I just wanted to play with these two characters in a situation. It's VAGUELY Will/Emma, but….. Read it.

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Emma Pillsbury woke from a deep sleep. She turned to shut off her alarm, and as she did she felt something wet brush her cheek. She hit the button, deactivating the sound, and then looked down at her pillow. There was a small drool stain.

"Yuck!" she squealed. Immediately, she pulled the case of the pillow. Running to the laundry room, she put the case in. She set the washer to "large load" and soaked it in detergent. Once she heard the sound of the washer bumping and swirling, she took a sigh of relief.

She showered, did her hair, and made breakfast. She then took her pillow case out of the washer and into the dryer.

15 minutes later, when "unloading" her item in the dryer, she made a fateful discovery. The stain was still there. The menacing, disgusting little mark clang to the fabric.

Emma could NOT use a pillow case in this state. She had to have exactly 6 pillow cases, one for each pillow and two alternates.

I'll have to buy a new one, she thought. That's just disgusting.

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Once in the linen store (SHEETS n' THINGS, what a clever name) She looked for an employee to ask if they sold individual pillow cases.

Eventually she found a woman in a SHEET n' THINGS vest. Her back was turned, so Emma could only see her tan vest and vaguely familiar golden waves.

"Excuse me, ma'am? I was just wondering if you sold-"

"Oh, hello, whore." Terri Shuster said.

"Good morning, Terri." Emma said, suddenly remembering that Terri worked here. The cursed silently. While buying sheets isn't exactly the best time to remember that your boyfriend's ex wife works at the sheet store.

"Why are you here?" She snapped cruelly.

"Uh, to buy sheets? I was actually just about to ask you if you sold pillow cases individually."

"We don't. You'd have to buy the set," Terri informed her. Her tone was all too rude for a salesperson.

"Oh, I see. Well, could you check? I'd like you to be sure."

"Fine." She said and walked toward another isle. "See?" She said, gesturing to the sheet sets. "You have to buy the set."

"Right." She took one of the white sheets set off of the metal shelf. Hey, bitch, I'm a paying customer, is what she wanted so badly so say, but kept it to herself.

Walking up to the checkout lines, she felt a prickly feeling on the back of her neck, the one you get when you feel someone is watching you. Turning her head, she was Terri, glaring at her.

"Good morning, Ms. Pillsbury."

"Hi, wait, how did you-?"

"Oh, I'm Josh. I go to McKinley."

"Oh! Mr.….Baker, isn't it?"

"Yes." He took the small plastic-covered sheet set from Emma and put it under the scanner. "That'll be 8 pounds."

As she pulled out her wallet from her oversized bag, Josh asked, "Did anyone help you today?"

Knowing full well Terri was merely a few feet away from her, she replied, "No."