In which Emma is a little shit.


Noah called Emma the next day. He would've called her on the night of the day they had been properly introduced. But how did a teenage boy talk to a girl? A cute girl at that.

The next day was a Thursday. But he decided to call her after school on Thursday. Rex had pestered him on it, as he told him about her. Rex went along saying to not let a princess waiting for her knight as a joke to what Emma had said.

So, taking Rex's advice (which he didn't understand why, a couple times it ended badly) and called her.

It rang once, twice, then a third time before she picked up. "You are speaking to the future ruler of the world, how may I help you?" Emma's voice cracked at first before it became clear. "Future ruler of the world, huh?" Noah laughed. "Well, it is every girls dream to become the ruler of the world, is it not?"

He shrugged, then remembered she couldn't see him. "I wouldn't know," he answered, "I was born a male and prefer male pronouns." She let out a 'hmmm', the spoke again, "You have much to learn then, young one."

"I do?"

"Yes, yes you do. And I shall teach you on Saturday. That is if you're free."

Noah flopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, "Emma, are you asking me on a date?" He wasn't used to be asked out, and he wouldn't mind it. It was just that they had just met. "No!" Emma answered quickly, "Not a date. Just two friends hanging out." She had put extra emphasis on the word friends. "Uh, yeah, okay. I'm free." He could practically hear her grin through the phone.

"Great, I'll see you on Friday Noah." He could hear her shuffling with something. "Wait, what are we doing?" He asked. Emma became silent, and he wondered if she had even planned what it is yet.

Noah sighed, "You don't even know yet, do you?" He questioned, he heard the phone shift and someone yell in the background before Emma answered. "I guess we'll make it up as we go along?" it came out as a question rather than a statement. "I guess so, where are we meeting?" There was muffled yelling in the background that sounded like her name.

He could hear her shift the phone some more, and then yell something response that was muffled. Emma then sighed, "I have to go, I'm going to my grandma's for dinner, meet me at the park a couple of blocks away from St. Josephs?" Someone (he presumed it to be her mother) called for her again, "Sounds great, what time?"

"Uhhh, around three-ish- I'M COMING MOM HOLD UP! Sorry, I need to go, see ya." She hung up before he could respond.

They never really did plan what they were going to do on Saturday when they went to school on Friday. On Saturday itself, they didn't plan anything when they meet up. They met at the part and the day just went on from there. Somehow they found their way to the mall's arcade.

And that's how Noah ended up getting dragged to a game where you played these two characters you were in the safari. And you had to fight to safety, meaning that you had kill these giant spiders and giant wasp and frogs. He honestly didn't know the name, but it was the first thing Emma dragged him too (promising he can choose the next game).

It was fun, but Emma's reaction to it was hilarious, and probably the main thing that had him either grinning or a bit disturbed. Emma let out an almost cackle like laugh, and in a split second she'll mutter a curse glaring at the screen.

Anyways, she died first.

After that, they both decided on a more simple arcade game. But even with that, Noah decided to not play any form of video games with the girl. Emma was just very... competitive, for lack of better word. The only game she did seem to relax on was one of those dancing ones.

Maybe it was because she accepted the fact she can't keep in beat with any type of dance.

When they finally decided to leave the mall and go home (mainly because Emma's mother kept texting her), Emma stopped part way out of the mall. "Huh? What are you staring at?" Noah looked in the direction she was facing. "You can't be serious..." he sighed at the sight of the photobooth.

Emma grinned, "Come on! It's what all the teens do in the stories and stuff, it'll be fun!" She turned to him, bouncing lightly on her feet. "No way! It's corny," he protested against it. She began pouting, her dark eyes staring at him while her face held the most effective puppy dog face he's seen yet compared to Rex's.

Noah groaned and gave in, "Fine." She then squealed, and dragged him by the wrist to the thing. "I can't believe you're making me do this," he muttered, watching her place the money in the machine.

"Oh, cheer up, and smile." She grinned when the first picture was taken, forcing a smile on his face with her fingers.

He did eventually end up smiling in the pictures. Caught off guard in one when Emma kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. In another she was laughing at his reaction, and eventually in the next he was laughing along, and then they did stupid poses and faces.

Emma had made sure to get two copies of the photos. She handed one to him, giggling as he attempted to get her lipstick off his cheek.