Steering Charter School

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

For all I know, that's what you do when you're with your own friends. A sobering thought, enough to stifle even a couple of her giggles. As Amelia made her way through the room to find her twin, she could hear snatches of the rumors here and there; each one was more outrageous and disgusting then the last. I'll start my own counter rumors. That'll show them. A few good ideas were all popping into her head, not all of them being entirely faux, either; she was frowning by the time she found Emerson. He was alone, leaning against one of the walls, but still within easy sight of the television. Her frown flipped into a smile when she spotted him, and Amelia nearly dashed forward. He greeted her with a chaste kiss on her cheek.

"I've been looking all over for you, Amelia; where did you go?"

"I told you before, I was taking a little breather."

"For two hours?"

Emerson raised an eyebrow; he was unimpressed at Amelia's lack of lying skills. Or rather, her lack of ability to lie to him. She sighed a moment later and hugged him for silent forgiveness, recognizing that she was caught; Amelia rested her head on his chest when Emerson's arms came around her. Forgiven, good.

"I'm going to go get something to eat, with Draco; you should come, Em; it'll be more fun with you."

He wasn't about to let his mei-mei off alone with that psycotic a*****e; Emerson nodded. After all, what choice did he have? Someone had to keep her safe, since she never did. Amelia smiled and kissed his cheek before pulling out of his arms. She laced her fingers through his and lead him back out of the common room to Draco who was checking his time piece in apparent annoyance.

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

A Mercedes? Guess they aren't as well paid as Daddy would have us believe. He makes it out like they're all driving Rolls Royce and eating off of solid gold plates. But then, Amelia knew better then to accept everything her dear old Daddy spouted; he liked to embellish the truth.

"Jack, definitely."

"What? No, Bell."

Amelia grinned and transferred her hand from Emerson's hand to his waist, leaning into her dearest brother's side. Her happy mood drained away somewhat with the mention of kissing Emerson; the smile flipped into a frown as she climbed into the car. Macking? With Emerson? Never! The very thought of incest made her ill, despite any actions in the past and hopefully in the future. She forewent a seat belt and snuggled into the crook of Emerson's arm happily; she loved just being near him, in his arms. It made Amelia feel...safe.

"No question to it, Em, we want a nice, big burger; something to really wrap our hands around. Driver! The Jack on Main and Third, and be quick about it."

Amelia giggled.

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

Only a Brabus? What a joke. Amelia hung onto Emerson for dear life as Draco yanked the Brabus through serious twists and turns, just this side of the structural and maneuvering limits. He said she again; I wonder who's car this is. Probably a teacher he likes to ********. Maybe I should start ******** some of them; get me a use a of car. An idle fantasy. She caught herself on the seat in front of her, preventing her from flying through the forward windshield.

"Twenty pounds worth of meat and starches, please."

Amelia dug the bills out of her uniform's pocket, passing them up to Draco through the split in the seats. Daddy had wired them their allowance for the month; it made her feel generous. Beside her, Em was staring at his twin in silent incredulous. Amelia smirked, and settled back into him.

"I'm hungry, alright? It happens, you know."

"Yeah, like once a year."

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

Amelia was already chomping on one burger and had most of it devoured by the time Draco killed the engine, at the park; beside her, Emerson kept sneaking looks at his twin. Inside, Amelia was laughing at him. He's seen me before like this; I wonder what he thinks is different. Probably the fact that Draco's here. She grinned; he really did not like Draco. Amelia passed up a burger and fries to Draco.

"Ici. Even drivers get hungry. Or so I've been told. Can you turn the music down? It's giving me a headache."

She finished her burger in silence, baling up the paper and putting it to one side. Amelia would probably regret the food later, but for now, she was starving. Her hand brushed Emerson's as she reached for a fry, from the back. She smiled at her twin, drawing a reluctant smile back from out of him. Why can't he relax for just five minutes? Oh well. Amelia knew he'd be calm that night; it was a Friday. Amelia always sneaked into Emerson's room on Friday, to sleep with him, as his roommate always was out with a girl or another. It was comforting, to hear her other's breath so close to her; it was the only time that Amelia could sleep soundly.

"Hypothetically, let's say I changed my mind and joined your band. What kind of music would we play?"

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia

Amelia was silent for a spell, munching on her second round of fries. She shook her head, still chewing; luckily, Emerson knew exactly what she was going to say and became her voice.

"So called 'pop' is not music. It is the horribly disfigured, radiation-child of Classical Music. It is what happens when the b*****d son, Jazz has a child with the disowned daughter, Rock. If only Jazz had mated with the first born, Opera. So much heart-ache and idiots would've been saved."

He shook his head sadly and reached for a second burger, passing a third one to his sister. Amelia unwrapped it, but didn't bite into it immediately, savoring the sight of the cheese dripping its promises of calories. Second best burgers I've ever had. Almost as good as Daddy's off the grill, with Mud. That had been a good day for the twin's; they'd been home for a week during the winter trimester and had enjoyed the finer things of life for a while, including the finest heroin. After all, it was just Daddy's money; who needed to be frugal?

"Definitely not vocals. I have an okay voice, but magic fingers, as Em would say."

She giggled and bite into the burger, the juices bursting in her mouth. So, so, so good!

[I completely agree with Draco on the pop thing. It is...disgusting.]

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

"I've heard it more then once; calling it average is being too kind, Draco. It really is atrocious."

Emerson laughed at the look Amelia was giving her, kissing his nose cutely. He stole a bite of the opposite end of her burger, grinning wickedly.

"Don't even give me that kind of a look, mei-mei; you know its true."

"Don't eat my burger and don't call me mei-mei. I bought you five."

"Yeah, but those are mine; that ones is yours...mei-mei."

Emerson's smile widened and he stole another bite from Amelia's sandwich. Just wait until tonight, Em; then who will be your darling little mei-mei? Not me. She scooted away from her twin to the other side of the spacious car's back seat to finish off the rest of her burger in peace. Amelia contemplated yet another one, but waved it off. Three is more then enough.

"Who were the other two? We might know them."

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

Amelia laughed the entire time, through every twist and dramatic yank of the wheel; if she were in her right mind, she'd probably have a thing or four to yell at Draco. As it was, she could tell Emerson was less then happy with their host.

"That was a hoot! We should do that again..."

"But not now. Draco, it's getting late and my sister needs her rest. Would you kindly take us back?"

Amelia made another face at her twin and the two had a quick, silent, debate. She sat back in her seat, her mirth gone. The words came grudgingly, but still they came. She kicked at an empty bag of their food wrapper's trash, angry at herself for loosing.

Em's right, Draco; we need to go back."

 

[The Diamond God]

Amelia Valentine

"Probably in a couple of days; the staff doesn't really care what we do in a commons room, so long as we slip them the right...incentives. You'd be surprised what kind of s**t these teachers have themselves hooked on. Its disturbing and intriguing all at once."

Emerson laughed and helped his unstable twin out of the car. He held her steady with an arm wrapped around her waist, Amelia's head resting on his shoulder. She grew more and more steady as they walked a few paces behind Draco. They stalled at the door to the male's dormitory wing, allowing him to get good and well ahead of them before going inside themselves.

Silently, they padded down the hallway until they reached Em's room; he let them in with his key, locking the door behind them again. As usual, his roommate was out with some girl of his, and would stay out until probably the morning. Good Her back to Emerson, Amelia stripped out of her uniform. She crawled into his twin bed, pulling the sheets over her slender form. A few moments later, she felt the bed move as Emerson
climbed in beside her, felt him pull her against him.

"That Draco fellow....Amelia I don't want you seeing him again. He's bad news."

"Oh, he's not all bad, Em. You saw him tonight, how he acted. Like the perfect gentleman."

"That's exactly it, sister. Boys don't act like that unless they want something from you, and rumors don't spring up for nothing. Do you know what they were..."

Amelia couldn't stand it anymore. Here she was, having a perfectly nice time (finally!) with her twin to end a perfectly nice evening. And once again, Draco was interrupting it. She sighed, stopping Emerson's train of words with that simply exhalation.

"Can we just drop it, Em? Not now, please."

He was silent for a time, before drawing her back into with new conversation; Emerson loved the way his sister sounded when she was tired: sexy and exhausted, all at once. His own personal Monroe. Quietly they started to talk about the future, imaging a time when they weren't bogged down at SCS. They both agreed that it would be best to travel to a distant land, somewhere exotic like Romania, or Russia. This began to blossom into a lazy romance about the adventures that would befall the twins upon their arrival, how the King would act (mercifully), how the people would behave (foreignly), how the royalty would look (handsome). These were all stock elements from their childhood, but they sounded even better when Amelia recounted it just for the two of them.

As she spoke, Emerson kissed the back of her neck, moving his hand around to the front of her body. A different country. Amelia's bosom was soft and round; as deftly as he could, he edge his hand between her breasts and opened out his palm so that her left breast was resting there. He felt its weight shifting in his hand, but his sister continued to talk, ignoring him. Emerson touched her more forcefully so that he was actually touching her rather then grazing against her or brushing her by mistake. This was a big difference. Emerson could feel a layer of gristle just beneath the smooth skin. Amelia seemed not to notice that, nor the fact that Em was barely listening to the story anymore. All he could hear was the dreamy tone in her voice, and that she was not telling him to stop. Amelia's breasts had always fascinated Emerson, even when they were barely more then a couple of mosquito bites. As she lay on her side, gravity pulled them both towards the bed. He stopped, and rested, listening.

"...And Clement the Prince raises his arm above the lists, where the two knights are about to joist for my favor. Don't stop. But he knows, secretly, that it is he who should be fighting for us, and this awful knowledge shows in the trembling of his hand. He drops the handkerchief and the fight begins. Emerson. The white and the black knight gallop towards each other as we watch from the mirador. What if the black knight prevails?"