Amelia Dolan//A Dolan Twins Fanfiction

Francesca Dolores

"So, do you want to go out some time?" I ask, when I'm done my hot chocolate...(which not to mention, was very delicious.)
"You're so funny!" she says.
What?
I laugh, even though I have no clue what she's talking about.
"You should know the answer already!" she smirks.
Honestly though, I don't know where she is going with this.
"So is that a yes?" I ask.
She smiles.
"Of corse!"
She grabs a napkin from one of the coffee tables and whipes the top of my mouth.
"There was a little something on your mouth." she giggles.
Just my type...funny and cute.
You couldn't get a girl prettier than her.
"So, do you want to learn more about me? And I'll learn more about you!" I suggest.
"Wait until our date." she says.
She pulls be to the back of the shop, through doors and all that.
She takes her apron off, and is left wearing a long black shirt and leggings, but is still wearing her plain green hat.
She pulls me over to a table.
"Welcome to our date." she laughs.
"Now, sit."
Wait...this is our date? Already?
I sit.
She sits on the other chair.
"You're birthday is December sixteenth, nineteen ninety-nine." she says.
"And you are seventeen" she continues. "Your favorite number is forty seven and you weigh one hundred seventy three pounds."
I didn't know she was a fan.
I suddenly feel bad.

I know nothing about her, but she has every giving fact about me that she could possibly know.

"So...your nickname is Franny?!" I hesitate.

She laughs.

I sigh.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I just..it's just..."

"Just spit it out!" she demands.

"Well, I don't know anything about you!" I sigh.

"Well I'm not famous. I am a fan of some of your videos, so that's the only reason that I know all of this." she says.

She has a point.

This is my dream girl; the love of my life.

"So, can I ask some questions?" I ask.

"Of corse, silly!" she says.
I laugh.
"So, what's your last name? I know it's something with a 'D.'" I remark.
"Dolores." she answers.
"Cool..." I say. "When's you birthday?"
"March twenty-sixth, two thousand and one."

I look at her, and our eyes lock.

There are a couple awkward moments of silence.

I suddenly remember Amelia.

This 'Franny' girl got me so off guard....which in this case, is a good thing.

I completely forgot all about Amelia and all of the stress going through my little mind.
This girl is the one; I just know it.

Suddenly, a really big enranged looking man comes barging through the doors.
Francesca hesitates, and jumps up.

He looks really mad.

My heart begins to beat really fast.