This time it was of the whole family. Little Max and I sat contentedly beside each other as I gave my power a couple run throughs.
Before I left I was given another weirdly shaped letter, I then followed the red ribbon once again. This time it was Alice, she beamed and looked at me approvingly.
"You more beautiful than I saw in my vision but that's beside the point. You were quite settled with us at this point and it was the day you and Max confessed and kissed for the first time. Probably the first real day I dressed you up too." I couldn't help but smile at Aunt Alice, she always had to relate to fashion as simple as that. I instinctively looked at the drawing, my heart smiling when when I saw the two of us in the woods in a tight embrace. I kept a mental note, hoping that I would be able to keep these pictures.
Without a word from myself Aunt Alice gave me yet another piece of plastic and I continued my pursuit. Eager to see who and what was next.
It was Aunt Rose looking as beautiful as ever. She gave me a hug, instead of letting go like a thought she would she spoke her part into my ear.
"Max and you were so in love at this point. My little Max had certainly grew up and had found the perfect girl," she whispered, she let go and gripped my forearms tenderly before continuing, "You haven't seen the massive change you've made in him." I nodded, taking the words to heed. I gave another hug to her, but before we let go she placed a plastic piece in my hand making me soon wonder how I would carry them all.
Aunt Rose just seemed one step ahead and gave a clear pouch. I appreciatively placed them in and then looked at the next picture. It was the same one I had previously placed as my phone wallpaper. Max and I in a loving embrace at Leah's wedding.
It was much to sweet.
I followed along the trail, finding none other than Uncle Emmett. An instant smile set on my lips, I wonder what he has to say...
"Okay, so this isn't going to come out so easy because I can't really be subtly sweet, so..." he trailed, making me chuckle. "You were being told you were going to start school. Making you very much a Cullen because you were starting the tradition. And that baseball game. I swear I'm pretty sure you cheated."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, he definitely was unable to be sweet but then again... Aunt Rose is the judge of that.
"Why thank you Uncle Emmett," I thanked, my voice dripping with amusement and sarcasm. He gave a mocking glare that noneoftheless had good intentions. He passed me a piece of plastic which I placed in the pouch whilst he pointed at the drawing.
"You cheating," he stated. I again rolled my eyes at him. The picture was of the clearing, myself batting, fielders scattered and the remaining of my team waiting. I gave a brief goodbye to Uncle Emmett, next facing my wonderful sister.
"Have you figured out what's going on then?" She asked as I approached. I shook my head, endless possibilities were still going through my mind of what Max had planned.
"Not at all, he just wants to have all main memories pointed out," I answered truthfully.
"That's good I guess. Keep it all hidden; anyways, this is the time you and your Maxie had your first date. The day after you gave him the best birthday of his life and of course the best first date too. I remember dressing up the reluctant you, so cute and stubborn," she spoke chirpily gesturing to the picture of us settling in the meadow for the first time underneath the shining stars. "And let me give you this."
Ness gave a piece of plastic, the same font as the others.
"Okay, what are these?" I asked her hoping to get some insight. She mimed zipping her mouth and throwing away the key. I nodded, even though I knew I could get the answer out of her but decided against it.
Good things happens to those who wait, right?
I followed along the ribbon, I knew who the next person was before seeing them. The familiar stench was much too obvious. Okay, maybe that was putting it harshly.
"Hey Jake," I greeted, smiling. All the meeting and greeting of everyone had effectively improved my mood but didn't let the pessimistic thoughts leave my mind. Maybe I supposed to be all happy before completely shattered?
"Amelia, at this stage you've started school not at all used to the attention from everyone. It was funny to watch you and Max adapt yourselves to everything but better together than separately."
Amen I thought, but kept my mouth closed and nodded in agreement. He gave me the plastic; which I signalled for him the pop in the pouch before continuing.
I looked at the picture before leaving, it was just us looking at everyone and everything uncomfortably. Holding one another's hand.
As I walked to the next one I thought about what was the next significant event? My internal question was answered when my eyes first fell on the picture. It was split in half: one side it was me upset and the another was Max angry. My eyes then diverted to Dad, Edward.
"You were so upset at this stage it didn't feel right at all as your dad. I had faith in Ness and the girls to cheer you up but I also knew something like this could only be solved by the one you love." Dad's voice was smooth as he said this, he gave a smile and passed me a another piece to add to the collection I had in the pouch already.
"But that way we learn, no relationship is perfect but you can't let one bad thing forget all the brilliant memories you have together," I told him, suddenly feeling wise as I spoke. He nodded in agreement, I was about to leave but I remembered.
I searched his mind for any possible reason to why I was on this quest but there was unfortunately nothing. Dad had really used my strategy in keeping the mind empty.
Next was Mum, she gave me a hug which I gladly returned. "This was probably the happiest point of your life - maybe. Max and you were reunited again, starting to feel more for each other and well love each other more as well," she told me.
"Maybe it was a good thing it happened well not to the extremes because that way we learnt more about each other and I have that cat too," I added smiling cheekily at the last point.
The picture this time was of Max and I sitting very closely together with said cat on my lap. Max running his fingers through my hair; one hand of mine was on his chest and the other stroking Cyan tenderly.
Like we were a little family, another thing that simply made my heart bleam.
After collecting another piece I walked through the woods to the next station. All the Cullens have all taken their turn - apart from Max.
So I half expected to see Max waiting but it wasn't him. Instead it was my real mother. I felt awkward at this moment and completely solitary.
"Uh, hello Mother," I greeted, trying to hide the strain in my voice.
"Amelia darling," she started smiling happily before it was replaced by a poker face. "So as you've realised you're taking a train down memory lane. At this point I took you from the Cullens, hoping that no harm would come to you or anyone else. I'm sorry about everything, ad I know that I should leave and never interfere again -"
"I don't want you to though," I interjected. "But I am not leaving Max."
"Sometimes I just wish that I stayed with you instead of left but then that way you wouldn't have met Max so quickly. He is so in love with you, you know. I don't want to split that up. Not again." Sincerity rung in her voice, wetness was coming to my eyes due to the happy sensation that was born in the pit of my stomach. I reached out and gave a hug to my Mother, it was the first real one that really should've been one of many.
I let go of her and smiled widely, a very tiny but broken part of me completed. She gave me the piece of plastic which was once again placed into the clear pouch. Before my eyes averted to the drawing, the first one with only my mother and I in it. A smile still on my lips, I gave a vague goodbye before following along the trail. If I was correct, the next stop was when I left Max.
Maybe he thinks I'm going to leave him and giving a ride down memory lane? So I don't leave him? Is he scared that I would leave him? But doesn't he know that I won't leave him?
I couldn't succumb to my thoughts for very long, because I had reached to the next stop. Huilen was standing patiently, my eyes glanced at the picture.
"As you see in the picture it's in the clearing. When you made the split decision to come with us. I don't think anyone apart from yourself and Edward understood what you were doing. Max didn't, but he accepted it. Promising that he would meet you again and yourself promising the same." My eyes didn't shift away from the drawing. The guilt still present within me; I shook my head and ripped my eyes away to look at Huilen.
"I wish I didn't have to make the decision," I started. Tears once again glassing my vision but not out of happiness the complete opposite.
Maybe he's making me feel bad by pushing the fact in? But if I knew Max - and I did - he wasn't like that. He knew my reasons. But then again he's been acting like a complete stranger lately...
"But I couldn't regret the whole of it. I got to know my father, brother and Aunt and made friends I just wish I didn't have to leave Max because of it," I added. She nodded in agreement and gave my hand a squeeze assuringly, placing yet another piece to the puzzle.
I tried hard to keep my feelings in check as I walked to the next stop, thoughts plaguing my mind. But this is what Max wants me to do and I have to respect that and to be honest I love most of everything that has happened.
I figured this was the last point, my Father was appointed here. At first I was given the plastic and then given a bear hug.
"You're okay, aren't you?" He asked me, I nodded in his embrace. Trying not to let any traitor tears fall. I was being pathetic, there's no point questioning that.
"I'm fine, just a bit all over the place," I admitted. "What is going on?" I then asked as we let go.
"I can't tell you that, you've come so far. It'll be pointless to tell you what's going on now," he said and then continued, saying the initial point. "You've been in England for about 3 years and 4 months at this point before it was everyone's idea to unite you with Max."
I nodded, knowing exactly what the next stop was and who would be there, I could barely contain myself from sprinting to him. Hoping to forget all of the bad thoughts circling my mind.
"Thanks Father," I said to him as a farewell. I turned to the direction to the leading ribbon which slowly lead me to our meadow. The ribbon continued to weave through the trees alongside fairy lights.
I didn't breathe when I saw Max even though I knew he could hear my pounding heart. He wasn't facing me, instead he had his back to me. Making it hard to resist liking at the flawless indentation of his muscles that I could see through the formal shirt he was wearing.
Formal? What's the occasion, and it dawned upon myself that I was dressed up for said occasion with the classy dress I had on - which surprisingly didn't get any stains or a tear due to my adventure.
I wasn't really sure what to do, so I mustered what I had within me and approached Max, my footsteps silent on the grass. When I took the last step towards him before he finally turned around looking as perfect as ever.
I didn't want to sound like an obsessed, clingy girlfriend but I really had missed him in the two days I hadn't seen him.
"Hey," I greeted, a smile forming on my lips.
Couldn't we just get to the part where we kiss and the paranoid thoughts vanish?
"Hey, enjoyed your trip down memory lane?" He asked, he looked nervous. I couldn't really interpret which nervous it was though. Which of course made me nervous.
"Yeah, it was great, I loved it though I wish some were skipped," I replied truthfully.
"They were everything that we lived through together," he answered.
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked, my voice squeaky because of the array of feelings building up inside of me. He looked at me with a far away gazed and sighed.
Oh gosh, he sighed. That's not good, that seriously isn't good.
"There's a reason I organised everything," he started. He paused to purse his lips making the suspense come to me. "I need to talk to you."
"As the letter said; what about?" I asked, trying hard to act casual. It was hard because I had Max's piercing gaze on me likes he knew everything that was going through my head.
"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore," he stated, sincerity ringing in his voice as he spoke.
My heart stopped, and water started to well up in my eyes. He was breaking up with me. I knew it. What had I possibly done so wrong?
But what hurt the most was that the look on Max's face was unfazed, the poker face replaced any emotion that could be there, indicating that he didn't care.
"Look up at the sky," he said, I didn't at first and just stared at him. My heart shattering with every blink of his eyes. "Amelia."
I ripped my gaze anyway, wanting nothing more than to run away. But I listened, I looked up in the sky and saw an aeroplane spelling something out with smoke. At the same time something fell from the sky, but I took no acknowledgment to it. My eyes trained on the letters.
I love you, would you marry me?
"You were an angel walking the planet when I first lay my eyes on you. I didn't even know your name and you stole my heart. I couldn't sometimes sleep properly at night because all I saw was you. And if I was completely honest if I had a star for every time I thought of you, I would have the entire universe in the palm of my hands. I love you, would you marry me?"
To say I was stunned with the abrupt breakup was nothing to what I was feeling at this moment in time. My body wouldn't operate and my mind simply wasn't working.
It took me longer than it should've to turn to him. Max was on one knee in front of me. The object falling from the sky must've been the ring.
The ring itself looked like it costed the world, there were millions of tiny diamonds carefully architectured around the two main stones. One a ruby and the other an emerald which were shaped as hearts residing on above and one below.
He was waiting for an answer, and the water from my eyes refused to stop flowing.
He broke my heart for a second before springing this on me. Clever but unacceptable.
My overwhelmed heart was yelling to me to accept and kiss him already but before I could do that I reacted.
I punched his arm hopefully not too hard and gave a glare. "Do you have any idea how scared you made me? I thought you were going to break up with me!"
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If Max asked you to marry him what would you say? I'd say yes. He's so cute and badass.
A complete oxymoron. Lol I'm not even going to go there.
Anyways, I'm proud of myself. You guys should be proud too, I updated within a week and this chapter is like really long and it's a school week.
Anyways before I start going on, on his awesome I am lol I would get to the point.
Amelia's decision will be based on how I feel, and I've had a somewhat crappy week x
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