Chapter 11: Before the Date
Sean POV
Emma.
On a date.
With Spinner?
Spinner taking out Emma.
Emma and Spinner.
Spinner and Emma.
However way a put it, it broke my heart.
Emma POV
I threw my eleventh reject outfit on my bed. I couldn't figure out what to wear! Everything was wrong. Either my blues wouldn't match, or I had no jewelry to go with it, or else it would look terrible for the occasion. I needed help. Big time. I rushed to my phone and speed-dialed Sean's number since Manny was still sick.
"Hello?" I heard a weak voice say.
"It's me. I need help picking an outfit for my date. Can you get over her please?" I begged, staring at myself in the mirror.
"I don't know, I..." Sean's voice was barely audible.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. Sean almost never became tired nor weak.
He gulped. "Fine. Just... mmmm." He groaned.
"Sean, what's wrong?" I bit my lip.
"Nothing. His voice was below a whisper.
"Can you come here? Can you manage?" I asked.
He took a deep breath. "Sure. I'll be there. Bye." He hung up.
I was worried. What could've gone wrong?
Sean POV
I splashed my face with water. I was sincerely mad at myself. I almost started crying on the phone. That would have really blown it.
I grabbed my jacket and headed outside Halfway to Emma's, it began to Rain. Pour. Thunder and lightning. Great. It just perfectly fit my mood. Soon I started sneezing. I was going to get pneumonia or something. By the time I knocked on the Nelson's door, I was soaking wet. And in a hysterical coughing fit.
Emma answered the door. "Oh, thank goodness that you're here. I'm so confused on what to wear..." She stopped for a moment and studied me while I was gasped. "What happened to you?"
I couldn't answer. She dried me off with a towel, and laid me down on the couch. She brought me hot chocolate and sat by me, dabbing my face every once in a while with hot water. It felt great. She was so close to me.
It scared me.
"Emma, why do you need my help? That" I coughed, "outfit looks amazing on you." Cough, cough, sneeze.
Emma blushed. "This?"
I nodded and took a sip of my hot cocoa.
She was wearing a minidress that was made of American flag fabric. It looked as if she had wrapped the flag around herself. The dress glimmered every time it hit light since it had sparkles on it.
"Just let me do your hair."
"You, do my hair?" She looked at me in disbelief. "Are you sure you know how?"
"Just sit."
Emma crouched down so I could do her hair. She handed me a brush and a couple of scrunchies and a couple clips and pins. I ran the brush through her silky blonde hair. It felt so soft... I snapped out of my daydream and continue making the hairstyle.
The doorbell rang, and Spinner came into the room, just in time to see me finishing up her hair. I blushed beet red and Emma jumped up, clearly embarrassed.
"Wow. Emma, you look hot!" spinner exclaimed.
She smiled brightly.
I frowned. I never got that smile. The 'I really like you and I think you like me too so I'm flirting' smile. I wanted that smile. I ached for it.
Get well soon, Sean." Emma said, walking outside with Spinner behind her.
Yeah. Right.