Emma watched her world slip into a rut. She was walking down the same corridor, to the same room, to the same friends, then back off to the same classes, or same boyfriend. She was bored. Her world had lost its color, and everything to her seemed to fade to black and white, or even worse, gray. She stared as her best friend turned into a serious actress, and became less like the wild and crazy Manny she loved. She sat aside as Liberty made the decision to go and join another sorority and then go off to law school. She sat, and did nothing.
She sat on her bed, staring at her phone, knowing that any second, Manny would call her so that she could run lines with her again, or Kelly would make a booty call. She sat, and stared. The blonde failed to see the point in doing anything else; being that nothing else would come of it. Her phone buzzed on queue, only the call wasn't from someone she expected it to be from.
She answered nonselantly, as if she had better things to do, because she wasn't going to let anyone know how boring her real life was. Her eyes widened as she heard to voice on the other side of the phone. She tried to shake the shocked look off of her face, but found it was permanent. She could barely hear what he was saying.
"Emma? Emma? Come on, I know your there, and I know you answered."
Emma looked down quickly at her phone and took a long deep breathe, praying that she didn't sound like a complete moron.
"Yes, Peter?"
Emma's stoic exterior was back, she feigned boredom, but secretly hung to every word that was coming out of her phones speaker. She only wished neither one of her roommates were to come back and find her in such a state. They would be completely flabbergasted.
"Look, Emma, I know we didn't exactly handle the break up to well, and I know were not considerably close… But I was hoping I could come down to Smithdale and take a tour… With you?"
The brown eyed beauty let her mouth hang open and stared dumbly at the phone. She hadn't talked to this boy in about two years, except for snide comments in the hall, and he was asking for a tour? Was this his way of asking for forgiveness? She swallowed the lump in her throat, and tried to speak clearly.
"Peter, you framed my friend for doing drugs, got him kicked out of school, and got him almost thrown into prison, and you want me to take you on a tour of Smithdale? Are you serious? Is this your twisted way of asking for forgiveness?" She smiled, feeling confident that her enthusiasm was well hidden.
"Kind of… Emma, look, I want to make things good between us. I mean, what's the point of hating each other? I mean, I've changed, you've changed… Maybe our relationship can too…I mean as friends…" Emma analyzed the words carefully, it was hard to make sure he was being sincere over the phone, but he sure sounded like it.
She sighed and relented, telling him that the weekend after the next he was to come up and she would give him a tour. And with that, he thanked her and both hung up.
Emma flipped her phone closed and walked over to her mirror, taking a good hard look at what she saw. She had grown a tiny bit, gain a little more cleavage, but all in all she thought she looked the same. Her hair had come back blonde again, only slightly darker, but it didn't seem to matter to much. She sighed, trying to think of more ways that she had changed as a person since Peter.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a frantic Manny bolted through the door, throwing her bags down on her bed, and pacing around the room. And with that the routine was back. Emma settled back into her place on her bed, and waited for Manny to unload her many burdens on her.
