Hey guys! So this chapter is another one that's mostly happy, but there is a bit of sadness/drama at the end. Nothing to worry about though, the power of Emaya always prevails! (Or does it?)
Emily smiled down at the form of her girlfriend, the musician resting her head on the taller girl's stomach as she read a magazine. The athlete herself was busy working on homework for math that she didn't understand. After about half an hour, she groaned and threw her notebook to the ground. She sighed deeply and let her head fall back as she closed her eyes. "You alright babe?" Maya chuckled, sitting up and lying so that she was face to face with the struggling girl.
"I hate math. I mean, why do we even have to learn it? It's not like I want to do anything that involves ever solving x+36y-3r+70zc = 24x+2y-82d," the swimmer whimpered. The artist grinned and kissed Emily's lips gently. "Better?" she questioned, brushing a strand of raven black hair out of her girlfriend's face and behind her ear. "A little," the athlete gave a small smile and kissed Maya again. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen and as it did the musician pulled back. "OK you really need to do your work," she laughed. "In a minute," Emily whined, trying to kiss her again, only to be pushed back.
"I'm not letting you kiss me till that homework is done," the artist giggled, rolling over on her back and again resting her head on her girlfriend's stomach. It had been nearly a month since they had officially started dating, and the only people who knew for certain was the girls. It wasn't that they were afraid to tell their parents or anything, they just wanted to make sure that things were stable before they went telling everyone for it not to last. "Now you're just trying to be mean," the swimmer complained, grabbing her notebook off the floor and resuming her work. After another hour Maya seriously wanted to do something besides watch the taller girl struggle on her math so she sat up and looked at the paper.
There were only a few problems left, but they were harder than the first ones. She let her head rest on Emily's shoulder and kissed her neck softly. "I thought you said no kissing till I was done?" the athlete questioned, raising an eyebrow at the artist. "Correction. I said you couldn't kiss me. I never said anything about me kissing you," the musician pointed out, amusement in her voice. "Well if you keep doing that I'll never get done," Emily giggled, trying to focus on her paper. Maya flicked her eyes up and looked at the problems. "23, 6+3x, 17," she easily answered each problem. Without hesitation the swimmer filled in the answers and pulled her girlfriend's lips against her own, throwing the notebook on the ground. "Someone's eager," the musician teased. The athlete shrugged unapologetically and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's waist.
Neither one of them were actually ready to take things further than kissing, and they agreed on that awhile back without ever really talking about it. It wasn't that they didn't trust each other fully, but they wanted to wait to take things to that level. After a few minutes Maya pulled back and rolled over to her back, turning on the TV and resting her head against the taller girl's shoulder. It was another half an hour before Pam got home. "Hey girls!" she called as she walked in, already knowing that Maya was there. "Hey mom, we're upstairs!" Emily called, scooting just a little bit away from her girlfriend. It wasn't uncommon for them to lie with their arms around each other before, but they lately were touching more and sitting or standing closer, for obvious reasons. "Hey... I think we should tell them," the musician's voice caused the swimmer to look down at her.
"You sure?" she asked, placing a soft kiss on the shorter girl's forehead. "Yeah, I'm sure. I want them to know," Maya confirmed. Emily nodded and sat up. The musician called her parents quickly and not long after a short conversation where she informed them that she wanted to tell them something and to come over to Emily's house, the girls were sitting on the couch in front of the three adults, holding hands nervously and continuously reassuring each other through eye contact. "Uh... Mom, John, Andre... We wanted to tell you that..." Emily stuttered until Maya finished for her. "We're dating," she completed. All three grown ups smiled. "We know, but don't you have something to tell us?" John asked, amused.
"Wait, you knew?" the swimmer asked, confused. "Well we may have been tipped off by Hanna," Pam continued, laughing a bit. Both girls blushed fluorescent red and looked down. "She told us the day you got together, and we decided to wait for you to tell us," Andre explained. "What took you so long?" Pam asked. "We just... We wanted to make sure that we were stable before we told you," the athlete informed them. "Well we are all very happy that you are together," John confirmed. The girls smiled and hugged their parents. "But you know that now there is a no closed doors rule," Andre pointed out, a hint of laughter in his voice. The two teenagers nodded and made their way back up to Emily's room, unable to contain their giggles as they closed the door.
The school day had yet to start, and Emily sat on the steps leading up to Rosewood High, working on an assignment for Spanish. Ever since she and Maya had told their parents a week ago that they were dating, they had been hanging out more carelessly and the athlete was starting to fall behind on her schoolwork. She was determined to keep all her grades at least above a B, otherwise her mom would be on her case. She was so involved in her work that she nearly missed her phone buzzing beside her. She picked it up and looked down at the screen, her face falling from curious to serious. She stared at the words, not quote sure that she was reading them correctly.
"Em? What's wrong?" she heard Aria's voice and looked up to see her friend walking towards her with a concerned look on her face. "It's... It's my dad..." the swimmer whispered, her eyes not leaving her screen. "My god Em is he OK?" Aria questioned, getting more and more worried by the second. Emily smiled and nodded before answering, "Yeah, he... He's better than OK... He's coming home."
"When does he get back?" Maya questioned as she sat down on her girlfriends bed beside the swimmer. "He's supposed to be back in three days," Emily grinned. "I can't imagine how happy you must be," the musician smiled, taking the swimmer's hand. "When I see him I'll be happy. When he's actually home, then I can start breathing again," the athlete gave her girlfriend a small kiss and turned her TV on. "Do I... Get to meet him?" Maya asked, raising an eyebrow at the taller girl, who rolled her eyes and smiled. It was about an hour before they heard anything besides the movie that was on. It sounded like the door from downstairs had opened.
"Hello?" Emily called, sitting up and muting her TV. "Mom?" she asked, looking over at the artist and back at the door. The girls exchanged nervous looks, but they vanished as soon as the figure entered the room- Maya's turning to confusion, Emily's turning to surprise and pleasure. "Dad!" the swimmer cried, jumping up and throwing her arms around him. "Hey there kiddo! How's my baby girl doing?" he chuckled, hugging his daughter back just as tightly. Pam walked in a few moments later. "And you must be Maya," the older man smiled warmly at the musician standing uncomfortably behind them. She nodded. "Well it's nice to finally put a face to the name," he grinned, holding out a hand. The artist took the offer and shook his hand slightly.
"Likewise Mr. Fields," her voice was nervous and Emily gave her a reassuring look. "Oh please, Mr. Fields is my father, call me Wayne," he insisted. "O... OK," Maya seemed to warm up a bit at that. "Well I should probably go, you guys have some catching up to do," the musician grabbed her bag. "You don't have to go Maya," Pam informed her. "No I should probably be going anyways, my parents need my help tonight, they're having some dinner party," the shorter girl stumbled a bit over her words. "Alright, I'll walk you out," Emily offered, taking her girlfriend's hand and leading her downstairs, making sure to close her door behind her. "What's up? You seem nervous. I promise you he won't bite," she asked as soon as she was sure they were out of earshot. Maya shrugged.
"I just... You need some time with your dad. I know what it's like to want to just have some time alone with someone when they come home," the musician's voice was quiet and suddenly the athlete understood. She had completely forgotten about Luke. "Oh my god... My I'm so sorry, I... I didn't know he'd show up in uniform, honestly I didn't-" Maya cut the taller girl off with a soft kiss. "Really Em, it's fine, I just... Catch up with your dad. I can always come over some other time," the artist offered a weak smile. "Alright... Can I call you later?" Emily asked, opening the door for her girlfriend. "Yeah, sure, see you later," and with that Maya kissed the swimmer on the cheek, fixed her bag, and walked out the door.
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