Amelia woke lying on the floor of Hilly's and Tweek’s apartment. She remembered Hilly handing her the big comfy pillow but not the quilt that now covered her. An arm trailed off the edge of the sofa a few inches from Amelia’s nose. Tweek’s arm, judging by the tattoo circling the wrist and the exotic perfume, faint but enduring.
Amelia looked around and found Hilly hanging off three sides of an overstuffed chair. The smell of pizza still lingered in the air and a pile of crumpled tissues testified to their satisfaction with the movie.
Pizza, Amelia decided, was a perfect food. Right up there with chocolate. It hadn’t stopped her missing Luke, but it did fill the hollow spots in her stomach. If she couldn’t be with Luke, this was sure as heck the next best thing. She didn’t remember Tweeks
