"Emmerson!" Jay yelled loudly. The black-haired girl gave a loud groan as she sat up in her new bed. She rubbed her face with her left hand, making her mouth slant upwards unattractively. She glared in the boys direction.

"Yes?" Her voice was full of annoyance that she hadn't attempted to cover up. Jay bit the inside of his cheeks to stop from laughing at the girl.

"Did you forget? Tour of Albert Square," He smiled lamely. Emmerson heaved out a sigh, but grabbed a shirt from the open suitcase on the floor. She nodded before looking pointedly at a staring Jay.

"Well, get out then!" She demanded groggily. "I'm not going to let you watch me get changed!"

"Oh! Sorry." He apologised, quickly stepping out of the door and letting his cheeks flush red involuntarily, running down the Mitchell stairs to wait for her.

Emmerson ran a brush through her hair quickly, not bothering to straighten it. It was pretty much always looking like it had been just washed, and it was lovely. She pulled her football shirt over her curvy figure, her skinny jeans already on. Pulling her converse over her feet, she pulled up her skateboard from under her new bed, before jogging down to meet Jay.

"Let's go," She announced with a smirk. He grinned in response, eyeing the skateboard which was now tucked protectively under her right arm. He opened his mouth to ask questions, and she shook her head quickly, yelling a goodbye to Phil and Shirley and dragging him outside. "Ask away."

Despite being rather confused about her behaviour, Jay's first question was, "How old are you?"

The girl laughed, and replied, "I am nineteen."

"Skateboarding long?"

"Since I was about five or six." She nodded. "Is there a skatepark around here?"

"No, sorry. You'd need to catch a bus," Jay said, almost apologetically. She shrugged.

"Well then, I guess Walford's my new skatepark," She grinned, rather devilishly, hopping on her skateboard and beginning to skate alongside the boy. He couldn't deny she was brilliant at it. Graceful, but with the right amount of a certain … well, Jay couldn't explain it. Perhaps the rebel-like quality most skaters – at least, those which he'd seen – seemed to have.

She hopped off of the board, waiting for the boy to catch up, before grinning and walking alongside him. There was a brief silence before he told her, "You're good."

"Fourteen years does that to you," She replied, running a hand through her hair again. "So are you really going to make me suffer the tedious tour? I mean, come on." She grinned playfully. "Don't do everything the bald guy tells you."

"Em-"

Emmerson had already hopped back onto the board, rolling steadily forwards and gaining fast. She was at the end of the street and around the corner before Jay could protest. He began to run after her as she heard two yells: One from a girl and one from a male.

He rounded the corner. Emmerson was laid out on her back, and Tyler Moon, Anthony Moon and Billy Mitchell were towering over her. Tyler's arms were folded across his chest as if waiting for some explanation. Anthony was smiling apologetically and Billy was trying to help her up. She glared, snatching her arm away from him, picking up her board and brushing herself down, before turning to the three. "Why," She asked with as much calm as she could muster, "Is there a sofa in the middle of the fucking road?"

Tyler began to laugh, and a smirk suddenly twisted Emmerson's face. "Oh, you think it's funny?" Her hand was grabbing his arm, her foot snapping out and kicking his out from under him. With a yelp he landed on his back. He looked stunned. She grinned. "Let me guess. Not every day you get floored by a girl, huh? Next time, move your sofa. And I swear, if you've done any damage to my board, I'll pound you."

"Ooh," Tyler murmured from the road. "I'd like that."

Emmerson blinked before looking at Billy and Anthony. "Is he always like this?"

"Pretty much," Anthony answered. "Sorry about the sofa. We're trying to take it back to my dad's store before he kills us for selling it in the first place." He gave a nervous chuckle. The girl smiled, offering her hand out to him.

"I'm Emmerson. You can call me Emmy, if you like."

"Anthony," He responded, his brother standing up as Anthony shook her hand.

"You new then?" Billy asked, nodding his greetings to Jay.

"Yup." She responded simply.

Tyler took her hand after Anthony, kissed it, and shook it. "Tyler Moon, nice to make your acquaintance."

The dark haired girl raised an eyebrow. "That's not charming. That's annoying."

Tyler laughed, before his dark eyes drank in her body before looking back into her eyes. "But it's working, isn't it?"

"No. It's really not. Are you the type of guy to go around flirting with anyone you see?"

"Are you the type of girl to go around kicking anyone you see?" He replied innocently. Emmerson grinned, and shrugged.

Having had enough of exchanging pleasantries, Jay tugged on her arm. "Come on. Tour."

She rolled her eyes at the boys before her. "Walford awaits."

Before she could leave, Tyler stopped her by grabbing her wrist. "Me and Anthony are going to the Vic later. Be there."

And Emmerson smiled. "Since I can't resist the charms of the handsome Tyler Moon, I guess I have too."

And with that, she left the three boys with a sofa in the street.