Amelia's POV
"Amelia do you want a snack or something?" Clayton asked me.
"Yeah, a bottle of water please" I said
We were on the plane on the way to Paris.
"Oh and one of these packets of mini pretzels, please" I said.
"Okay" he smiled.
Peter and James were sat on the other side of the aisle to us.
The seating was two seats, then four seats, then two in a row across the plane.
Clayton and I were sat in the set of two seats, me by the window.
"Here you go" said Clayton handing me the water and pretzels.
"Clayton?" I asked as I opened my bottle.
He looked at me with a stupid face, his eyebrows raised and made a muffled grunting sound.
"You know how Bella was at our house the other day?" I said.
"Amelia, I know where you’re going with this, why don't you just ask me straight out
