We've been both drinking pretty quickly and a bit heavily. Emma has been totally into the game. She's in the bathroom right now, I guess I'll check my phone for any new texts. I've still got to find a way to bring up and steer the conversation toward her friend and Spencer.
It feels like I'm breathing heavier than normal, stupid vodka, stupid phone, stupid Emma, being pretty and so nice to me.
Oh right, phone.
I've got a few messages actually.
There are a few from Josh and Kelly, even Charlie.
Let's check in on Josh first.
"Hey bro you didn't invite me to your game, I wanna play l4d2"
"Sorry bro, playing with Emma right now." I text back.
What about this fucking guy.
Stupid Kelly.
"My mom took away my computer because I had hentai on it."
"I fucking hate my mom, I wish I was born in Japan."
Bro, I don't think your moms the problem.
"damn, that sucks." I text back.
Think I just heard the toilet flush? Did Emma say she wanted to play another game; I can't remember.
Looks like Anna just messaged me when I went online.
"Hey Dan, you busy this weekend?"
I am busy, in fact, I'm very busy. Doing real busy person things.
"Did you write "Live, Laugh, Poop" on your mom's mural in the bathroom?" Emma is standing in front of me, her face looking amused and slightly embarrassed at my family's bathroom décor.
She looks so tall while I'm sitting on the bed like she's towering over me.
She looks like an angel when the light is cascading from behind her head, a beautiful, freckled angel.
"Maybe, who knows, could've been Thea," I reply before tossing my phone in my pocket.
"If all the Burks' family are that immature, I feel like I might stick out like a sore thumb." She says before sitting beside me.
She looks a lot more relaxed now like she's become better accustomed to the place, she's practically making herself at home.
She's leaning against the bed with her arms behind her back and staring up at the light.
"Am I fucking drunk?" She asks while staring at the ceiling.
"Is this how it feels? This is awesome, or maybe it's not. My stomach hurts, I can't eat a few antacids or some shit right, will that fuck with the alcohol, am I gonna be drunk forever?" She's rambling on while taking in the new experience.
"No, you big doofus, you're not gonna be drunk forever. If you stopped now you'd be sober in like, an hour, or two, or three, I don't know, it's like a unique thing for different people." I say while patting her head.
As I'm patting her head, she stops my hand on the top of her head, her fluffy hair strands are bending in all directions, and it feels warm and silky. Her soft hands begin to feel my hands as she brings my hand down to her cheek and rubs against it. Closing her eyes and feeling my hand slowly.
She's like a cat when you pet them.
Not that I mind.
She opens her green eyes and stares at me with a smile before letting go of my hand and reaching for her drink on the floor.
After she finishes taking a large gulp of her drink, she sighs, like it's the most refreshing act she's done in her lifetime.
"Oh hey, did you know this has pockets? Feel the fabric too, it's all smooth and shit." She moves and sways her dress back and forth, and forces me to touch her dress. It's soft and smooth. Definitely a fabric.
I don't know anything about fabrics man.
"Ahh, that shit hits the spot. Hey, what time is it, where is my phone? Hello? Phone? Where are you? Are you mad at me for neglecting you?" She starts looking from side to side, under her, at one point she tries to pick me up like I'm a piece of furniture and move me out of the way.
"You're gonna need to pack on a bit more muscle to lift me up like that," I say to her in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You just want me to manhandle you." She pauses and looks at me blankly.
"Woman-handle you." She says before flexing her arms and slapping her biceps.
"I think you'd like that more than I would," I say while feeling my face begin to smile.
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure. I bet you pocketed it, didn't you?" Emma begins feeling at my thighs and digging into my pockets.
Wait wait wait, I'm not ready for that. But I can't bring myself to stop her. She's staring up at me and smiling every time I make a jerking moment from the foreign sense of touch she brings.
"Oh, I'll check my bag." She switches faces from what looks like seduction to surprise in an instant and begins rummaging through her bag.
"Ha ha! I knew you wouldn't leave me like that." She says before tapping against her phone screen and reading what's on it.
"Fuuuuck, she's a dumb bitch." She lets out an exasperated sigh and drops her shoulders.
"My friend, if you can even call her that at this point is such a butt." She puts her phone in my face and starts tapping against it to show me the text.
I can't really read it though; the screen is directly against my eyeballs and all I see are the individual pixels that make up the screen.
"What happened?" I ask.
Right, we're supposed to talk about this.
"Well, fucking. That girl... So we made plans to hang out this weekend, and the last weekend, and the last weekend. We've been making plans for like a month now. But she never fucking goes through with it. it's always "I can't come" or "Spencer really needs me right now." and for what? She's losing me as a friend and probably being a cum guzzling bitch with him right now anyway." She's been talking with her hands and moving them every which way, before eventually throwing them up in the air when she's done talking.
That's a very passionate speech.
"Punch her like you'd punch me," I say while grabbing my drink from my foot.
I actually kind of like this gossipy side of her, she never talks about anything like this. And I'm not going to stop her from talking about Spencer right now.
"I fucking might... no, I won't." She looks sad and sounds defeated before laying down on the bed, and she brings her arm up to eye level to block the light from the ceiling.
"That Spencer dude is such a prick too. You remember him, right? He tried hitting on me when we first met. Then when I rejected him he started acting aggressively to me, and he's always making shitty little comments about me whenever he's around us. He probably keeps Carly away from me 'cause he's an insecure shrimp-dicked fucking idiot." She shoots up from the bed and is sitting across from me again.
I think she just wants to complain, I don't think she needs me to answer or give her solutions or criticism.
She's looking down and breathing louder than usual too.
"He's all, oh gingers don't have souls, like the fuck? It's literally just my skin color I just have a different skin pigment, with less melanin than normal. It's so fucking dumb." She finishes her drink.
"He's probably just mad he couldn't get you to begin with, and now he's dating Carly. He probably thinks he got a second place or some shit... I don't know, guys are dumb." I say while trying to be some sort of moral support to her.
"What kind of guy is he like?" I ask her, hoping to get some information about him.
She stops to think for a second.
"Well, we knew each other because we both play sports. I always used to see him ogling at me when school started, watching my body while I bumped the ball in volleyball or get ready to defend or some shit." She makes a disgusted face and a puking noise.
"He acted all nice up until I rejected him, I thought he was going to hit me or some shit, he argues with people too, and can't even have a conversation with Carly without him butting in and putting his two cents into every little fucking thing, he's always gotta be right."
Emma begins pouring herself a drink, and then again, she takes a large gulp. And pours some vodka into my cup without my consent and sticks out her tongue.
She looks over to me, who's sitting here listening and doing my best to just be there for her.
"Quit being so fucking cute." She says while looking at me.
"I'm literally just existing," I say back.
"Existing, cutely." She says immediately.
Let's steer the conversation back to Spencer before she gets any ideas.
"What kind of things does he do now? Is he still in sports?" I ask after drinking my now much stronger drink.
"ahh who cares about them, they can have each other, they're both pieces of work."
Well, I don't think we're going to get anywhere on this topic anymore.
Emma looks over at me, and it looks like her usual upbeat attitude is fading. She hesitates for a moment before starting to speak again.
"You know, no one ever stands up for me. They always act like I can do everything on my own, I've always had to do everything on my own so, that's probably why... but I was really grateful when you stood up for me, and when you came to my games to cheer me on. Everyone always has something else to do when it comes to me. My mom is a narcissist who only gives a fuck about herself, I never had a dad... I got no real family, I've always had to make my own family and... be this cheery person who people can rely on." She looks into my eyes for just a second, before looking back down.
"Even if I'm like this... Will you still be by my side? I'm not always super happy, and bubbly... but when I'm with you, I am." She looks to me for confirmation, her face is angled downward, with eyes upturned towards me.
Her serene and emerald eyes are looking at me, with that expression.
Again, I place my hand on her cheek, feeling the cliché feeling of this whole thing.
"Of course, there's nowhere I'd rather be."
For a second, it almost felt like her face became hotter, maybe it was just my imagination.
"Mm." She nods her head and again begins to smile.
"You fucking dork." She says and begins laughing.
"I'm not used to talking so much." She stands up and stretches her arms.
"You're the one who asked, I just answered honestly."
Emma looks back at me and sticks out her tongue.
She begins walking towards the door, before flipping off the light switch.
"Danny, can you close your eyes? Or turn the other way, for just a second, or don't look until I say it's okay." She says shyly while holding her arm and appearing small.
"Yeah, I can, just don't do anything weird to me while I'm looking away."
"I would never. Unless you were into that."
I turn and face my wall.
It's still illuminated from my TV screen, slightly, the room is mostly dark and filled with shadows that stretch across the wall.
Oh yes, this wall is definitely made of wall.
I can hear her moving around behind me, her steps creaking along the floorboards.
Why do I feel so excited? My heart is racing, what is she doing, just out of sight?
Let's just be calm, she's probably going to do something dumb, she always does something dumb.
That's right, Emma, sporty and silly Emma, flirty... Emma. Emma said, "I'm going to make breakfast." Emma said "Let's flirt after class.' Emma who gets touchy-feely with me whenever she can. That Emma, normal Emma shenanigans.
I close my eyes and feel a slight spin in my vision. Maybe I'm just a little drunk.
When I close my eyes, I'm reminded of the in-vicinity signal in the corner of my eyesight.
Right, I'm supposed to be getting information, I'm supposed to be... killing others, I'm supposed to distance myself from the people I love.
Ahh man, I feel like my heart just sunk for a second.
But my heart easily and metaphorically rises and floats again the second it does sink.
I feel a sudden weight on my head, I feel it, it's fabric, the same kind of fabric as Emma's dress.
"Dan... You can turn around now, but don't open your eyes yet, promise me you won't open them," Emma says in a low voice.
I listen, I abide, I'm being commanded.
I turn towards her, with my eyes closed.
It's like all my senses are heightened, each individual sound and smell that exists in my surroundings comes out in droves.
Emma takes a step forward, I can hear her moving along the floor, gently and slowly, until she's directly in front of me.
I can smell her perfume, and practically feel the warmth radiating from her body.
Her knee touches mine, and she moves back for just a moment, before moving into me, closer, and slower than before. But with confidence.
"Okay, you can open them." She says, now louder than before.
I'm looking downwards, I open my eyes. I see the soft sheen of her skin against the dull light in the room, her exposed legs directly in front of me. I begin to look up, slowly, taking in the view of her thighs. Against her soft skin, is the blackness of her gym shorts, tightly bound to her skin. The skin of her thighs bulges from the tightness of her shorts against them. I keep looking up, she's wearing a tank top and smiling widely at me.
"You thought I was gonna be naked, didn't you." She says and begins laughing quietly, snarking at me.
She pokes my forehead with her finger.
"Are you disappointed?" She says before sitting beside me on the edge of the bed once again.
"Yes, immeasurably," I reply to her with sarcasm.
"You ass." She says while giggling.
"No, you." Is all my mouth can speak?
I feel all sorts of emotions.
Turned on, weird, maybe slightly disappointed? No, not disappointed. I feel like this is her, in her element. As she always is.
While she's still laughing at her little joke, she places her leg over mine, directly across my thighs. The sudden heftiness feels, nice.
She plunges over the side of the bed, contorting her body to grab her drink, she finishes about half of it before handing it to me and saying through breaths:
"You finish it." and wiping her lips.
I comply.
Emma is staring at her wrist.
"Oh no, I put on this lipstick for you, I wanted you to take it off me." She says while looking at me like she's shocked and sad.
I can feel the weight of more than just her leg against mine, I could also feel the moment building between us. I feel like we've both been waiting for this moment for so long, and I could tell by the way she looks at me.
The soft glow from the TV casts across the room, Emma's perfume fills my nostrils. Her warmth radiates against me. I feel like I'm savoring the anticipation. Her lips look soft, she's pinning me down with her leg.
I place my hand on her thigh, barely moving an inch as I look toward her. Before I grab her small waist and pull her closer to me.
That's when she says:
"Fuck it." She moves closer to me, her face against mine.
She'd leaned in directly to me, with her eyes closed. I felt her fingers run through my hair, and as our lips met, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Her lips are soft and warm, and I could taste the bitterness of her lipstick on my tongue.
I wrapped my arms around her tighter, pulling her closer to me.
The sound of our breathing was the only thing I could hear, and it felt like time had stopped.
I pressed my hand firmly into her back, and she let out a small gasp.
I opened my eyes, and the sight of her beauty bathed in the soft light made my heart swell with emotion. Emma pulled away slightly, removing her leg from me, before getting on top of me now and then kissing me again, more urgently this time.
The softness of her lips and the warmth of her body, and the sound of us both had become more intense as she moved the bedsheets around with each movement. I grasp her hips as she became increasingly intense, when I did, she placed both of her hands on my face, with her face so close to mine. I can see her freckles sprinkled across her face.
There's the faint smell of alcohol I can smell as she breathes heavily against me, I probably smell the same way.
"I didn't think I'd have my first kiss while drunk like this. Danny, you naughty boy." She says in a low voice with half-closed eyelids and a sweet smile across her face.
"You knew this would happen, you got me drunk and everything," I reply to her.
"Nuh uh, I got me drunk, you were just caught in the crossfire." She says then stays silent for a second.
Then kisses me once more, savoring it.
"See, that's how you take initiative." She blurts out.
Emma grabs my hands that are around her waist and begins moving them up her back, up to her bra strap.
"Unhook it." She says while looking me in the eyes.
I fumble with it for a second, before I hear the snap of the hook coming undone.
She lowers the bra strap on her smooth shoulder, then on the other side.
Emma moves her chest closer to me.
"Now take off my bra." She says while flaunting her breasts in front of me.
I listen, I grab the cup of her bra and remove it from her tank top and feel the resistance of her shirt against the bra.
Emma moves her hair out of her face, then moves in once more for a kiss.
Her comment about me not taking initiative sort of stuck with me.
As Emma's coming in for a kiss, I grab Emma's waist and move her to the bed. She's laying on her back, with a surprised face. I move closer to her, now on top in the missionary position.
Emma speaks:
"Oh, finally taking control, huh? Not that I mind." She says before wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer with force and urgency.
She grabs the back of my head and kisses me, feeling her hands through my hair.
I can feel my heart racing with excitement.
Our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as we kissed passionately. I could feel myself losing control of the moment. The taste of her lips on mine was like nothing I'd ever experienced.
I moved my hand towards her side, moving aside her shirt and feeling her soft and delicate skin, when I glide my hand against her, goosebumps rise along her stomach. To compensate for the vulnerability, she moved my hand towards her face and placed it gently against her cheek before pulling back from my embrace.
She smiled up to me with her bright green eyes, her hair is a mess, and her shirt is halfway up along her stomach, leaving a trail of where my hand had just been. Her stomach and navel are exposed.
Emma holds my hand firmly, before calming down and holding my hand gently.
Then she takes my thumb, and places it in her mouth, licking the tip of my finger and slightly sucking on it, before biting it gently. I can see a stream of saliva connect my finger to her lips.
I move into her, losing control of my emotions to kiss her.
When I do, there's a slamming of my door.
And Emma both jerk up in the sudden shock and look to see who it is.
Who's disturbing us, who the, why, why God. Why? Is there a god?
Mom is standing in the doorway.
"Whoa, holy shit, I didn't mean to, shit. You two get decent, sorry, just, ah, fuck.' Mom looks like she's much drunker than we are, as she leans against the doorway.
"I'm fully clothed mom, I don't know how much decenter I can get," I say in a grumpy tone.
Emma stays silent, it was clear that I was just on top of her and she had her legs wrapped around me.
"Your buddy Austin's here, he's freaking out, I didn't mean to... Sorry, Emma." She says before slamming the door behind her.
Me and Emma look at each other, the moment is ruined.
God damn you Austin, god damn you Mom, couldn't you have waited like, 20 more minutes? 30? An hour? Couldn't you have shown up later, you dumb mother fucker Austin.
No, I'm drunk, I'm not thinking right. We shouldn't have been doing this anyway.
Emma looks at me with a blank face, before laughing out loud.
"Ahahaha you should see your face, it's okay, we'll continue later, why don't you go see your bro, first?" She says and before I pull away, she stops me and kisses me one last time.
"Don't keep me waiting too long, kay?" She says before covering herself up with the blanket nearby and laying her head on my pillow.
I get up, grumpily, and make my way toward the door, I look back one last time to Emma, she's now under the blanket and coiled up like a cocoon.
Stupid Austin.
I make my way downstairs and see Austin sitting at the dinner table.
He's slumped over with his head down, Mom's still watching a movie, but Dad isn't here.
"Your dad went to grab more beer, Austin's in the kitchen." She says without looking at me.
Maybe she feels awkward. I would if I were her.
Austin's breathing is labored, he's staring down and mumbling something, I don't know what he's looking at, probably the abyss.
I walk over to the kitchen and grab a cup from the cabinet and pour myself a cup of water.
Before I take a sip, I say:
"Hey bro, it's been a while, you doing alright?" I ask before I finish my water and go to sit across from him on the table.
"You should've texted me if you were coming by," I say while getting comfortable in the seat.
"I did." He says while still looking down. His hulking body looks like he wasn't meant to fit in a chair that small.
"Oh shit, sorry, I was a bit preoccupied."
Man, I didn't know, my phone was off, he hasn't even talked to me in like a week.
"Nah it's fine. Mom said you had a girl over anyway. Probably didn't have time for little old Austin." He says while sarcastically setting up for his next sentence.
Hey man, I'm feeling slightly resentful of you right now, how bout cutting me a little slack, is all I can think to myself.
"I texted you all week bro, and you never responded."
"Yeah, that's because I forgot my fucking charger at home. Bro, I haven't even gone home since I went to school last week, I'm fucking hungry. Dehydrated, and just fucking mad at myself." He says while slamming his fist into the wooden table.
"Don't fucking hit my stuff!" Mom yells from the living room.
"I'll come over there and smack the fuck outta you, you better smarten up Austin!" She says in a convincingly motherly tone.
"Sorry, Mom!" Austin yells out and begins to calm down and gather his thoughts.
"I couldn't go home. My dad would kick my ass if he knew I lost the truck. I went to Eli's a few nights ago to kick it with him. We were just partying all week, hitting the bottle and snarfing down some white lightning, and it's all a fucking blur dude. I'm so fucking tired. And hungry." He says while looking dizzy and upset. He does his best to stand up but falls back into the chair.
He's clearly in a daze, probably hunger pangs from coming down from whatever the fuck he was doing.
"Well, fuck. I'm sorry bro, let's get you something to eat." I say while walking towards the fridge. After searching around in the fridge for a bit, I see a day-old bowl of spaghetti that's been covered up and begin heating it in the microwave.
Austin stays quiet while I make him something to eat.
"I'm a dickhead. I'm so fucking stupid bro." Austin says quietly.
I've heard that tone of voice only a few times in the past, Austin's holding back some really strong emotions. It sounds like he's going to cry any second.
"How'd you lose your truck?" I ask while trying to come up with a solution to help him out.
"Eli's uncle is a prick, he said he was gonna "borrow" it to go buy some more coke, then he just fucked off. Left me hanging at Eli's then came back with no truck and no coke." He's speaking quickly and seriously while shaking his head back and forth.
The ringing of the microwave lets me know it's done, and I place the bowl in front of him.
"Well, let's figure out how to get it back after you get something to eat, you need some water, too?"
"Yeah, could probably drink a gallon of water right now."
I turn on the main kitchen light and grab him the largest cup we have and fill it to the brim with water.
After looking towards Austin, his clothes look dirty, there are white and dark red streams across the neck of his shirt. He was probably blowing his nose after doing coke and couldn't change his clothes. His hair is a mess and his face is covered in a layer of grease, or sweat.
"Those girls too, they just wanted to use me for drugs. They didn't give a fuck about me. No one gives a fuck about me." He says while stirring the pasta together with a fork I'd gotten him, mixing the sauce and picking up the pasta with it.
"Besides you, you're probably the only one who would check up on me. Fuck, I'm just a piece of shit." He says before scarfing down the water and eating like it's the first time he's ever seen food and water.
We go back and forth on the truck topic and me reassuring him he isn't a piece of shit before Mom comes into the kitchen to check up on us.
"Don't be so hard on yourself boy, we all make mistakes. You can't let that control your life, eat your damn food and we'll find a way to get your truck back." Mom says before leaning up against the counter.
"I've known you since you were just a little bastard, now you grew up to be a big bastard, I know you ain't gonna let this get to you too much," Mom says while walking over to Austin and patting him on the back and then bringing him in for a hug.
She never did that to me before, maybe that's why I turned out the way I did. Not the best time to think about parental resentment though.
"Yeah man, we'll figure it out. And if worse comes to worst, you can live in the basement when your dad kicks you out. Fuck 'em' anyway, he's always been a prick." I say while sitting across from him.
Austin's face looks like it's about to be wet with tears.
"Sorry for showing up like this mom, and Dan, Mom said you had your girlfriend over, is that Emma?" He asks me, probably trying to change the subject.
"You're always welcome in our home, my boy, like I always told you, we aren't rich, but we're rich in love." She says before giving him one more hug and walking towards the kitchen sink to grab herself some water.
Mom looks drunk as hell too.
I thought she'd be screaming at us.
"Yeah, Emma's upstairs," I confirm to him.
After Mom's done drinking her water, she grabs the last beer from the fridge.
"Yeah, she's quite the looker, isn't she? Austin you little cock block." She says before laughing.
She's probably trying to lift the mood in the room.
Austin laughs back.
"Man, this guy wasn't gonna get any pussy anyway, he's a pussy himself." He says before closing his eyes and laughing with Mom.
Mom offers him her beer after she takes one more shot, he takes it and finishes it.
"You gotta fill that gut with food not a beer you fuckhead, if you ain't eating it I'm going to," I say to him while trying to grab the bowl from across the table.
"DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING FOOD!" he yells out before pulling the bowl closer to him and laughing again.
As Austin's eating, Dad enters the house stumbling, and carrying a case of beer.
He walks towards the kitchen loudly.
"Oh, look who the fucking cat dragged in. How are you doing son?" Dad's deep voice echoes through the kitchen.
"Worse, now," Austin says back to him.
"Hun, how much beer did you grab? You might need to grab more; we got a guest. A welcomed one, at that, so don't be an asshole." She says to Dad and winks at Austin.
"I'm always nice to the boys, try to be anyway, I thought I grabbed too much, guess we got enough," Dad says before tossing the beer into the fridge.
He tosses one to me as he's packing them away.
"You're gonna get drunk as a teen anyway, you might as well do it at home," Dad says and gives me a nod, I nod back.
When he's finished, he makes it way to the living room and continues the movie they were watching.
"Oh fuck, hun, I forgot to bring a beer, can you bring me one," Dad yells from the kitchen.
"Get it yourself!" She says in a joking tone before grabbing one for herself and Dad and walking to the kitchen.
Thea comes running down the stairs when mom yells, probably excited from the door slamming, kids love it when the doors open and close for some reason.
She looks at Mom and dad, then at me and Austin. Every one of us has a beer.
"Hey, what the fuck, if he's allowed one, I want one too." She says while trying to grab the beer from Dad's hand, over the back of the couch.
"Hey, you're still a kid, ain't no way." He says before swatting Thea's hand away.
"Cheap ass old man." She says before coming to speak obscenities to me and Austin.
I pre-emptively walk past her to go check in on Emma. I don't need to be annoyed by my little sister too.
As I walk upstairs, Emma is still hiding under the blankets.
Walking closer to her, she pops just her head out of the blanket in a swift movement and stares at me blankly.
"What, can't a girl get some beauty sleep around here?" She snickers and laughs.
"Kidding, how's your bro? Is he dying? He'd better have a broken arm or collapsed lung for him to interrupt us like that, or I'll give him some severe injury myself." She says while looking frustrated.
"No, he's just having a meltdown, his truck got stolen and he's coming down from something. Probably coke." I say while sitting down on the bed.
"Mom asked if you wanted to come downstairs?" I ask while pulling at the blankets to rouse her from her rest.
Emma immediately stands up on the bed, with the blanket shrouded over her face, blocking her facial expression, before jumping down to me and covering me in the blanket.
"Ahhh you're warm, my feet got all cold." Emma begins wrapping her cold feet into my ribs and holding my neck in a choke hold to keep me from running away.
"God you're evil, get your stinking foot off me." I wrestle with her for a second before emerging from the blanket and getting a breath of fresh air.
Emma's laughing her ass off in her cocoon.
"Okay, I'll come downstairs. But I'm not dressed. You have to get me dressed."
She's sitting up, coiled up in a blanket with only her face sticking out.
Emma is swaying a bit back and forth, looking straight ahead as though her eyes are having trouble focusing.
"Maybe not. You should sleep, you look drunk." I say while attempting to leave the room.
"You ain't my mom, I'll do what I want. Gimme your shirt." Emma comes running at me from the bed, pulling off my shirt and putting it on, it all happened so fast. How can she move so quickly?
I didn't resist very much, though.
My shirt looks a few sizes too large on her, it's baggy and stretches down to her thighs. I know she's wearing shorts, but it looks like she's completely naked since you can't see them anymore.
"You want my pants too?" I ask before grabbing another shirt from my dresser.
"No, I got some, you know I'm prepared, I got, like, it all. I was ready for this." She says before pulling some leggings out from her bag and plopping them on, sloppily.
She stands up straight after getting dressed and asks:
"So, how do I look?" She spreads her arms out widely before grabbing the collar of my shirt and sniffing it.
"Heh, it smells like you."
There's something about a girl wearing your shirt, some primordial emotion that I can't begin to explain.
"You look great."
"Good, what does your mom want again?"
"I think she's just old and lonely and needs company from people other than my dad."
"Hey, don't say that about your mom, you should be happy she wants to spend time with you."
"You're right, let's head downstairs then." We make our way downstairs to join in the conversation with everyone else.
We spent probably 2 hours with them, talking about all sorts of things.
Austin telling stories about our childhood to Emma, and my mom doing the same.
Like that time, I and Austin found an old pair of shoes, covered it in hand sanitizer, and lit it on fire at school, it was our version of "Hot potato.". Or that time mom found us roleplaying the famous door scene from Titanic and called us little fruits for doing so.
It was nice, even though Emma had to learn more about me than I'd hoped.
After we'd spent enough time with them, Emma and I went back upstairs.
Nothing else happened, really. We lay down together and fell asleep.
When I woke up, Emma was holding my hand and my arm had lost all circulation from her big head. It was worth it though.
And she, in fact, did not make breakfast as she'd proudly proclaimed in the middle of our chemistry class, she was hungover and slept until 2 PM.
She stayed over for the majority of Saturday before I walked her home, her mom was pissed at her too.
Her mom screamed:
"Where the fuck's my vodka you stupid little bitch!" Among other hideous things.
When I tried to butt in, she yelled at me too, Emma acted like it was just a normal thing and walked past her as she yelled.
We texted back and forth for the night before she finished our conversation with:
"Thanks for this weekend, see you tomorrow morning Danny."
When I went to bed that night, the sensor had disappeared around 11 PM again. I'd almost forgotten all about it.