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chapter twelve
Jeremey:

I laughed at Em as she rampaged through my closet while she singing along to Beyoncé.

She's being coming over to my house a lot, in the past few days, but we didn't do a lot. We either watched tv, cooked food, played games or fought with each other. You could say we were great friends, maybe even pass as 'best friends'.

I looked at Em to find her attempting to dance like Beyoncé, keyword: attempt. She just looked like she stretched a muscle pretty painfully. She looked over her shoulders and shot me a glare, then continued to search through the closet.

What is she even trying to find?

"Jer, change the song." She ordered, with her back still towards me.

I reached over to her phone and froze.

Joshua Adams: Meet me outside Eddy's at seven tonight, babe. ;)

Joshua Adams? Babe?

I remember Emma asking me about Joshua Adams once... Were they going on a date?

For some reason, I felt something in my heart; something angering, something destructive.

Was this jealousy? No, no way. It was just uncertainty about this guy. His name is such a fuckboy name.

Yeah, that was it. I didn't want Em to go out with a wrong guy.

"Jeremy, I said to change the song!" She groaned, walking towards me. She slapped the back of my head, took the phone of me and skipped the song.

She didn't even let out a squeak about the text, that she obviously knew I had seen, or the date she had at seven.

I looked over at the clock and it was six-thirty. I guess Emma realised the time too, because she ran back to my clothes and started raiding through them rapidly.

"Jer, help me!" She whined.

"Why its your date, shouldn't you be getting ready?" I said, trying to hide the anger(?) from my voice. I laid down my bed with my hands behind my head. Suddenly, I felt something slam into my stomach. I groaned in pain rolling off the bed.

"Why would you that?" I said, nearly dying.

I looked up to see her face in panic, and regret. She looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry." She whispered crouching down in front of me. "I didn't mean to hit that hard. It's just that I have giant hands and all this fat makes me too strong. I'm so sorry." The words left her lips as quickly as the tears started filling her eyes.

I looked at her for a second, and I felt something jump inside me.

I felt like grabbing her and kissing her mindlessly.

Or just kiss her, at least.

Instead I started to laugh loudly. She looked at me with lost eyes.

"You should've seen your face!" I breathed in between laughs. Her worried face soon dissolved into another face of the devil as she slapped my shoulder lightly.

She could've hit me harder, but she didn't. She was feeling self-conscious again. That was one problem of Em; if anything physically bad happened and she had any part in it. She would feel like its all her fault, and then hold herself back.

I just smiled at her, without saying anything. Em's face broke and she looked like a sad girl.

I wish she would tell me what's bothering her.

We looked at eachother for a while. Until Em suddenly rose up and started going through my closet again.

After an hour since she first arrived, she held out something that finally satisfied her.

"Here wear this," She handed me the clothes and rushed into the bathroom with her bag.

"Why do I have to dress up? Its your date." I said, annoyed as I put the clothes on.

I was about to put my shirt on when I heard a click from the bathroom door.

Emma Wright walked out.

I realised two things:

1- Emma Wright was breathtakingly  beautiful.
2- I may be stupidly, idiotically, slowly, perfectly falling in love with Emma Wright.

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