Chapter Four

Friday came rather quickly for Jason. He had told the others he wouldn't be able to make it to the Juice Bar after school, cause he was gonna walk Emma home. His friends were happy for him, that he had found Emma.

Since he had asked her to the dance, they've been hanging out, getting to know each other, and to their surprise, they had more in common then they thought.

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The final bell to end the school day rang. The halls filled with teens, excited that the weekend was finally here.

As quickly as the hall filled up, as quickly it emptied. They're going home, getting ready for that night; Spring Dance.

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Jason waited by his locker for Emma. He had just said bye to his friends, who were going to the Juice Bar, for a quick after school snack before heading home to get ready for tonight.

His face lit up when he saw Emma walking his way.

"Sorry, I'm late. Mr. Johnson wanted to talk to me after class," She said, as she approached him. "One thing about him, he doesn't know when to stop talking."

Jason laughed. "Yeah, that was his problem. He could talk your ear off."

The couple began walking down the hall to the exit. Emma adjusted her back pack on her shoulder.

"I never did thank you for helping me with my History essay," She said, as he held the door for her.

"It was no problem," He told her. "Glad that I could help."

"You did and I'm grateful. I didn't think I'd be able to write it if you weren't there to help." He smiled at her as their eyes met.

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Jason and Emma walked, leaving the school behind talking. They walked through the park, Emma found that it was quicker to get to her house. Not that she wanted to get rid of Jason, but she had tons of stuff to do, before the dance. Occasionally, they'd flirt or he'd make her laugh or blush, by telling her that she was beautiful.

"Well, this is my house," Emma said, as they stopped in front of a white house.

Jason looked at the house. "Nice," He said.

"Thanks. It belonged to my grandma before she died 2 years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear."

Emma smiled up at him. One of the many things she had noticed about him. He was caring. And sweet, nice, fun to be around and not to mention very handsome. "It's okay. I know she's in a better place."

They stood there, looking into each others eyes. A strand of her hair fell in front of her face and Jason brushed it away, lightly touching her cheek.

"I should go in," She told him.

"Okay," He said. "What time should I pick you up tonight?"

"Well, the dance is at 7:00, so how about 6:30?"

"That's fine with me," He told her.

"Okay. I'll see you at 6:30."

"Yeah."

Their eyes met again, they smiled.

"Bye Jason," She said, then started walking up the path to her house.

"Bye Emma." He stood there and watched her. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He smiled to himself and left.

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Emma checked herself, one last time, in the mirror. Making sure that everything was perfect. She kept her hair down, soft curls in her hair, as it laid down past her shoulder blades. Her dress was short, a little above her knees, loose, but fit her in the right places. And it was a soft purple, almost blue in the light. She topped her look with a light purple eye shadow, eye liner and a clear lip gloss.

When she was satisfy with her look, she walked over to her bed, sat down and put her flat heel toe revealing, sandals on.

She glanced at her alarm clock. "He'll be here anytime now," She said to herself, getting up and leaving her room and headed downstairs to wait for Jason. The house was empty. Her parents were away, out. It had been their 20 year Anniversary. She hoped one day, she would meet someone and be still in love with them after so many years together, just like her parents.

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Jason pulled up next to Emma's house. Nervous, he turned off the car, opening the door, stepping out and hurrying around and up the path to her house.

He stood on her front porch for a second, before he knocked on her door. He heard footsteps and then the door open.

He smiled, when he saw Emma standing there, more beautiful then ever.

"Hi," He said.

"Hi."

Their eyes met. "You look beautiful," He said, softly.

Emma blushed, pushing a strand of her hair, behind her ears. "Thanks. You don't look half bad yourself." Jason wore a nice pair of tan pants, a black button down shirt with a white tank top underneath.

Lost in their own thoughts for a minute, they forgot where they were going.

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Jason shook his thoughts away. He knew if they didn't leave now, they would still be standing there, looking into each others eyes, while everyone else would be dancing, and that's what he wanted. He wanted to be able to hold her close to him. To feel her in his arms. "You ready to go?" He asked.

Emma looked away, from his eyes. She had felt all fuzzy inside, every time she looked at him. "Yes, just let me grab my house keys." She walked in her house, grabbed her keys and came back. "I'm ready." She closed the door, locking it behind her.

She linked her arm in his, as the two walked to his car. He opened the door, she got in, he closed it, once she was seated and he quickly hurried, getting in the drivers side.

He started the car, put it in drive and pulled away, heading to the school where the dance was being held.