Chapter 6
“I’m home!” A male voice screams. I’m
going to guess it’s Eric. The man walks into the living
room where Emma and I were sitting. Yes, it is Eric. “Hey
babe,” He says to Emma and kisses her on her forehead.
“Hi,” Emma coolly says crossing her arms. She gives
him a dirty look.
“What did I do this time?” He says going into the
kitchen and then coming out with a sandwich. He doesn’t
seem to care much.
“Where were you?” She says standing up walking to
him.
“Work, I told you I would be there before I left,” He
replies a little angry.
“You were gone for 12 hours! I called your boss and he said
you weren’t there,” She says. Her face shows she
thinks she won the argument until Eric said, “I went out
for a couple of drinks with the guys,” He gave her the same
face she gave him.
“You’re wasting our money when you do that!”
She puts her hands up over her head.
“Our money?” Eric snorts, “I don’t
see you with a job, so it is my money,” I still
haven’t said anything. Emma was about to objected. But she
shut her mouth and decided not to. “Yeah, I thought
so,” Eric says and goes back into the kitchen and gets a
beer. Instead of coming back to the living room, he went to his
(and Emma’s) bedroom.
Emma and I start to talk about my relationships. I try and keep
up with what she is saying, but it is really hard. Apparently I
had a boyfriend last week, but he dumped me. He cheated on
me and he dumped me, but I don’t really
care because I didn’t really know him.
We talk some more, have a cup of tea and then I leave her home. I
debate on whether or not I should go home or walk to
Henry’s house. I decide to go back home because I’m
mentally tired after trying to talk with Emma. She has really
become a jerk since her teenage years, I wonder what
happened.
I also am curious as to why Eric is her fourth husband and
wasn’t her first, but I decide to put those thoughts to the
side because my head hurts.
As I push my finger against the cold elevator door button, Alex
shows up behind me. “Hey,” He says with a smile.
I bit my lip, “Hi Alex,” I feel like a teenager
talking to a boy I like. Well, technically I am a teenager, but
that’s not the point.
“So about that date,” He starts to say. Oh, my God,
we are going to go on a date, “I was thinking we could go
to the bar and get something to drink,” He says.
“I’m not allowed to drink,” I say. He gives me
a confused look and I think about what I said for a second,
“Oh, I’m sorry, yes I am allowed to drink, I
just-” He interrupts me.
“You don’t have to explain, meet me
at Angelz at eight o' clock, okay?” He asks.
“Okay,” I say with my best
smile.
5 faves · 1 comments · Aug 1, 2011 12:48am
softballrox0771 · 1 decade ago
luv this story! it's soooo good!
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