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A/N- someone wanted to know how old Emma was when Ross and Rachel died, she was fifteen, and in the story a couple of months passed and she's sixteen.
Chapter 2- The Weekend-Part 1
That night Emma finally fell asleep. To her own surprise she slept quite long.
Luckily it was Saturday, and she had a whole free day. What she wanted to do the most was too stay home- well she didn't consider her aunt and uncles place home yet, but she could still just sit in "her" room and think more. It helped her relax when she sketched fashion designs. She had gotten the fashion sense from Rachel, but she did surprisingly well in school, especially science, and it was no doubt that she inherited that from Ross.
But Emma didn't spend the whole day relaxing. She was woken up when Madeleine ran into the room, telling Emma to get up because they were all going shopping.
Slowly Emma got up, and dressed. She put on a sweatshirt, and jeans. Usually she took a long time to pick out the "perfect outfit", but since her parents died, she didn't care much for that anymore.
During breakfast she tried to argue over going, but there was no point, Monica had decided and that was final.
When they got to the mall they all decided to split up. Emma wanted to go to the bookstore, but Madeleine had decided that she needed Emma's fashion sense to help her pick out the perfect outfit for her "big" date. Yeah right, thought Emma. What kind of a big date could a seventh grader have? She herself didn't date much yet. Especially for the past few months.
So for a good three hours Emma walked behind her cousin like a shadow, trying to help her out by saying things like,
" Yeah this will go with that," or " I don't think that shirt is really you", and " You might as well buy it."
Madeleine who was always so perky and "In the moment", didn't seem to notice or mind Emma's attitude.
When they left, everyone had tons of bags, except for Emma who only bought some black nail polish and a magazine. After all, how could she think about shopping after the suicide thoughts she had yesterday?
A/N- someone wanted to know how old Emma was when Ross and Rachel died, she was fifteen, and in the story a couple of months passed and she's sixteen.
Chapter 2- The Weekend-Part 1
That night Emma finally fell asleep. To her own surprise she slept quite long.
Luckily it was Saturday, and she had a whole free day. What she wanted to do the most was too stay home- well she didn't consider her aunt and uncles place home yet, but she could still just sit in "her" room and think more. It helped her relax when she sketched fashion designs. She had gotten the fashion sense from Rachel, but she did surprisingly well in school, especially science, and it was no doubt that she inherited that from Ross.
But Emma didn't spend the whole day relaxing. She was woken up when Madeleine ran into the room, telling Emma to get up because they were all going shopping.
Slowly Emma got up, and dressed. She put on a sweatshirt, and jeans. Usually she took a long time to pick out the "perfect outfit", but since her parents died, she didn't care much for that anymore.
During breakfast she tried to argue over going, but there was no point, Monica had decided and that was final.
When they got to the mall they all decided to split up. Emma wanted to go to the bookstore, but Madeleine had decided that she needed Emma's fashion sense to help her pick out the perfect outfit for her "big" date. Yeah right, thought Emma. What kind of a big date could a seventh grader have? She herself didn't date much yet. Especially for the past few months.
So for a good three hours Emma walked behind her cousin like a shadow, trying to help her out by saying things like,
" Yeah this will go with that," or " I don't think that shirt is really you", and " You might as well buy it."
Madeleine who was always so perky and "In the moment", didn't seem to notice or mind Emma's attitude.
When they left, everyone had tons of bags, except for Emma who only bought some black nail polish and a magazine. After all, how could she think about shopping after the suicide thoughts she had yesterday?