|For the third time
Author: gleek2 PM
All Amara Helfer was looking forward to was going to this wedding and getting it over with, just for her mom. But when an unexpected surprise comes from the groom, how will she react. And how will this familiar face make the situation better?Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,418 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 12-22-11 - Published: 12-15-11 - id: 7640100
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Chapter Two: Oh, my bad
Let's get back to the story, shall we? Ah, yes. When Phil and Amara meet at the wedding scene...er...sort of. One of my favorite parts.
"Oh, shit." she said, rocking back on her heels. Whistling began to come out of her mouth, the image of youthful innocence trying to be displayed. "Hey, Mr. Wenneck! DOUG! And you must be Stu."
Doug smiled. "Amara! My little second cousin/soon-to-be-nieceish person. How are yah?"
She shrugged. "Alright. Tired, worn out. Excited, though. Especially!"
"Yes, I am Stu. How'd you...?" began Stu, looking at the eighteen-year-old with a bit of curiosity.
He, first, noticed the eyes. Phil's eyes, eletric blue with an extra shock of life to make anoyone stare at them for days on end. Also, she had Phil's bronze hair, but it was very straight. Pin straight, actually. Lauren had said, since she was one of the bridesmaids, that her hair had no split end damage. Interesting, right? Stu found the girl interestingly familar, everything about her. Including the mouth, very open.
"Ehh, I'm smart. Get it from my mom, also with about everything else. I believe you're a dentist, too? Aunt Alice told me you were, I just didn't believe her until she called your phone a few days ago and it said 'Divine Dentistry'. Proved me wrong." she replied, babbling a bit. A lone piece of hair entangled itself aroudn her finger as she twirled it. A nervous twitch.
She finally turned to Phil, nervously smiling. "Mr. Wenneck." she cleared her throat. "Umm...I was talking about another Phil Wenneck, that was a teacher of mine and that pissed me off...ummm...OH! Pointy object, hurtling right towards us!" She pointed to something in the sky, causing everyone to look where she was pointing. While they were easily distracted, she took the moment too run away from the scene of the crime and hope to never come back.
That sucks, right? Being caught talking about your history teacher? Especially this important history teacher.
Anyway, she ran rather quickly(while of course tripping over a few things like dust and the air) to the kitchen. Her hide away, her safety harbor. And when she got there, a surprise was waiting. A man with deep black hair, chopped cleanly out of his face, and chocolate brown eyes was standing in the kitchen drinking what seemed like Gatorade. He was rather tall and well muscled. A black, long sleeved shirt covered his chest, while denim straight jeans and black vans convered the rest.
This man is important, let me tell you. Very important.
"Uncle Adam?" asked Amara, her left eyebrow raising slightly.
The man turned slightly towards her, his eyes and mouth smiling at her. "My little niece!" he said, with a slight accent.
When Adam Helfer was about seven, he was shipped off to the U.K. to live with his grandparents. He grew up there, even got the accent, and came back down in highschool. He then exceeded in football and soccer(which was called football in the U.K. if you didn't know! I know ya'll there do...since you like there...I'll stop babbling now) and even went out of his way to pass high school as the Valadictorian.
Yeah, that's right. And now he's a lawyer, and married to a great woman. She had auburn hair and crystal blue eyes.
Her maiden name was Shellie Wenneck.