The Dreams of the Flame

Chapter 2

Storm in My Heart

The fog cleared up after Fred and Bertha got done watching the movie. They enjoyed it on some level, though Bertha didn't liked it as much as Fred did. Fred wonders if Emmamarie would like if come with. Fred pushed that thought to the back of head when he got a call from his mom.

"Oh, hi mom, you're up kind of early! Did you take all your stuff for your hangover?"

"Yes I did, Fred."

"That's good to hear."

"Fred, were the heck are you? Didn't I tell you about leavening before I woke up?"

"Yes, yes, I know mom. I'm sorry. Bertha and I just wanted to see a movie."

"Whatever. Be back before noon or your ass well be grass!"

Fred ended this call with his mom. He checked his watch. It was 10:53. If they hurried up, they would have some time to talk with Emmamarie. When they finally did, they show Fred's mom at Emmamarie's house. Fred and Bertha were taken back when they saw here. Normally she hated meeting new people. Even if it seem like they have a better life then her. But, this time was different.

"Mom, why are you here?" Fred asked

"Freddie dear, I just wanted to meet our new neighbors. Is that so wrong? So, why didn't you mention we had new neighbors when I talked to you on the phone?" answered Fred's mom

"Well, I know you would get mad at me if I did."

"No I wouldn't, Fred. Why would you say that?"

"Nothing, just forget about it. We can talk about later."

"Okay. Hey Fred, have you meet our new neighbors yet?"

"Yes I did, mom."

"Good. Well, I need to get going. See you guys later."

When Fred's mom finally leaved, Fred and Bertha finally got to talk to Emmamarie. They got to talk about the movie that Fred and Bertha saw. Sooner than later, Emmamarie invited Fred and Bertha inside her house. Both Fred and Bertha looked around before going in to Emmamarie's room. On the door of Emmamarie's room, there is a The Wicked Witch of the West coast poser. In her room, there were some boxes, some were unpacked and some weren't. There is a mossy smell in the air.

When Fred walked near this once pinkest color box Emmamarie screamed, "DON'T, STOP!"

Fred stumbled backward and looked at Emmamarie like she was crazy. Panicked, Emmamarie quickly rushed to the pinkest box and moved it into her closet. Both Bertha and Fred looked at each other.

"Hey, Emmamarie, are you okay?" asked Bertha

"Yeah, just that box has something private in it." Replied Emmamarie

Emmamarie leaved to get some more stuff from the moving van. After a few hours Fred checked his phone. With an exception of one or two boxes, everything seems to be unpacked. Bertha and Fred seemed to forget about that pinkest box in Emmamarie's closet. Emmamarie and her family thanked both Bertha and Fred for their help and greeted them goodbye.

"Well Fred, today was one hell of a day." Bertha tiredly said

"Ugh, tell me about it."

"Hey, you know what I forgot about? That fucking pink box, what the deal with that?" Bertha angrily said

"Oh yeah, that thing! I think it best if we let it go."

"Fred, after the way Emmamarie acted, it well be kind of to let that go."

"That your problem, not mine."

Fred stared to think about what was in the box that counts as "privates". After awhile, Bertha and Fred greeted each other goodbye and both went home. Back at Emmamarie's house, Emmamarie pulled the pinkest to reveal more about her then anybody will get to know.

-End of Chapter-