Someone better be getting killed with a damn chainsaw._ Emma cracked open one eye, groaning as one direct ray of sunshine glared upon her face. With a delicate yawn of protest Emma rolled onto her back, reclining on quite possibly the softest pillow she's ever slept on. A finger naughtily poked the tip of her nose, she swatted it away half-heartedly as she popped one eyelid open and flicked her gaze up to meet stunning, hazel eyes which peaked down at her.
"Shoo." She grumbled, not bothering to even question who was staring at her while she slept. Her sleep-deprived mind just wasn't into solving this mystery just yet. She heard a throaty chuckle before she felt her exhaustion catch up to her again. She awoke again, she glanced at the digital clock at the bedside and began muttering sleepily to herself about the idiocy of getting up at the crack of dawn (at seven o'clock for school but then she remembered she wasn't attending school but either way, she had slept long enough.
Dragging herself out of bed, she trudged out of the door and down the hall to the bathroom. If she hadn't figured out by the cream walls, then the bathroom was a dead giveaway she was in a hotel. Because not only was there a shower stall--with a glass door no less--there was also a sunken tub complete with whirlpool jets. This was definitely a pricey place because the set up was more elaborate than anything Emma had ever laid her eyes upon. So the question was, how did she get there?
Shrugging, she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. Wrapping an ice blue towel around herself, she jogged back to the bedroom searching the drawers for a potential change of clothes. She did not feel like wearing the ones she had came to Phoenix in. Now that she was dressed, breakfast was the objective after everything else was done.
She felt an appreciative smile dust her lips when she saw bags and boxes on the twin bed beside hers. She hadn't noticed that before. In the bag and boxes were fresh salads, two dozen marinated chicken wings -- grilled, not deep-fried -- and two large bottles of carbonated water. Pleasantly surprised, Emma impulsively threw the packages of salad dressing over her shoulder to the floor. Away from her. They were too fatty.
Working quickly, Emma soon had the bed set, with a couple of bread slices and fresh milk, leftovers from breakfast, rounding out her simple meal. _Screw it, my abs can survive this cheat._ Emma concluded, indicating the food as she bit into her fourth chicken wing with gusto, licking the spicy marinade delicately from her fingertips. _But this asshole of a tomato keeps following me._ Emma grumbled, chasing a stubborn cherry tomato round her bowl. Shd finally speared it with his fork and crunched down on the small red globe with an eyeroll. _Curse you healthy eating._ She took a swallow of water when her phone went off. She leaned over to get it, assuming it was Lexi who now that she thought about it needed to tell her all the shit that happened. Instead the caller ID showed a picture of someone who looked exactly like her with the name of Sutton.
Emma groaned to herself, she didn't feel like talking with Sutton and it would be better for her to lay low. But on the other hand, she couldn't let Sutton think she was in danger now looking at the twenty-four voicemails she had left her over the time she had been sleeping which she now saw as two days. It was a Sunday. With a sigh she called her back and held the device to her ear, after the third ring Sutton answered. "Emma? You there?" "Yeah, yeah just got caught up in something. Anyway I'm fine and I'm sorry about the whole overreacting thing. I just felt hurt because I thought I was someone you were proud of having in your life and then I find out you've been keeping me a secret for four years above all."
She heard Sutton breathe in deeply, "Emma. You're the one I'm most proud of having in my life." Emma felt herself smile, "Can I still live with you?" She heard Sutton snort and giggled at that. It wasn't often you would find Sutton Mercer making a sound anything less than attractive.
"But of course dodo! Jesus, only you would have to ask that after I told you I'm not letting you leave." Emma rolled her eyes, "I just woke up but I'm all ready to get going. I'm in a hotel I think, but I don't know the name and I don't know how I got here so text me your address again so I can head off." She ended her stay at the hotel and called a cab to head off to Eastern Arizona, 728 Sycamore Street.
The modern, neutral colored home was fixed with accents of wrought iron and patina delicately balanced the warmth wood and Belgian curtains that Emma could just barely make out from the many large windows around the house. The two story house loomed over a lush front yard that housed a large driveway as well as a front walkway that included a stone fountain set a few feet away from the two small stairs that lead up to the front door. Emma patted herself down for money before realizing she had none. She held a finger to her cab driver while glancing at the three cast-iron digits nailed to the door frame: seven two eight. Pushing the brass button she waited a few minutes before trying again and by the fifth push the wooden panel opened and a chestnut head peaked out from behind it.
"Emma!" Sutton shouted and Emma felt a finger hook around her wristband before a hand gently slid down to hold hers. That was before arms closed around her, she smiled as she hugged her twin sister back. "Happy to see you too but I don't have money and got here by cab. Can you lend me some to pay the cab driver?" Sutton nodded, "Go inside. I'll pay." Emma raised an eyebrow but did as told none the less.
Sinking into the buttery leather of the couch Emma fingered a wisp of hair away from her face when two girls rushed into the living room. "Sutton! Who was it at the door? And why did you change?" Emma looked down at her outfit and realized it wasn't very Sutton-ish. She wore a baby pink dress that decended up to her knees, adorned by silver chains, and white converse. Along with silver rings wrapped around each of her fingers. Dark shades covered half of her face, and her mohagny curls thrown into a messy bun atop her head. Much different than Sutton. "I'm going to murder Sutton Trinity Mercer for this." Emma mumbled under her breath as she cupped a hand around her mouth, "SUTTON! Get over here!"
"Why are you calling yourself?" The blonde asked but Sutton soon came rushing into the house. Her eyes darted from Emma to her two friends and back to Emma who waved at her. "Hi twin." "Hey." Sutton smiled back while the blonde and dark haired girl glanced at each other then back at the twins. "Char, Mads, meet my twin sister Emma Becker. Emma, meet Char and Mads. The ones I told you about." "Hello ladies. I've heard many good things but let's save the small talk for later. Sutton, you have five seconds to run before I murder you. Five, four, three, two..." She watched as Sutton took off up the stairs and lowered her shades to wink at the pair before running after Sutton up the stairs.