The date started with them eating at the local diner (it was closest). And from there, the two walked down to the only bar in town.
That would have been fine, but, it was Amelia's first time drinking. After only a few drink, she was already drunk.
Andy, not wanting Amelia to embarrass herself, called a taxi to take them home. He was disappointed that the night was cut short, but should have expected it.
Andy carefully helped Amelia inside, since she was having trouble walking straight. Once inside, Amelia turned to look at Andy, wrapping her arms around his neck., pulling herself closer to him. Automatically, Andy wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close.
When she pressed her lips softly against his, Andy pulled away. “Mia, you're drunk.”
“I'm not going to take advantage of you like that.”
Amelia adopted a pout that Andy found adorable. He tried harder to not give in to what she was doing, nor what he wanted to do back to her. After a few minutes of arguing to himself, Andy just gave up.
With a smile that said she won, Amelia pulled Andy along upstairs to the shower...
It was nearly dawn when Amelia and Andy curled up together on the sofa. Amelia wasn't sober yet, though wasn't quite as drunk, and Andy is scared to leave her alone.
“Amelia, can I ask you a question?”
Amelia nodded her head.
Andy fidgeted for a few seconds before asking. “Do you know who killed Melissa Rose?”
Several minutes go by before Amelia answers, her voice just barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
Feeling slightly bad for what he was doing, Andy wrapped his arm around Amelia, and pulled her close, hoping that she wouldn't remember any of his questions. “Who?”
“Promise you won't tell?”
Andy crossed his fingers. “Promise.” Andy's new boss at the police station promised him a promotion, and a huge raise if he could get the answers to the last murder in Riverview.
“Do you remember Marley Madison?”
“Marley killed her? I thought they were dating?”
“No, he didn't kill her. That little girl that the Madison's adopted, Hannah, killed her. She blackmailed Marley into dumping the body.”
Andy waited to see if Amelia would say anything more. When she didn't, he voiced his next question. “Amelia, what were you doing in the woods?”
“I was planning on killing myself.”
“I-I don't want to talk about it.”
Knowing he'd get nothing else, Andy let the subject drop. Hearing a yawn, he sent Amelia off to bed, deeming it safe for her to go by herself. Besides, he wasn't ready to let her sleep with him.
Amelia yawned again before she slowly got to her feet and walked to her own bedroom.
Andy wasn't planning on going to bed. He had work in a couple hours, and he wanted to forget nothing. He also didn't want to disappoint his father by ruining this job opportunity. Not after everything his father went through - the favours, bribes – to get the job.
Amelia woke to an empty house, and a terrible headache. She could remember bits and pieces of the night before. Enough to know what happened when they had arrived home, something that caused her face to rival her hair in colour (though you could argue her hair was more orange then red). She could remember talking to Andy on the couch, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember what the topic was.
Instead of dwelling on the disaster of the night, Amelia chose to forget it. She now slightly understood why her father refused to let her drink, other then the occasional glass of wine as a teen.
Beginning a new painting helped Amelia's headache. She was getting better at her painting as wel, and had made the decicion to start selling what looked good. It would help with the income, since Andy's business job wasn't pulling in much.
It didn't feel like long before it was getting dark. Amelia heard the front door open, alerting her to the fact that Andy was home. She expected him to come upstairs, like usual, so she carefully put her paint things away, and waited.
Ten minutes passed and no sign of Andy prompted Amelia to go find him.
Andy was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. Amelia sat down next to him, and waited silently.
She didn't have to wait long.
“I'm sorry Amelia. That shouldn't have happened.”
Thinking he was talking about their 'shower' last night, Amelia wasted no time in taking half the blame. “Don't apologize Andy, my fault too.”
Andy just shook his head and got up.
Weeks went by rather slowly. Andy continued to ask seemingly innocent questions that Amelia hesitantly answered. They went out a couple more times, and officially started to date. Then, when Amelia got sick, Andy called a stop to going out for supper, thinking that she just had food poisoning. He promised her that once she got better, they'd go out to see a movie. Anything that Amelia wanted.
But Amelia didn't get better, though didn't get worse. Finally, Andy took her to the hospital. It didn't take long for the doctors to tell them what was wrong. Amelia was pregnant.
Shocked, Andy chose to walk home while Amelia took a taxi.
When Amelia got home, she noticed the door was wide open, when she remembered locking it before leaving. A young girl stepped out and gazed at Amelia. “Nice to see you again, Amelia.”