"So, another lonely night?" Jon asked as he pulled his jacket on and they headed towards the door.

"Looks like." She admitted, stopping at the front door.
"Dad was scheduled to be at the hospital for a 24 hour shift in the morning, so he won't be home before then."

"Will you be ok?" Jon asked.
"If you need me to, I can call my buddy and tell him I'm too busy to go with him."

"And then you would just go later." Em said.
Jon knew she didn't agree with him selling drugs, but she also understood that rent had to be paid someway, and his mom wasn't doing anything to make money.
"I would rather you get it done now before it gets too late, unless I can talk you out of doing it completely."

"Emerson..."

"I know Jon. But it doesn't mean that I won't be worried about you all night. I mean it's Friday, I won't see you again until Monday. How am I suppose to know if you're ok?" She couldn't fight the tears anymore.

"I'll be ok. I always am." He said, wiping the tears from her face.
"Don't worry about me." He said. The look in her eyes drew him in, and before he could stop himself, he lost control and his lips began to move towards hers.
The loud horn outside stopped him and made him take a step back right before their lips met.
"I gotta go." He said, squeezing her shoulders and heading out the front door.
Then there she was. Left alone by the only two men in her life that meant something to her. She tried to busy herself by cleaning that house, but her mind ran wild with images of what could happen to Jon as the weekend went on.

Emerson found herself flipping through the channels, wishing for sleep to come, but she was wide awake with worry.
Her dad had called her saying that he was going to stay at the hospital for the weekend, he was on call anyway, and would see her sometime Sunday late afternoon. She was used to that. He couldn't even hear the hurt in her voice.
Em gave up on the tv. She locked the doors, turned off the lights, and went to her room and picked up a book. She had flipped through several pages, not even looking at the words.
Just as she was about to throw the book across the room, she heard a soft knock on the patio door in her room that lead to the back yard.
Her stomach dropped. She wasn't sure she wanted to see who was at the door, but the knock sounded again.
She slowly pulled back the shades to see Jon standing there with a movie in one hand and a bag of pop corn in the other.

"What time is it?" Emerson asked, stretching her arms and turning her face away from the sunlight pouring through her window.

"Um, I don't know." Jon's voice sounded gruff from sleep. He rolled away from her, removing his arms from her body.
"2 in the afternoon." He grinned rolling back to her.

"Crap!" Em said, jumping up and running around her room.

"What?"

"I have a track meet in less than an hour. I should have already been there." Em answered. Then she stopped and turned to him.
"Will you come?"
She knew how he felt about school sporting events.

"Gawd, Emerson. I can't believe you even asked me that."

"I know. But it would be nice to see you there." She said, grabbing her bags, and her outfit she had to changed into.
It was hard to take his eyes off her when she came out of the bathroom wearing a tight sports bra and short shorts.

"I have somethings I have to do today. I cut my night short last night." He smiled as she walked over and sat next to him on her bed.
She leaned into his side, and he let his arm rest on her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming back last night. I don't think I would have been able to sleep not knowing if you were ok or not."

"No problem Em. My place wasn't a good place to be last night anyhow."
Emerson didn't care that he was making excuses for why he came back. She was just glad he had.

"Will I see you tonight?" Em asked as he put her bags in her car.

"Possibly. Depends on how my day goes." He said.
"Good luck with your, uh, running today."

"Thanks." She said, and watched as he jogged over to a car that was waiting for him.