A/N: OKAY! I have some R-E-ELY big plans for this story! Oh my... ;D And since I'm super sick and decided to actually DO somefin I guess I'll be working on this! Whoooooooo~ :3
musicalBlink: Yeah, she's kind of a bucket head! . Bluh! :D
Narwhal-Riding-Alien: Thank you thank you thank you! w Strangely enough though, I have a tendency to change my writing style every story, based on the characters... Whoops! Haha and I just hate it when you're reading a fanfic, or just any story, and the characters start dating after they just met! Not very realistic... b: I mean, Em and Eri haven't even KISS-ED yet, (I know, I'm sorry gaiz... ;3) so I'm trying to keep it as awkward as normal relationships are. ;D (Whoa, I wrote A LOT for that answer! O.O)
KikoTsukinamura: Oh no! *Shoosh paps to the rescue!* D: Ack! Don't be sad yet, you'll be BAWLING later! (Oh whoops, spoilers! . Um... Yeah... .)
Aquafortistheta: Yayayayay! I'm so glad you enjoy it! XD And having Eridan as your patron troll, whale! We'll just have to be great fronds! w
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"Emma: Continue to be, well you."
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The days following the Ball, Eridan had been acting different. And well, off... I was getting pretty worried by this point... It seemed like we barely even saw each other, even though we live in the same hive. What was going on? Today he left right after he woke up. Eri didn't tell me where he was going or when he'd be back... Days like this left a girl to wonder all sorts of things... Was he with her? And if he was, why? Was I just a distraction to him? Did that mean Vriska was right? Was I really just the copy? Ugh! I had to get these crazy thoughts out of my head! I settled for doing the one thing that calmed me down when I was upset. Baking.
By the time I was done, or more like, by the time there weren't any ingredients left. I had three cakes (two vanillas, and one chocolate), two pans of oatmeal peanut butter cookies, almost thirty strawberry cupcakes with chocolate icing, a blueberry pie, and a cooling cake pan of my famous chocolate nut bars. The kitchen was an absolute mess, and so was I. Flour and icing was everywhere, especially in my hair. I pulled off the makeshift apron that I'd found in the closet, and plopped my butt onto a chair. I still felt rather frazzled, albeit in a mellower manner. Eridan still hadn't come back and it had been several hours... I looked around dazedly, oh jeeze... I went a little crazy there... I groaned, flopping my head onto the counter in front of me. This was a really stupid idea. It was getting pretty late too, how was I going to clean it all? Where was I even going to put all these goodies? I decided to be a lazy ass, because I was still in a pretty grouchy mood. Ya know what? Screw it all! I'm going to stay here and do nothing, whatsoever! I sniffled slightly, and hiccupped. I was acting like I was on my period, but frankly I just needed a hug... And a cupcake... I grabbed said cupcake, knocking the total amount of thirty two down to thirty one. That made me feel a bit better but the taste of salt water made me hiccup again. I wasn't crying... Was I? Looks like it was time for a status report; I had numerous amounts of baked treats, several cups of flour on myself, a severely messy kitchen, Eridan was STILL gone, and now I was crying with my head flopped onto the counter and my tummy full of cupcake. It was a rough day. I ended having to eat a few cookies to calm the frick down and stop crying. I then partially cleaned the kitchen, giving up and passing out whilst sitting at the counter.
When I woke up, the kitchen had been magically cleaned and several of my chocolate nut bars were missing. I immediately noticed the note taped to the counter in front of me. I scanned it over, my eyebrows scrunching together as I read.
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Dear Em,
I knoww that wwe havven't talked for awwhile. But I havve some important things to do an I wwon't be able to sea you again anytime soon. I'm sorry Em. You're cookies are reely good. Maybe you can showw me howw to make 'em sometime.
Flushed,
Eridan
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I could hear my heart crack. The tears plopped down, making darks marks on the wood counter. No amounts of baking could fix that.
Then I did something I rarely did.
I got angry.
Really angry.
Crumpling the note in my fist, I stood. Walking over to one of the many cookie trays, I started to shake with rage. I picked up the stupid thing and threw it. The metal clanged as peanut butter cookies flew all over. I picked up the random trays and platters throwing them in random directions to relieve my pain and anger. It only succeeded in making me feel stupid and showering broken glass and cupcakes everywhere. I was DONE with being treated like crap by my family, by random shitty people, and now by him. I walked to his room that I had been using. The small shards of glass stabbing me in the feet as I walked, making me bleed, but I wasn't paying attention to that at the moment. Throwing the door open I grabbed the first bag I saw and began flinging my things into it, once done I dragged the bag to the living room. He was going to leave, was he? Well so was I. I opened up his weird pesterchum thing and contacted the first person I saw online.
CA: I need you to come get me, noww.
CG: WHAT. WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I COME OVER?
CA: Just come fuckin pick me up!
CG: UGH. FINE. JUST, WHATEVER. FUCK YOU.
I closed the chat, and went back into the kitchen. I grabbed the sharpest thing I saw, which was a large shard of glass, and stuffed it into the bag as well. A little while later I heard a sharp knock at the door. I lugged the bag over and opened the door. When Karkat saw me his expression turned to shock and then annoyance. I was a sight to see, flour still clingy to my hair and clothes, my feet shoeless and bleeding, pieces of glass and bakery items stuck all over my body, plus a fierce and seething expression on my face. If I were Karkat, I would've been shitting myself. But I wasn't Karkat, I was Emma. A very, very mad Emma.
"Where the fuck is Eridan." He asked, frowning.
"Not here. You're picking me up, asshole." I spat out, trudging out of the hive and shutting the door.
"What of the-"He started to ask.
"Don't. Ask." I growled, cutting him off. He got the memo and realized it was time to shut the hell up. I walked up to the boat docked on the little island and climbed aboard, Karkat trailing behind. As the boat was started up it brought back painful memories of the Ball, and well everything... My anger started to seep away as the drum of the boat's motor roared on. I started to cry. Again. But this time I had a feeling that the tears wouldn't stop by merely eating a cupcake. I felt someone sit next to me and lightly pat my shoulder. Even though my head was bowed and salt water was blocking my view, I still knew it was Karkat.
"Hey, don't cry... It'll be okay." I wasn't paying attention to his gentle words though. I was too busy choking on my own gross sobs. I was too busy being heartbroken.
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A/N: Um, this was supposed to be a filler? Aaaaaand, the only reason I'm not sobbing grossly as well is because I'm drugged up on Sleepy-Time tea... Mmmk... I totally didn't edit this... Be glad I cranked this out in a day... Hm, time to pass out. ~(e w e)~
