Post by Amélie Grey on Feb 14, 2007 11:13:53 GMT -5
"Oh, sympathy, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on..."
Amélie was cleaning the kitchen, and had Keane blaring from her stereo and was singing along loudly. She had a pretty decent voice - okay, it sure wasn't anything special, but she didn't break the windows. And she enjoyed singing.
She was wiping down the worktops when the doorbell sounded. She glanced at Jack, who was sleeping in his bed.
Rolling down her sleeves, she went into the hallway to answer the door.
When she opened it, she came face to face with a huge bouquet of red roses.
"What?!" she exclaimed, laughing.
There was a delivery guy behind the roses. "Amélie Grey?"
"Yes," she said, taking the flowers.
"Delivery," he said sheepishly, holding out a clipboard with a form on it and a pen.
Amélie balanced the roses in the crook of her arm and signed the clipboard awkwardly.
"Thanks," the guy smiled. "Happy Valentine's."
"Happy Valentine's," she said, closing the door as he walked up the drive.
She took the roses into the kitchen and looked at the card.
Amélie, will you be my Valentine? Love... : P
She laughed. Only Lucas would put in that little text thing.
As she snipped the ends of the 24 roses and arranged them in a vase, her mobile rang.
"Heya," she said.
"Did you get the flowers?" Lucas asked.
"Yes I did, they're beautiful," she said. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you like them," he said. "Happy Gay Day."
She laughed. "You too. How has your morning been?"
"I had an autopsy to perform and Mel had to comfort a hysterical widow. Imagine losing someone on Valentine's Day."
Amélie bit her lip. "That's horrible."
"I know," he said. "She was heartbroken, God love her. Anyways, how has your morning been?"
"I cleaned," she grinned.
"What, you?"
"Hey!" she laughed. "I am a very clean person!"
"I know," he laughed. "I'm only joking. It's just your room is usually a complete tip every time I've seen it."
"Creative chaos," she smirked.
"Definitely," he laughed. "Anyways, I gotta go, Mel is looking at me like she's going to murder me. I'll meet you at the restaurant at 1.30, okay?"
"See ya," she said, smiling. She hung up and finished arranging the roses and foliage in the clear fluted glass vase.
She carried the vase out to the hall and placed it on the little walnut table under the mirror.
She smiled at them. It had been a while since anyone had gotten her flowers, and they had never been as beautiful as this.
Smiling, she ran upstairs to get changed for lunch.
Amélie was cleaning the kitchen, and had Keane blaring from her stereo and was singing along loudly. She had a pretty decent voice - okay, it sure wasn't anything special, but she didn't break the windows. And she enjoyed singing.
She was wiping down the worktops when the doorbell sounded. She glanced at Jack, who was sleeping in his bed.
Rolling down her sleeves, she went into the hallway to answer the door.
When she opened it, she came face to face with a huge bouquet of red roses.
"What?!" she exclaimed, laughing.
There was a delivery guy behind the roses. "Amélie Grey?"
"Yes," she said, taking the flowers.
"Delivery," he said sheepishly, holding out a clipboard with a form on it and a pen.
Amélie balanced the roses in the crook of her arm and signed the clipboard awkwardly.
"Thanks," the guy smiled. "Happy Valentine's."
"Happy Valentine's," she said, closing the door as he walked up the drive.
She took the roses into the kitchen and looked at the card.
Amélie, will you be my Valentine? Love... : P
She laughed. Only Lucas would put in that little text thing.
As she snipped the ends of the 24 roses and arranged them in a vase, her mobile rang.
"Heya," she said.
"Did you get the flowers?" Lucas asked.
"Yes I did, they're beautiful," she said. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you like them," he said. "Happy Gay Day."
She laughed. "You too. How has your morning been?"
"I had an autopsy to perform and Mel had to comfort a hysterical widow. Imagine losing someone on Valentine's Day."
Amélie bit her lip. "That's horrible."
"I know," he said. "She was heartbroken, God love her. Anyways, how has your morning been?"
"I cleaned," she grinned.
"What, you?"
"Hey!" she laughed. "I am a very clean person!"
"I know," he laughed. "I'm only joking. It's just your room is usually a complete tip every time I've seen it."
"Creative chaos," she smirked.
"Definitely," he laughed. "Anyways, I gotta go, Mel is looking at me like she's going to murder me. I'll meet you at the restaurant at 1.30, okay?"
"See ya," she said, smiling. She hung up and finished arranging the roses and foliage in the clear fluted glass vase.
She carried the vase out to the hall and placed it on the little walnut table under the mirror.
She smiled at them. It had been a while since anyone had gotten her flowers, and they had never been as beautiful as this.
Smiling, she ran upstairs to get changed for lunch.