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Amilia's room is not exactly the kind of room you would expect the daughter of a rich family would be like.

The room was somewhat big. The walls were a shade of a deep dark purple. The floorboard was a dark brown and clothes were strewn all over it. A Twin bed lay at the far corner of the room, it was decorated with black and white pillows and blankets that looked like they were just thrown onto the bed. A flat screen TV sat at the wall across from the bed. A few cushions and bean bags were placed in front of the TV instead of a couch. She had a PS3 and Wii to go with her Television set. There's a window at the back of the room and sitting under it is a desk that had drawings and sheet music scattered on top. Her closet is right next to her bed. Her guitar is lying flat on is back on the bed. And finally, a door to her personal bathroom was carved into the wall right next to her TV.

We hobbled all over the institute asking people where Amilia was. No one bothered to tell us though. Eventually, we got one of the workers tell us where her room was. As we approached her room, our heart began to beat faster and faster. We were just a few feet away, when I stopped. I turned my head toward Mark's and said, "You know... maybe this isn't such a good idea. She may be... busy... or sleeping..."

"Shoot goddammit!" One of her teammates refused to shoot, instead he ran away. Amilia followed after him but she had to shoot off the enemies that were following. Suddenly her character fell onto the ground and the words, 'GAME OVER' flashed in big red letters. She rested the controller on the floor and laughed. What a relief it was to finally get the weight of the conflict between her and the boy off her shoulders.

I gave one final pull, it was enough that i managed to hit the door with my fist once before Zack gave a stronger pull, and we stumbled sideways, tripping on each other and falling.

"Uh... Well... We just wanted... to uh... see how you were doing. We saw what that boy did to you in the kitchen." I smiled at her. I knew my face must have been bright red.

I vigorously shook my head, nearly bumping Mark's. "N...No, We just thought that... We just wanted to..." I took a deep breathe and continued. "You looked hurt so we stopped by to make sure were alright."

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from grinning, and our body was shaking very slightly while I held back a giggle. It went unnoticed by Amy, but Zack could feel it, so he reached behind us and gave my side a sharp pinch, causing us both a bit of pain. I took it as a sign to keep my mouth shut and give him a moment.

Now it was Amilia's turn to blush. She was called many things but none of them was 'pretty'. Some call her sporty, artistic, talented, even scumbag... But pretty? She wasn't even called beautiful before. Well her father tells her that loads of times but that did not count. "Me... pretty...?"