Forever - Chapter Seven

Quick side note, when I describe a character "morphing" clothes onto their body, it looks similar to a sailor moon transformation all at once and without the fancy poses. Thought that might help. And if any text is underlined and not italicized, that means more than one person is speaking at a time.




"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment first, to let go of life finally, to take a step without feet..." -Rumi




'~-Amelia-~'




May 17th, 2003




Last night I dreamt about the moment our first kiss happened. I remembered clear as day how the spring breeze chilled my feathers and how in the seconds that our lips connected, I knew that he was always meant to be mine. That day appeared to be so far from the present, but, at the same time, it could have been last Tuesday. 


When I came to, I leaped out of my comfortable, white mattress and hurried down the hall. As I passed Spencer's room, I peeked through the crack in the door, not shocked at his absence. When I entered the living room, I expected my boyfriend to be waiting for me to be awake. However, his presence was missing from the small home.


"Spencer?" I called out his name, sitting down on the leather couch. A note abruptly appeared in the palm of my hand, written on a yellow sticky note.


"Have a couple of things planned, just resume your routine. Will see you soon. <3" 


I sighed, placing the note down on one of the end tables. I had some things to do today, anyway. 


I swiftly made a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and ate my breakfast while checking on the children. Crystal, who was now four, was awake, playing quietly with her hot wheels as to not disturb her still sleeping brother. I silently awed at the situation, planting a quick kiss on my daughter's forehead before setting down my empty bowl of cereal.


"Do you want me to play with you?" I whispered, and she nodded enthusiastically, handing me a small, pink monster truck labeled "Madusa". 


I began to lead the toy around an imaginary track, making small engine noises as it went in circles. Crystal grabbed her own truck, which was green, and said "Grave Digger" on the side. She chased my truck with hers, giggling as her truck pounced on mine. 


"Boom!" She whisper-shouted, simulating an explosion. "I'm dead too!"


I laughed. "We both lose, sweetheart." Crystal nodded as if that was the point. 


Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and turned the screen on. It was a text from Matt.


"Sorry to ruin your anniversary but the council's gone haywire and we need you" It read.


"Hey Crystal, Mommy's gotta go to work, okay?" She nodded. 


"Will Nova come?" Crystal asked.


"In a minute, yes, they will." I kissed her forehead once more before making my way out of her room and into the kitchen. I summoned my dirty dish and set it down in the sink. I quickly morphed my pajamas into more suitable attire; a black leather coat with a white undershirt and light blue shorts.



As I appeared in the council room, I saw what my brother had been talking about. Every member was arguing at another, pointing fingers and raising their voices. My poor brother was sat in the corner, his wild eyes relieved when he saw that I had arrived to take his place.


"That's enough!" I commanded, and my friends stood in their place, silent. "What is this about?"


"Jordan said that less work needs to be put into our fighting programs-" Aiyanna, the leader of Guiaxemi, spat.


"I did NOT!" Jordan, the King of Thoranté, growled back.


"Both of you, STOP. You are bickering like CHILDREN." I hissed at both of them, which made them shut up. "Now, Jordan, tell me what you said."


He sighed. "I thought that we needed to take away the workforce for our fighting programs and put more into education." 


My eyes met his, even though I couldn't see them through the cloth wrapped around his face.


"Our education system is fine. We're not going to put more Magi into those roles unnecessarily."


Jordan nodded, lowering his eyes to the ground. "It was just a suggestion...."


I let out an annoyed sigh, turning to the rest of my council. "Alright. First of all, don't automatically yell at Jordan if he makes a dumb suggestion. I know he's annoying," I earned an offended look from him. "But we need to give him constructive criticism. Please."  All of them bowed their heads in understanding.


Mallie spoke up with a sigh. "We're sorry. Tensions have been high between kingdoms lately, so I guess the stress is getting to our heads." I smiled at her, nodding slightly,


"Oh, and happy anniversary. Matt told us." Scott told me, while Mallie, Brian, Aiyanna, Lena, and Jordan echoed him.


I lightly blushed, hiding my face away from the others. I glared in Matt's direction, only to find that he had disappeared, most likely only moments after I had arrived. 


Eventually, the meeting came to a close, and I arrived home around 4:00 in the afternoon. I was exhausted. As I flopped down on the couch, I noticed another note on the end table, this time scribbled on a piece of lined paper. I carefully opened it, recognizing Spencer's handwriting.


"Matt told me that today was stressful for you. Don't worry; I have a plan. Please be ready by 6:30 for our date! I love you." I smiled to myself, carefully folding the paper and setting it down on the couch. 


On my way to my room, I passed by the kids' room. In there was Nova, playing with both Derek and Crystal. They smiled and mouthed "good luck" at me. I was left a little confused as I entered my bedroom, closed the door, and sat down on my bed. The world around me blurred into nothingness as I became lost in my thoughts. The cool breeze of the outside world plagued my mind as time passed, and my breathing slowed.


The next time I was fully conscious, I was no longer on my bed, but in my bathroom with my makeup palette sprawled out on the sink. I shook my head, ignoring the odd predicament. I would address it later. The time was now 6:00, so I hurriedly brushed on some natural eyeshadow, dashed my face in foundation, and accentuated my eyelashes with mascara. 


Entering my bedroom once more, I opened the double doors to my small closet. I picked out a short red dress, swiftly morphing it onto my body. 



It was now 6:15, and I felt my anxiety lift, alleviating the pressure off of my heart. I was not going to be late. I slipped my flats on once the clock struck 6:30, and the door swung open almost immediately.



^He's wearing this but has the season one haircut.^




"You look very lovely, Amelia." Spencer grinned, taking me by the arm.


"And you look very handsome, Spencer," I replied as he led me to his car. I settled in the passenger seat and buckled the polyester seatbelt. We drove in comfortable silence, his hand respectfully placed on my knee. Eventually, we arrived, the fancy restaurant looming above us in a daunting manner. 


I was the first to exit the small car, in awe of how beautiful the place was. Its front was antique and unfamiliar, the brick only painted to look old. As we stepped inside, however, it was apparent that this place was anything but. The walls were decorated with portraits, trinkets, and paintings. People- humans- bustled about the place, each person having a unique mission in mind. Some were thinking about their date. Others thought about what they wanted to order. Very few minds were elsewhere, possibly escaping a boring tinder match.


"Reservation for Spencer Reid at 7:00?" Spencer's voice cut through my thoughts. The waitress nodded, bringing us to a seat near a window, potted plants evenly spaced in the sill. 


"Spencer, I," The waitress left us, and I breathed out a laugh. "This is amazing. I don't think I've ever been to a fancy restaurant." 


He looked shocked. "But- you're the queen. My preconception was that you had been to places like this at least a hundred times." Spencer and I chuckled.


"Well, I don't really go to fancy places because there isn't a reason to. Nobody invites me to places like this." I shrugged, picking up the menu and opening it.


"How many guys have you dated, if you don't mind me asking?" My eyes gazed at his.


"Besides you? Two, but they didn't last very long. The longest was just under a year."


"And neither one took you out to a high-end restaurant?" Spencer looked at me curiously.


"Nope. I guess they assumed the same thing you did." I smiled half-heartedly at him.


"I'll take note of that. You deserve to be treated to these places." My face contorted in shock. "What, do you really think that you don't deserve it?"


"I mean not really," I mumbled, looking at the floor in embarrassment.


"Amelia...." His hand traveled to mine, gripping it lightly.


Our waitress arrived, Spencer's hand swiftly pulling away from mine. I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss his touch.


"Hello, my name is Tola, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I get you started with a drink?" The woman grinned.


"Just water for me." Spencer politely told her.


"I'll have a sprite, please!" I chirped, and Tola smiled at me.


"I'll get to that. And are you two ready to order?" 


We glanced at each other, nodding at the same time.


"I'll have the chicken cordon bleu." He said.


"Same here." Tola nodded.


"I'll be right back with your drinks." She wandered off.


The sun finally set behind the horizon, and night came upon us as we turned in our check. Spencer and I walked out of the restaurant, smiles on both of our faces.


"Thank you for doing this for me," I told him.


"Of course. We aren't finished yet, though." He grinned mischievously and led me away from his car. We walked down the sidewalk, hands intertwined as small talk passed between us. After a few minutes, we arrived at a gazebo. Fairy lights danced across the interior, and a small stereo sat neatly on one of the handrails. 


I let out an audible gasp. "I love it, Spencer!" I dashed ahead of him, making him laugh as he caught up to me. He took my hand with his and rested his other hand on my side. We began to dance as soft music began to play, gently swaying in each other's arms. 


"Amelia," Spencer began, holding me close. Just in time for a headache, too. "I don't know where to begin."


"Before I met you, I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. Sure, I wanted, and still want, to be in the FBI, but that was my only plan. I only had one friend, but I've known her since I was a little boy and we didn't see each other often. Of course, you made a tremendous impact on my life. Well- I mean- you did make me realize that I wasn't who I thought I was, but even if you took the whole 'alien species' thing away you'd still play a major role in these past two years. When I met you my whole world turned upside down. When I met your family I could almost call them my own. Normally, I absolutely hate change, I'm sure you know that. However, I've been thinking. For a while. And I realized that the change you bring to my life is something that I want to have-" He paused, taking my hand and getting down on one knee. "-forever."


A gasp escaped my lips once more as Spencer pulled a small box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a diamond ring. 


"Amelia Rae Divine, will you marry me?" I stood there in utter shock, words refusing to spill from my mouth. I felt three other presences with me. Were spirits here, watching me being proposed to?


Finally, after a long moment, I forced myself to speak.


"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"


His hazel eyes sparkled with delight as he slipped the ring onto my finger. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, tears starting to stain my cheeks.


"Oh my Irene, I'm getting MARRIED."





"We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call it love—true love." -Robert Fulghum

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