You Like Her
Four months and twelve days since that moment under the tree.
Four months and eleven days since I broke things off with Alex.
Four months and ten days since Joe has talked to Anna, and since my life had become a fairytale…at the time.
Emma sat in front of her mirror in her room, her long wavy brown hair parted to the side, and a small pair of emerald earrings shining brightly. She carefully brushed the mascara across her eyelashes, and a thin layer of lipgloss across her lips, before getting up and spritzing herself with perfume. Her plaid pleated skirt hit her legs perfectly and her pink shirt hugged her curves. Her heels clicked the floor as she made her way down the stairs, taking her spot by the window as she did whenever she had a date with Joe.
He had become the perfect boyfriend. He visited her at night when she was sleeping to 'make sure she wasn't having a bad dream', he made everything romantic, and told her he loved her on a daily basis. It was like her own fairytale, and tonight she would go out with him again, the butterflies in her stomach rushing around wildly. Sure enough, as the clock reached 7:00 his familiar car pulled into her driveway and he got out, walking to her door with a smile on his face.
"Joe!" She said whipping the door open and rushing into his arms, letting him kiss her.
"You look amazing…it's going to be hard to keep my hands off you tonight." She blushed and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He grabbed her hand and escorted her to the car, making sure they were buckled before taking off.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought maybe you might want to go to that party at Michaels tonight?" She groaned.
"Joe, you know I hate those kinds of things." He nodded.
"I know but I haven't gone to one in a while, and they begged. Please? We don't have to stay long." She saw the pleading look in his eyes and agreed, letting him take the familiar road to Michaels house.
The moment they turned the corner his house came into view, people sprawled out no the front lawn, beer cans everyone, and music blasting through broken windows. Joe grabbed her hand.
"I promise, we will be quick. Just stick with me ok?"
"Ok Joe." They got out, and she adjusted her skirt, and took Joes hand as they entered the front door into crazy chaos. Joe was immediately pulled in a million directions, as the room was filled with "Dude where have you been?" and "What's with the quiet chick?" and "Anna's here" with the occasional wink. Emma stood there uncomfortably.
"That's Emma, my girl and she doesn't like to party so I don't come to them as often, but im here tonight! Let's get it started." Joe said taking his coat off and tossing it onto a couple nearby making out. The game was set up, some kind of drinking game involving quarters, and by the looks of it Joe was winning…or loosing…whatever got him drunker faster.
"Joe? Can you not, you need to drive me home tonight." Emma said tugging at Joes arm.
"Oh look joe, this little girl want you to stop." The guys behind her teased. Joe laughed with them.
"I'll be fine Em, go make some friends or something."
"Go make some friends or something?" Emma repeated, anger spreading through her small body. She stormed towards the kitchen, pushing angrily through the crowds as Joe yelled from behind.
"I wasn't trying to be mean! Emma come back." He called but she just kept moving as far from him as possible, out the sliding door into the cold night air. Her breath was visable but it felt good, her body was warm. Why had I gotten so angry with joe, he was busy with his friends and I pushed him into stopping, I was so immature. Maybe if I gave him space more often we would be together now.
Emma sat herself on a small bench, and tucked her little skirt underneath her. She placed her hands into her lap and tilted her head towards the sky so that she could see the stars. She needed to cool off, mentally and physically. The stars sparkled and danced above her, and she watched them, thinking of the night Joe first kissed her. Only four months before that.
How had she gotten so lucky?
Why had Joe chosen her? She wished she knew at that moment, there was nothing special about her. Not physically at least. Her small body became cold fast, and instead of worrying and thinking she decided to go back inside and nurse the drunken Joe she was sure to find.
"DUDE YOUR SO HAMMERED!" A guy yelled. Emma pushed through the crowds once again and Joe became visable, still chugging more beer, and then taking a bottle of vodka and sipping some from that too.
"I'm not hammered, im fucking Joe Jonas." Joe said, and caused everyone to laugh. Guys are so dumb when they're drunk. Emma kept moving forward, to pull Joe aside and tell him she was scared, because she couldn't drive herself home and he was too drunk to do so, and if he followed her to get something to make him better he would be…rewarded.
Instead Emma watched as Joe leaned up against Anna, who stood besides him also drunk and watched as Anna wrapped her arms around Joe's torso. He smiled down at her and slurred something into her ear making her lean up towards him more. His hands moved from her back to her hips, and their lips crashed into a sloppy drunken kiss.
Is it cheating if the guy is drunk? If the girl is drunk too?
Was it possible to hurt that bad? If only I had known you could feel worse.
"Joe?" Emma whispered. Instantly his head whipped away from Annas lips, his eyes scanning the crowd until it landed on his girlfriend, tears dripping down her face. The only problem was that he was seeing two of her.
"Emma,waittt I loveee youuuuu." He slurred moving forward and almost crashing into a coffee table.
"No, Joe just go away." Emma said rushing towards the front door and running out into the front yard. She was stranded there, in the cold with a broken heart. Joe stumbled out with a crowd behind him, all waiting to see the drama with the couple unfold before them.
"Emma, come here. I'm spinning." Joe said. Emma just watched him fall into the grass and listened to the laughs from the crowd.
"Go inside Joe, get sober and go home." Emma said, wiping tears away.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm drunk and I love you."
"I know Joe….but you like her." Emma said quietly looking at Anna who just smiled. Joe frowned and watched Emma begin walking home.
"No..Emma come back." He said but she kept walking. Joe was lifted off the ground and pulled in the house, and what better way to drown his sorrows than another game of quarters?