November 4th, Sunday, 2017
12:00 pm.
Jax's Apartment —
"Emma," Andi spoke in awe. "How are you alive?"
"Yeah," Maddie agreed. "And why haven't you shown up sooner?"
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
Emma looked around the room and saw everyone one she loved—except Carly. She didn't know who that bitch was, but she did know that Carly and Jax wouldn't be together for much longer if she had anything to say about it. Honestly, who does she think she is stealing Jax from her like that? Well, Emma thought; I was supposedly dead…he did have the right to move on.
She took another look around the small living room area and observed the faces of everyone. She saw the look of awe Andi, Charlie, Zani, and Gigi were giving her; the look of happiness from Diego; the look of fear from Maddie—why was she afraid?—; the neutral look from Fiona—Emma was almost one-hundred percent sure she didn't care whether Emma was alive or not, come to think of it, who even invited her?—; the look calm, collected look from Daniel; the concerned look from Ellie; the look of pure anger and hatred from Carly; and, finally the last one, it was a combination of emotions conjured up into one look that consisted of joy, love, and lust—that was lust, right?—that Jax was forcibly giving her. Oh, how she used to long for that look and now she had it; and never wanted to lose it again. How could she had even thought that making that deal so long ago was a good idea?
"I made a deal with the Devil." Emma whispered under her breath.
November 4th, Sunday, 2017
12:07 pm.
The Miller Residence —
Teach me how to rewind, rewind,
So I can relive every second,
Minute, all I missed oh.
I'm always focused on the next thing
If only I could pause and re—. Teach me how.
The band Hands Like Houses blared through Scarlett's earphone as she bobbed her head to the music. She laid on her boyfriend's bed, waiting for him to return from helping Tommy put the bags of leaves out by the curb. She had recently changed back into her pajamas—she has had her own drawer in Robbie's dresser for a while now—after she cast that spell on Tommy. Lately, her powers seemed as if they were draining her energy. It made her drowsy and unfocused. Today, however, it wasn't that bad; usually she would be asleep by now.
She focused her vision on the ceiling fan above her. She noticed how fast it was spinning and not until now did she realize how cold she felt. She might have only been wearing a black tank top and her best pair of underwear, but that fan sure was spinning at high speeds, so it most likely wasn't her fault that she was freezing; it was Robbie's fault because he kept his ceiling fan on the 'below -37 Antartican-freezing speed'. The navy blue comforter underneath her looked warm to her chilly legs. Goosebumps began to rise on her legs and arms as she focused more on the chilling speed of the fan.
Suddenly, Robbie entered back into the bedroom, leaves scattered over his clothes. He shut the door behind him and walked over to his closet to change. He kicked his shoes off and pulled both of his discolored, dirty socks off. He then reached to the hem of his t-shirt and grasped the edges between his fingers. He pulled the blue-grey t-shirt off and threw it into the hamper that sat inside of his closet. When did he started working out? Scarlett wondered. Before he could pull another shirt on or change his pants, Scarlett called out to him.
"Robbie," Scarlett said as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Yeah, what is it, Scar?" Robbie mumbled as he shuffled through the hanging shirts in his closet.
"Robbie," Scarlett said a little clearer and stood on the bed on her knees. "Please, come here."
Robbie sighed and turned away from the closet. He strode over to the edge of the bed and looked at his girlfriend.
Scarlett looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Almost instantly and out of habit, he laced his arms around her waist. She leaned forward slightly and rested her forehead on his. She closed her eyes and smiled softly as she ran her fingers through the on the back of his head. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes also.
"You know, I've missed you." Scarlett whispered softly.
Robbie lightly chuckled wholeheartedly and smiled, but is eyes remained shut. "You saw me ten minutes ago."
"No, Robbie," She whispered again. "I've missed you."
She emphasized every word as they fell from her lips with such grace. Robbie opened his eyes and brought one hand from her hip to caress her cheek. She leaned into his touch and opened her eyes again. She leaned in and kissed his slowly—painfully slow—too slow for Robbie. He kissed her back, however, more passionately and more roughly. She kissed him again with the same amount of friction. She pulled away and began leaving soft, quick kisses on his jaw. He groaned quietly and Scarlett smirked against his skin.
"Scar," Robbie's voice was scruffy and horse. "It's twelve in the afternoon; we can't right now."
"Why not?" Scarlett continued to kiss across his jaw and down his neck. "Time of day never stopped you before."
"I know, but, Scar—" Robbie tried, but hot damn the girl would not stop and honestly, he didn't want her to.
"Scarlett," Robbie cleared his throat and pulled away from her. He set his hands on her hips and looked her in the eyes. "I don't want this to keep being your way of coping with Emma's death; I want you to want it because we're together."
"Robbie," Scarlett put her hands on both side of his face and stared back into his eyes. "I want this because…because I love you…and for no other reason."
Robbie stood, astonished, and gripped her waist a little tighter. His eyes darkened slightly and he leaned closer to Scarlett.
"I love you, too." He whispered as his lips formed into a wide grin.
He closed the space in between them and he kissed her roughly. He reached down and gripped the rim of her tank top and broke their kiss for only a second to lift her shirt off; leaving them both shirtless and in desperate need of each other.
November 4th, Sunday, 2017
12:15 pm.
Jax's Apartment —
It had been several minutes and no one had said a word. Even Carly was as quite as can be. Who even let her in on this conversation? Did she even know what was happening? Breaking the silence that clouded the room for what seemed like forever, Carly stood and spoke,
"Does anyone want any wine?" She said without interest. "Or how about a martini instead?"
Carly moved into the kitchen and began opening a few cabinets. Not only was it still the middle of the afternoon, now was definitely not an appropriate time to become intoxicated. Did she not just hear what I said? Emma wondered angrily. I just said I made a deal with the freaking Devil, and she wants to drown herself in alcohol?
"I do," Fiona raised her hand from her seated position on the couch. Everyone turned and stared at her for a second. "What?"
Fiona stood and followed Carly into the kitchen.
Everyone brushed off and disregarded Carly and Fiona and turned their attention back to Emma.
"A-a deal with the Devil?" Ellie shuttered at the thought.
"Yeah," Daniel wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "What kind of deal?"
"Well," Emma began her long story. "It was the night before our Senior Prom…I found a way into Hell then and found my mother—"
"Wait," Zani stopped her. "That's impossible; there's not another way into Hell other than the entrance at the Empire State Building and the portal spell."
"Yeah, well, you're not the Chosen One, are you?" Emma smirked and folded her arms over her chest while Jax snickered at Zani's defeated expression. "Can I please finish, please?"
"Yes, continue." Zani grumbled under his breath.
"As I was saying, I found my mother in the house of the Devil. She looked beaten and bruised and I didn't know what to do, so I tried a healing spell on her. I guess it worked—I mean, she looked a lot better—but it drained so much of my energy. Anyway, I was about to do another spell to break away the chains that bound her to the table, but that was when the Devil's wife found me. She started shouting for help and for the guard to take me away.
"I was so scared and I wished I had brought someone with me, but I knew it was too late. I wanted to cast a vanishing spell—or at least a spell to make all of those guards away, there were so many of them!—but I knew I couldn't just leave my mom there.
"So, the guard brought me to this huge room. The windows were pitch black and there were currents hanging over them—which was odd because no light could come through a dark window anyway—and there was a this giant, beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. As they drug me down this path in the room, we neared this throne. It wasn't beautiful at all—no, it was nothing like the chandelier—it was hideous; it was un-describable. I had never seen anything like it, but the…thing sitting in it was even more hideous. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but when they pulled me closer, I knew; I knew exactly what I was seeing. It was the Devil himself, but not like we saw him on prom night. He was…disgusting looking; his face was a tomato red color, he had the tiny spikes growing from his head, and his eyes—oh God, his eyes, they were petrifying—were this piercing yellow—"
"Okay, miss description," Carly called from the kitchen barstool. "Get on with the deal, we don't care how much skin treatment this guy needed; we want to know what foolish decision you made."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Emma turned around and glared harshly at the younger girl. "I didn't realize you were telling the story."
"Okay, you know what?" Carly stood from the kitchen island and slammed her drink down, causing some of the clear liquid to spill out onto the marble. "I'm about tired of your BS—"
"My BS?" Emma stood from the squishy footrest she was sitting on. "How about yours? Here you are, flaunting your fake ass around like you own the place and sleeping with my boyfriend."
"Oh, sweetie," Carly smiled sarcastically. "He stopped being your boyfriend when you died."
"That's it!" Andi yelled and jumped up from the couch. "Let me at her!"
Diego leaped from his seat and grabbed a hold of his best friend's waist. "Not today, Andi."
Andi let out a sound that seemed to sound like an animal and slumped back into her seat; letting Emma stand alone for once.
"Hey," Jax said sternly as he stood also. "Now's not the time to fight; Emma just got back."
"Of course!" Carly threw her harms in the air and rolled her eyes. "It' always about Emma—even when she was dead!"
"Carly—" Jax tried to step forward and place a hand on her arm.
"No, Jax!" Carly turned away and stomped her feet toward the doorway. "Call me when you're ready to stop thinking about Emma and start thinking about me!"
Without another word, she stepped through the door and forcefully pulled it shut, creating a wall-shaking slam.
"Dammit," Jax cursed as he ran a hand down his face tiredly.
"Does she always do that?" Ellie spoke up quietly.
Leaving Ellie's question unanswered, Jax turned to Emma and sighed. "Please continue your story—with as much detail as you would like."
Emma nodded her head softly and sat back on her seat.
"Where was I?—Oh yeah, I remember. So, the guards pulled up to the Devil and he demanded to know why I was lurking around his home. I told him that he had my mother and I wanted her to be set free, but he didn't seem very happy after that. One thing led to another, and he instructed his guards to take me to the dungeon. I got scared, real scared—I didn't know what was down there…so…so I-I asked to make a deal with him."
It seemed as if Emma had started to choke on her own words, and everyone noticed.
"Em," Daniel spoke softly. "You don't have to finish if you don't want to."
"No, I want to." Emma cleared her throat and continued. "He came up with the deal himself—saying something like he couldn't trust another's judgement—and he told me that if I faked my death and never returned, he would set my mother free and would leave all of you unharmed. All I had to do was go back the next night with all of you guys and pretend to die."
"But, you had no pulse; I checked!" Jax protested.
"I know, and I'm sorry I had to trick you…all of you." Emma apologized. "When the firebolt—that was completely harmless—came at me, I was supposed to cast a spell that would stop my heart, but still allow oxygen to regulate through my body."
"So, you lied to us to keep us safe?" Maddie summed it all up. "I guess…I guess…thanks."
Emma smiled brightly. "I've missed all of you guys, I really have."
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OH MY GOODNESS. Guys, I feel terrible. I have absolutely no excuse for not posting. I've been slacking and I admit it, sue me. Not really, please don't, I don't have much money XD Just be mad, that's all, don't sue me XD
Here's the fourth chapter and I have big plans for Ellie, Scarlett, Emma, and new villains ;)
OH AND WHO COULD FORGET THE MIEGO WEDDING THAT HAD TO HAPPEN.
I still not sure how I'm gonna play that out—let alone when—but I'll figure it out!
AND HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD ABOUT THE CONFIRMATION ON SEASON 4 OF EWW .GOD.
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Review Responses—
Jemmalover1: Yes, she is!
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Guest12145: TBH, I'm not sure what happened with Jason, he just kinda dropped out of the story without warning XD And Zani sorta kinda cheated on Gigi (sorta I guess) so their outta the picture…but he's with Charlie now so! :)
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Stizzzy: IT'S EMMA I PROMISE. NO WUT. Your dog got put down? Nooo, I'm so sorry…I know what that's like, sweetie :'( YAY YOU WON AND WENT TO CONNECTICUT! HOW WAS IT? Yeah, who wants to go to New Zealand when you can come to lazy,'free' America? XD No, Georgia is in the south and Connecticut is waaay in the north. IM NOT DEAD I PROMISE IM HERE PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON MEH ILY. IM SO SORRY I LEFT YOU WAITING SO LONG PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
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