"And my mates are over there tryin' to calm me down!" Emma sang, dancing into her bedroom with a robe on as water dripped down her face from her wet hair. Spinning on her heels, she continued, "Cause I'm shoutin' your name all over town! I'm swearing if I go there now, I could change your mind, turn it all arooouund!" As she began making her way towards her closet, Emma removed her robe and dropped it to the ground, "And I know that I'm drunk, but I'm gonna say the words even if their kinda-"
The sound of her cell phone ringing had cut her horrible singing session short which made her ears sigh in relief but her voice highly annoyed. It still wanted to screech.
Sliding her finger across the screen, Emma put her best friend on speaker and greeted, "Hey Rory!"
"Hey Em! Watcha doin'?" He asked just as Emma had managed to slip on a pair of her favorite pair of dark blue skinny jeans on.
She answered, "Nothing much. What about you?"
"Same."
There was a long and strenuous silence between the two lines and just as Emma had slipped on her long sleeve black shirt, Rory exclaimed excitedly, "I'm going to a party!"
"Wait, what?" She exclaimed, taken back by his sudden outburst.
A party? Freshman hardly ever got invited to parties. Hell, she never knew there even was a party this week. Then again, it was the first week of school...but who would want to celebrate that?
She could practically hear his smirk, "You heard me."
"A party?" She repeated, "Like with people?"
"Who else?"
"And food?"
"Duh."
"And people?"
"You already asked that?" He laughed.
Emma sighed. She just hopes it's not a trap of some sort. People tend to do that to him just because of his childlike mentality. Of course, that is what drew her to him back in their middle school days.
"Well, have fun." She told him before threatening, "If you even think about drinking I will destroy all-and I mean ALL-of your dolls and make you watch as I do so."
She heard him sigh, "For the last time, they're not dolls. They're action-"
"Rory!" Emma heard a woman behind him shriek. Most likely his mother. "Come over here and pick up your dolls before someone gets hurt!"
Sighing once again, Rory told her goodbye grumbling before ending his call with her just as she had turned on her hair drier.
Her worry not once dropping.
"I really should have brought a bigger jacket." Emma mumbled, rubbing her already cold arms through the thin material of her jacket.
You'd think that after the first time, she would have learned her lesson.
Brushing her long bangs out of her face, Emma thought about Rory and whether he was okay or not. He hadn't texted her yet so he probably was okay but can you blame her for worrying? They've been best friends for years and if something bad happened to him, Emma wouldn't know what to think.
He's practically family to her and she's not ashamed to admit that.
"I really hope your okay." She whispered, closing her eyes.
"Worried about your boyfriend?" A sudden voice asked, making her jump slightly in surprise.
Turning around, Emma glared, "What do you want?"
He shrugged smiling, showing off his pearly white fangs, "Just wanted to see what my little human was up to. You seem worried."
"Back off," She growled, "Or I'll-"
"You'll what?" He asked, "You'll scream? Afraid that trick isn't gonna work this time princess."
Backing away from him, Emma asked, "What do you want?"
The boy shrugged and answered, "Your friend."
Emma's eyes widened, "Rory? Why?"
"Not that one."
"Then who?"
"Now why would I tell you that?" He asked her before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Emma stood there silently, shaking from not the cold but the fear rapidly coursing through her veins. That fear quickly turned into adrenaline and soon, she was running over to the Morgan's house.
"I really need to work out more often." Emma gasped once she arrived over to the huge victorian styled house before her.
Taking a deep breath, she began to make her way over to the front door until the sound of a tree falling had made it's way to her ears. Curious as to what it was, Emma walked over to where she thought was the fallen tree but was surprised to see Sarah on the floor groaning in pain.
Emma gasped, "Sarah?" Rushing over to her sister's best friend, Emma helped up Sarah who still seemed to be getting over the dizzy spell casted on her.
Once Sarah had recovered from her fall, her eyes widened and she asked Emma, "Emma? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help my sister." She answered, "The question is, what are you doing here?"
Sarah's mouth opened to respond till the sound of rustling leaves startled both girls making them rush over to the front door, oblivious to the boy watching in the shadows.