Emma paced in her living room. She couldn't sit still. Spike was supposed to bringing Snake home tonight, and Emma wanted to see for herself whether he was okay or not.
"Emma." Snake spoke softly.
"Snake!" She shouted.
At her shouting Snake winced.
"Sorry." Emma appologized.
"It's not your fault, I just need to rest and then I'll be back to my old self." He smiled.
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"I can tell something's up." Emma told Marco that night on the phone.
"I bet it's nothing, really." Marco reassured.
"You're probably right, I'm just kinda nervous."
"You have a right to be."
"I guess. Anyway, are you looking forward to the dance?"
"Totally." Marco smiled.
"Wanna go shopping tomorrow? I have absolutely nothing to wear."
"Me neither." Marco said, smiling even more, glad Emma was back to her old self.
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"What about this?" Emma asked modeling a yellow starpless dress for Marco.
"It kinda washes you out, try a brighter color."
Marco looked around the store, realizing he was the only guy in there.
"Ta-da!" Emma had on a red one-shouldered beaded dress.
"That's the one." Marco grinned.
"Really?"
"Most deffinitely."
Emma tried to change as fast as she could, she didn't wanna make feel Marco un comfortable in a mostly-female store.
"Ready?" She asked as she paid for the dress.
"I still need something to wear." He smirked.
"Alright, let's go."
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"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked Emma on the phone.
"Nothing, I just...miss you." She lied.
"That's not it is it?"
"I'm worrried about Snake."
"Mr. Simpson's a fighter, I'm sure he'll be alright." Jimmy said, reassuringly.
"Yea...you're right, ready for the dance tomorrow night?" Emma quickly changed the subject.
"Sure am."
"Dylan's party is gonna be awesome. Gotta go though, see you soon?" Emma smiled as she hung up the phone.