Author's Note: Hi friends! Just wanted to thank you all for reading this story :) This is my second published fic and I would really appreciated if you would rate and review as well as favourite and follow! I'm planning on making this fic at least 6 chapters so stay tuned! Any constructive criticism, questions, suggestions or compliments are more than welcome in the reviews. Rated M for coarse language and semi-sexual content later. Enjoy!
911 emergency! u gotta get to my place - Manny
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"Fuck Manny! It's 1 AM! 911 is for emergencies only" Emma sighs, finally making it to Manny's shoebox apartment in Downtown Toronto, all she could afford on a struggling actor's salary. "I thought you got attacked by a rabid beaver or something!"
"I'M GETTING MARRIED BITCH!" Manny shrieks in response. "Come on Em! We've been waiting for this for 9 years!"
"Oh yes WE have, such a strong relationship we have. You, me and Spinner's dick! All in this together right?" Emma replies snarkily. She loved Manny dearly but dear god that girl acts like her life was a teen drama or something like that. Sometimes I swear she goes out and creates conflict just to entertain some tiny audience in her head. For example, Manny was just drawn to Spinner after it was revealed that he had ball cancer, she always did have a thing for Grey's Anatomy. Now 9 years of midnight phone calls to Emma (usually beginning with "WHY IS HE SUCH A DICK!?" and sobbing) and late night booty calls later he finally popped the question.
"Oh stop your whining Em and take a look at this rock!" Manny says, posing with a gorgeous princess cut 2 carat diamond surrounded by shining white gold embedded with tiny sapphires, sparkling in the fluorescent light of a cheap lamp from IKEA.
"Wow, I'm impressed! Who knew Spinner had such great taste?" Emma ponders, bringing her hand closer to thoroughly examine the massive ring on her finger.
"I may have happened to leave a few pictures lying around the house, you know one on the toilet seat, a few in his cereal box" Manny admitted.
"You're too good Ms. Santos, now where is the blushing groom?" Emma asks, letting go of Manny's hand and turning her head to look for Spinner.
"Telling the boys, finding his best man and all that jazz" Manny says with jazz hands, the ring still glimmering. "They should be back soon, Spin just bought like 6 cases of beer so they'll be here eventually."
"Hey speaking of best man, is there anything you want to ask me?" Emma hints (not so subtly). Manny started to giggle,
"Chill Em! I already asked you to be my Maid of Honour in like the third grade!" A smile spreads across Emma's face as she pulled her into a tight embrace, jumping and squealing like two teenagers. Before we can say anything else the lock clicks and the front door is being slammed open.
"Ladies, may I present not only the handsomest wedding party you've ever seen but the 3 finest friends a guy can have!" Spinner's voice echoes through the cramped space, it's obvious he's had at least a few drinks. He stumbles through the door to reveal a gaggle of equally hammered men. Emma gulped, she never thought she'd see that face again, the face she loves so- no the face she loved. She'd actually learned something after all these years, like guys like him can't be trusted and girls like her just can't stay away.
"Emma?" he almost whispers, the shock clearly evident in his shaking voice. There isn't enough booze in the world to make this situation any less nerve racking.
"Hi Sean."
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"Actually, on the other hand Spin I think I might have to come over another night, I've got a real bad headache suddenly" Sean mumbles turning back towards the door.
"C'mon Cameron don't be such a pussy" says Jay, stepping out from behind his place pushing Jimmy's wheelchair. "Damn Greenpeace, you just keep getting hotter and hotter, you up for some drinking tonight!" Sean scoffs under his breath and starts rubbing his hands together, an alternative to running his hands through his hair, a rather difficult task now with his standard military crew-cut. After serving his first two tours in Afghanistan he re-enlisted and had spent the last 4 years stationed for peacekeeping in Bosnia. Finally he was back in Toronto, his Dad had passed away only 2 months into Sean's first tour and after the recent death of his mother he returned to Toronto. As it turns out Sean's folks may not have been as careless with their money as he thought they were and Sean had returned to Toronto to follow his dreams and open his own auto shop. Sean is snapped out of his dazed state by an all too familiar voice.
"You know what Jay, I think I might just take you up on that offer. Where's the Tequila?" Emma sighs, she was going to need something stronger than the measly cans of beer resting on the counter.
"That's the spirit! You can't leave now Cameron, even stick in the mud Nelson's joining in." Jay belches, the stale smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke on his breath. But Sean's already out the door, storming down the hallway towards the 4 flights of stairs he had to climb to get out of the building. Just as he's about to take the first step down the twisting staircase he hears a voice.
"Sean! Stop" Emma calls her voice echoing through the long hall, she ran after him, cursing God about how good his ass looked in those jeans. With a puff of breath Sean stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to face the turbulent blonde.
"What do you want Emma?" Sean grunts, not bothering to look up at her face.
"I want to talk, if you'll just listen to me I-"
"Oh sure, now you want to talk. You're a bit late Em" Sean finishes, pulling up his hood and stumbling down the stairs. Emma stood puzzled near the top of the stairs, watching the young man she once knew as her first love run away. She kept asking herself: What did he mean by "a bit late"?
