A new face after the race Chapter 3
Lucky sat on the bench located at the docks, heavily in thought. He didn't know what to do anymore. His relationship was quickly going down the drain and he couldn't do anything about it. And it was all his fault! He knew Emily was starting to lose her patience with him, and that was saying a lot because Emily had a lot of it, but he hid when he could make right. Flowers or candy or some other kind of gift was out of the question. Emily hated those unless it was a special day as her birthday, their anniversary, or something. Which none of those were near. That he knew of anyway.
So where did that leave him now? Waiting for the words "It's over" to come from Emily's mouth. Wait, not mouth. Emily would probably do the "dear john" letter or email. Both ways it would hurt, and then where would that leave him? He and Emily would lose their friendship along with it too! He couldn't lose that!
So he just came to the conclusion that he had to fight for their relationship. Which led him where at the moment? He tried talking, but that just left him with a slamming door in his face.
A ring woke him from his deep thoughts. He looked over at his watch, but it wasn't its alarm. His pager wasn't going off, so that left? His cell, Lucky realized. He quickly got it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked, not knowing who was on the other end because he didn't look before he answered.
"Took you long enough." The other person remarked. Lucky immediately recognized the voice. It was his dad.
"Sorry I was lost in thought." Lucky apologized.
"Figured as much. Where are you?" Luke asked, sounding a bit worried.
"I'm at the docks." Lucky answered, as he just noticed how dark it was getting.
"That's a bad spot to get lost in thought." Luke warned him.
"I know it is. I was just leaving." Lucky said and watched the area. The dock at night could be scary alone or not. Anything might happen, even if it is a popular area even at night or day.
"Good." Luke agreed. He had enough to worry about than his son staying at a popular place of crime, especially at night.
"Okay, if that's all..." Lucky stopped as he grabbed his things and made his way toward his truck that was in a parking lot to a small shop near Kelly's
"No, no. There's more." Luke said as Lucky continued his walk, watching around him for safety purposes.
"And the more is?" Lucky asked, getting impatient. Usually his dad was direct when it came to why he called. And there was a why. Lucky could sense one.
"Your mom wanted to know when you were going to come home and if you wanted any dinner saved." Luke said, once again using his direct ways, much to Lucky's liking.
"I'm not too sure when I'm coming home. Besides I'm over eighteen, there's no curfew for me." Lucky stated, uncertain and certain at the same time.
"Your mom knows that, she just worries. As does your sister and rest of the family." Luke said, hinting to something. Family might be over and he has wanted to spend sometime with Lulu, he remembers.
"I know, and I appreciate it. But mom needs to get I'm not a child anymore." Lucky said, knowing his mom was having real trouble doing that.
"Give her some more time; she still isn't use to you having a job, truck, and a life of your own. Even though I believe she should be already, but don't tell her that." Luke explained, with some fear of getting a dish thrown at him for that last comment.
"I doubt it will come up. Now did you want something else?" Lucky said, hinting to his father that he had to get off his phone. You can't drive and talk at the same time, even though he probably could, but he wanted to be safe.
"Yeah, there was something else." Luke started, and stopped to think what it was. "Oh yeah! What about dinner?" Luke asked.
Lucky's stomach growled at the thought of dinner. He was too depressed to eat at lunch time, and he had skipped breakfast to get to work, and he just remembered it was well past dinner time. He really needed to work on his eating habits. "I doubt there's too much left." Lucky commented, knowing his sister probably ate a lot of it. She was having a feeding frenzy lately.
"You're right about that. Your sister had a time with the chicken your mom cooked." Luke said, proving his thoughts correct.
"Just let Lulu have the rest, I'll grab something at Kelly's." Lucky said, dreading the fact that he had to wait for the food.
"Okay, where will you be heading after that? You said you didn't know when you were coming home." Luke commented, repeating his words.
"It depends on how it goes with Emily. If it goes bad I'll be home in less of an hour. If it goes good try in a few hours." Lucky stated. He had just decided a moment before to try to talk to Emily one last time. He had nothing to lose and little to gain.
"I thought she wasn't talking to you." Luke said. "I mean you sent her a dozen or so text messages that she has yet to answer, and is refusing to answer when you call."
"I said I was uncertain if she was or not. I found out later today she wasn't." Lucky said briefly, as he approached his truck.
"I sense it didn't come out as you planned." Luke observed with a hint of curiosity.
"You could say that. The one sided conversation ended up with me getting a door slammed in my face." Lucky said vaguely, not wanting to tell the part where he got tricked. His dad would throw it in his face all week or more.
"You going to tell me how you got the door slammed on your face?" Luke said, more like a request, than a demand.
"And have you throw it in my face, forget it." Lucky dismissed. "Is that all? I have things to do you know."
"I of all people know that. But that's it." Luke stopped because Laura yelled something. "Your mom said to be careful. Good lucky with Emily, I'll see you whenever you get home."
"Alright, bye." Lucky said as the connection was cut off. Lucky leaned against the seat as his stomach once again screamed feed me! Getting out of the car and locking it he walked toward Kelly's. When he checked his watch he saw it was closing time, but figured Emily would probably be locking up. Hungry or not, Emily was worth more than food. As he walked around the corner he saw Emily doing as he suspected. But then something happened he didn't like. Someone approached her as she was to begin walking home. He stayed where he was and watched Emily and the figure talk. They soon walked together the other way and Lucky quietly followed.
"You really don't need to walk me home. I can take care of myself." Emily remarked as Mark continued to walk with her. Mark was passing by when he saw Emily closing up Kelly's. This was his chance to get acquainted with Emily so he offered to walk her home.
"I know you can. I would just feel better if I did; besides I'm new here. I feel like an alien who just arrived on Earth." Mark answered.
Lucky heard the masculine voice and started to follow closer. So he was jealous. Mark was walking with his girl that was reason enough.
Emily gave a small laugh. "I don't see your spaceship nor do you look like one unless you have a good disguise. Though I doubt you could hide green skin, a big head and very small body with small antennas on your head."
"Is that how you see aliens? I always thought they were green, big head, small body, but no antenna." Mark said, as he started liking this girl more every minute. She had imagination, something he prized.
"You're the alien. Why don't you tell me?" Emily said as she was beginning to feel more relaxed with Mark.
"Okay, so I'm not an alien. I just feel like an outcast. Like I don't belong." Mark stated, revealing his current feelings. It was easy for him to tell her them. She was someone who could be trustworthy and would listen to your ranting and find it comforting instead of annoying. Another of his favorite qualities in a girl. They talked way too much back at home.
"You'll get over it." Emily said. "Besides how do you really know you don't belong?"
"You have a point there. Port Charles is still relatively new to me. I mean I came from the big city of Boston to the small rural place of Port Charles." Mark said with a sense of wonder.
"You're from Boston?" Emily asked with excitement present. She had read about the city in a travel book she got from the library. It sounded like a wonderful place to raise a family and do business.
"Yeah, you've been there?" Mark asked, interested. He bet she wasn't from there. Boston girls were obnoxious, and Emily was far from obnoxious.
"No, I would like to visit it one day though. It sounds like a wonderful vacation spot. Historical spots, famous authors' houses, museums. Not to mention the beaches. I bet watching the sunrise on the beach could be breathtaking. The water is also said to reflect the sun and expand the colors." Emily said in a dream like state.
"There are a lot of tourists." Mark agreed. "I wouldn't know about the beaches though. I didn't go too often, my mom was always working, and it would have been quite a walk to them."
"What about your father? Wasn't he around?" Emily asked cautiously. The father issue could be deadly at times, she knew that from experience.
"Nah, he's one of those love them and leave them kind of guys. He got my mom pregnant then ran out of town with the excuse of going to tell his friends the 'good news'. That's what my mom says anyway." Mark said. His mom had never said that to him, but he found it in some letters she wrote to her mom, his grandmother that passed away a few years ago.
"Do you know where he is now?" Emily asked, curiously. Emily knew what it was like to have a useless father.
"No, last I heard I had a couple of half-sisters and brothers though." Mark said, evident he was speaking the truth.
(This is a true story, except for the excuse and letter, I made those up. One of my best friends has/had a father like this. Don't know too much about it, so I made it vague.)
"I take it they have no idea you exist." Emily commented and continued to walk.
"I assume as much. But can we change the subject? I'd rather not speak of the person who assisted in my creation." Mark said, finally admitting the conversation was turning too personal.
"Of course. Can I ask why you left Boston and came here?" Emily asked, spotting Harberview Towers.
"I needed a change of scenery." Mark said vaguely. Emily sensed another reason, but didn't push it.
"I presume it was. Big city to small town." Emily commented.
"Yeah, but I like it. In Boston it seems everyone is too busy to care about other people, unlike here where they do and try to help all they can." Mark observed. And the fact that everything was pretty much in walking distance.
"Yeah, I liked that as well when I came here." Emily said truthfully. It had been quite a change as well. Coming from a place where no one cared to here where everybody suddenly did.
"How long have you been living here?" Mark asked as he sensed he was starting to get more info on her. That had been the main reason to walk her home.
"About six years." Emily said as she crossed the street to the other side.
"Is that considered normal around here?" Mark asked, revealing that he wanted to fit in.
"Not really. Many people have lived here most of their lives." Emily told him.
Mark's jaw almost dropped. All their lives in a small town like Port Charles? It was hard to imagine.
Emily saw his shock and tried not to laugh. She had seen people in shock, but this was crazy. "Hard to imagine, I know." Emily said as Mark shook of his shock and composed him.
They approached a big apartment building and Emily stopped. She looked over at Mark. "This is where I live. Thanks for walking me home." She said as she turned.
Mark heard her, but didn't remark immediately. "Wait!" He called when he gained his voice again.
Emily turned expectedly and looked over at him and waited for him to say something else. "What's your name?" He croaked out. He had been talking to her for a couple minutes and didn't even ask her name? He sure felt like a heal.
"Emily" She called out and started for the doors of the apartment building.
"Mark!" He called to her as she reached the doors and opened one.
Emily smiled and looked over at him, half standing in the door and outside. "Welcome to Port Charles Mark!" She said as she walked in the lobby and the door closed.
Mark stared at the doors for a moment and then turned to go. Emily, he thought. What a pretty name for a pretty young woman.
Emily exited the elevator as the door opened. She searched through her purse for her keys and unlocked the door. She opened the door and closed it as she looked around. It was too quiet. She walked to the kitchen and saw a note on the refrigerator. She picked it up and read it.
Emily, Took Melissa to movies. Be back later.
Jason
Emily shrugged and threw the note in the trash. She walked up the stairs to her room and took off her shoes.
"Who was that guy?" A voice asked, startling her. She looked up and saw Lucky sitting on her bed with a strange look on his face.
"What guy?" Emily asked, recovering after her scare.
"The guy you were walking with." Lucky answered, with anger in his voice.
"You were following me?" Emily asked, enraged. How dare he stalk her!
"You didn't answer my question." Lucky commented and watched Emily.
"And you didn't answer mine." Emily said stubbornly. Screw the silent treatment, she thought. She kept her anger in check for too long.
"Yes, I was following you." Lucky said and waited for her response. It wasn't an answer to his question.
"I want you out of here right now." She demanded and walked to her bedroom door.
"I can't do that." Lucky answered and stood from the bed.
"Why not?" She asked as she leaned against the door.
"Because I want answers." Lucky said coolly as he placed his hands near Emily's head on the door, so she was trapped and couldn't run.
"Answers to what?" Emily questioned innocently while trying not to look in Lucky's eyes. She couldn't handle the anger that they held.
"My questions." Lucky answered. "And I'm not leaving until I get answers" Lucky threatened.
"And who said I had to answer them?" Emily said as she struggled to get away.
"Me. Now who was that guy?" Lucky asked. "A replacement boyfriend?" That small phrase felt bitter coming from his mouth.
"It would serve me right, wouldn't it?" Emily said as she escaped from the trap and walked to the other side of the bed. She was still trapped in her room because Lucky was standing in front of her door, but she it was better than being close to him and his anger.
Lucky gave her a confused look. "Okay, I've been a bad boyfriend, I know that! I don't see why a couple missed dates would lead to the silent treatment though!" Lucky said, trying to keep his distance.
"You think a couple missed dates led to the silent treatment?" Emily said, with shock present. She had been mad they were canceled, but that didn't lead to silence.
"Yeah, isn't it?" Lucky said as he lost his anger and now was lost in confusion.
"No! I was mad, I give you that, but that is not the thing that made the silence between us happen." Emily said, glad the anger was gone. She had too many bad moments with it.
"Then what did?" Lucky asked, still lost in confusion. What was Emily talking about?
"You don't know?" Emily said, her grin falling into a frown.
"Would I be asking if I did?" Lucky exclaimed. He was so frustrated. They just kept going around in circles!
"How could you forget what Monday was?" Emily said, tears coming to her eyes. She made no attempt to hide them. Tears of sadness or anger, she didn't know. She felt so angry he forgot, but was also sad that he didn't remember.
"And Monday was..." Lucky said as he waited for an answer with a motion of his left hand.
Author's note: Oh, another cliffy! It was tempting to continue, but I wanted to give a chance to the reviewers to guess what Monday was(in my story, if you didn't figure that part out). Anyone who gets it gets the gift of an honorable mention! Feel free to guess or not to! Anyway, thanks for the reviews. More positive feedback felt good. More reviews/guesses would be appreciated.
Lucky sat on the bench located at the docks, heavily in thought. He didn't know what to do anymore. His relationship was quickly going down the drain and he couldn't do anything about it. And it was all his fault! He knew Emily was starting to lose her patience with him, and that was saying a lot because Emily had a lot of it, but he hid when he could make right. Flowers or candy or some other kind of gift was out of the question. Emily hated those unless it was a special day as her birthday, their anniversary, or something. Which none of those were near. That he knew of anyway.
So where did that leave him now? Waiting for the words "It's over" to come from Emily's mouth. Wait, not mouth. Emily would probably do the "dear john" letter or email. Both ways it would hurt, and then where would that leave him? He and Emily would lose their friendship along with it too! He couldn't lose that!
So he just came to the conclusion that he had to fight for their relationship. Which led him where at the moment? He tried talking, but that just left him with a slamming door in his face.
A ring woke him from his deep thoughts. He looked over at his watch, but it wasn't its alarm. His pager wasn't going off, so that left? His cell, Lucky realized. He quickly got it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked, not knowing who was on the other end because he didn't look before he answered.
"Took you long enough." The other person remarked. Lucky immediately recognized the voice. It was his dad.
"Sorry I was lost in thought." Lucky apologized.
"Figured as much. Where are you?" Luke asked, sounding a bit worried.
"I'm at the docks." Lucky answered, as he just noticed how dark it was getting.
"That's a bad spot to get lost in thought." Luke warned him.
"I know it is. I was just leaving." Lucky said and watched the area. The dock at night could be scary alone or not. Anything might happen, even if it is a popular area even at night or day.
"Good." Luke agreed. He had enough to worry about than his son staying at a popular place of crime, especially at night.
"Okay, if that's all..." Lucky stopped as he grabbed his things and made his way toward his truck that was in a parking lot to a small shop near Kelly's
"No, no. There's more." Luke said as Lucky continued his walk, watching around him for safety purposes.
"And the more is?" Lucky asked, getting impatient. Usually his dad was direct when it came to why he called. And there was a why. Lucky could sense one.
"Your mom wanted to know when you were going to come home and if you wanted any dinner saved." Luke said, once again using his direct ways, much to Lucky's liking.
"I'm not too sure when I'm coming home. Besides I'm over eighteen, there's no curfew for me." Lucky stated, uncertain and certain at the same time.
"Your mom knows that, she just worries. As does your sister and rest of the family." Luke said, hinting to something. Family might be over and he has wanted to spend sometime with Lulu, he remembers.
"I know, and I appreciate it. But mom needs to get I'm not a child anymore." Lucky said, knowing his mom was having real trouble doing that.
"Give her some more time; she still isn't use to you having a job, truck, and a life of your own. Even though I believe she should be already, but don't tell her that." Luke explained, with some fear of getting a dish thrown at him for that last comment.
"I doubt it will come up. Now did you want something else?" Lucky said, hinting to his father that he had to get off his phone. You can't drive and talk at the same time, even though he probably could, but he wanted to be safe.
"Yeah, there was something else." Luke started, and stopped to think what it was. "Oh yeah! What about dinner?" Luke asked.
Lucky's stomach growled at the thought of dinner. He was too depressed to eat at lunch time, and he had skipped breakfast to get to work, and he just remembered it was well past dinner time. He really needed to work on his eating habits. "I doubt there's too much left." Lucky commented, knowing his sister probably ate a lot of it. She was having a feeding frenzy lately.
"You're right about that. Your sister had a time with the chicken your mom cooked." Luke said, proving his thoughts correct.
"Just let Lulu have the rest, I'll grab something at Kelly's." Lucky said, dreading the fact that he had to wait for the food.
"Okay, where will you be heading after that? You said you didn't know when you were coming home." Luke commented, repeating his words.
"It depends on how it goes with Emily. If it goes bad I'll be home in less of an hour. If it goes good try in a few hours." Lucky stated. He had just decided a moment before to try to talk to Emily one last time. He had nothing to lose and little to gain.
"I thought she wasn't talking to you." Luke said. "I mean you sent her a dozen or so text messages that she has yet to answer, and is refusing to answer when you call."
"I said I was uncertain if she was or not. I found out later today she wasn't." Lucky said briefly, as he approached his truck.
"I sense it didn't come out as you planned." Luke observed with a hint of curiosity.
"You could say that. The one sided conversation ended up with me getting a door slammed in my face." Lucky said vaguely, not wanting to tell the part where he got tricked. His dad would throw it in his face all week or more.
"You going to tell me how you got the door slammed on your face?" Luke said, more like a request, than a demand.
"And have you throw it in my face, forget it." Lucky dismissed. "Is that all? I have things to do you know."
"I of all people know that. But that's it." Luke stopped because Laura yelled something. "Your mom said to be careful. Good lucky with Emily, I'll see you whenever you get home."
"Alright, bye." Lucky said as the connection was cut off. Lucky leaned against the seat as his stomach once again screamed feed me! Getting out of the car and locking it he walked toward Kelly's. When he checked his watch he saw it was closing time, but figured Emily would probably be locking up. Hungry or not, Emily was worth more than food. As he walked around the corner he saw Emily doing as he suspected. But then something happened he didn't like. Someone approached her as she was to begin walking home. He stayed where he was and watched Emily and the figure talk. They soon walked together the other way and Lucky quietly followed.
"You really don't need to walk me home. I can take care of myself." Emily remarked as Mark continued to walk with her. Mark was passing by when he saw Emily closing up Kelly's. This was his chance to get acquainted with Emily so he offered to walk her home.
"I know you can. I would just feel better if I did; besides I'm new here. I feel like an alien who just arrived on Earth." Mark answered.
Lucky heard the masculine voice and started to follow closer. So he was jealous. Mark was walking with his girl that was reason enough.
Emily gave a small laugh. "I don't see your spaceship nor do you look like one unless you have a good disguise. Though I doubt you could hide green skin, a big head and very small body with small antennas on your head."
"Is that how you see aliens? I always thought they were green, big head, small body, but no antenna." Mark said, as he started liking this girl more every minute. She had imagination, something he prized.
"You're the alien. Why don't you tell me?" Emily said as she was beginning to feel more relaxed with Mark.
"Okay, so I'm not an alien. I just feel like an outcast. Like I don't belong." Mark stated, revealing his current feelings. It was easy for him to tell her them. She was someone who could be trustworthy and would listen to your ranting and find it comforting instead of annoying. Another of his favorite qualities in a girl. They talked way too much back at home.
"You'll get over it." Emily said. "Besides how do you really know you don't belong?"
"You have a point there. Port Charles is still relatively new to me. I mean I came from the big city of Boston to the small rural place of Port Charles." Mark said with a sense of wonder.
"You're from Boston?" Emily asked with excitement present. She had read about the city in a travel book she got from the library. It sounded like a wonderful place to raise a family and do business.
"Yeah, you've been there?" Mark asked, interested. He bet she wasn't from there. Boston girls were obnoxious, and Emily was far from obnoxious.
"No, I would like to visit it one day though. It sounds like a wonderful vacation spot. Historical spots, famous authors' houses, museums. Not to mention the beaches. I bet watching the sunrise on the beach could be breathtaking. The water is also said to reflect the sun and expand the colors." Emily said in a dream like state.
"There are a lot of tourists." Mark agreed. "I wouldn't know about the beaches though. I didn't go too often, my mom was always working, and it would have been quite a walk to them."
"What about your father? Wasn't he around?" Emily asked cautiously. The father issue could be deadly at times, she knew that from experience.
"Nah, he's one of those love them and leave them kind of guys. He got my mom pregnant then ran out of town with the excuse of going to tell his friends the 'good news'. That's what my mom says anyway." Mark said. His mom had never said that to him, but he found it in some letters she wrote to her mom, his grandmother that passed away a few years ago.
"Do you know where he is now?" Emily asked, curiously. Emily knew what it was like to have a useless father.
"No, last I heard I had a couple of half-sisters and brothers though." Mark said, evident he was speaking the truth.
(This is a true story, except for the excuse and letter, I made those up. One of my best friends has/had a father like this. Don't know too much about it, so I made it vague.)
"I take it they have no idea you exist." Emily commented and continued to walk.
"I assume as much. But can we change the subject? I'd rather not speak of the person who assisted in my creation." Mark said, finally admitting the conversation was turning too personal.
"Of course. Can I ask why you left Boston and came here?" Emily asked, spotting Harberview Towers.
"I needed a change of scenery." Mark said vaguely. Emily sensed another reason, but didn't push it.
"I presume it was. Big city to small town." Emily commented.
"Yeah, but I like it. In Boston it seems everyone is too busy to care about other people, unlike here where they do and try to help all they can." Mark observed. And the fact that everything was pretty much in walking distance.
"Yeah, I liked that as well when I came here." Emily said truthfully. It had been quite a change as well. Coming from a place where no one cared to here where everybody suddenly did.
"How long have you been living here?" Mark asked as he sensed he was starting to get more info on her. That had been the main reason to walk her home.
"About six years." Emily said as she crossed the street to the other side.
"Is that considered normal around here?" Mark asked, revealing that he wanted to fit in.
"Not really. Many people have lived here most of their lives." Emily told him.
Mark's jaw almost dropped. All their lives in a small town like Port Charles? It was hard to imagine.
Emily saw his shock and tried not to laugh. She had seen people in shock, but this was crazy. "Hard to imagine, I know." Emily said as Mark shook of his shock and composed him.
They approached a big apartment building and Emily stopped. She looked over at Mark. "This is where I live. Thanks for walking me home." She said as she turned.
Mark heard her, but didn't remark immediately. "Wait!" He called when he gained his voice again.
Emily turned expectedly and looked over at him and waited for him to say something else. "What's your name?" He croaked out. He had been talking to her for a couple minutes and didn't even ask her name? He sure felt like a heal.
"Emily" She called out and started for the doors of the apartment building.
"Mark!" He called to her as she reached the doors and opened one.
Emily smiled and looked over at him, half standing in the door and outside. "Welcome to Port Charles Mark!" She said as she walked in the lobby and the door closed.
Mark stared at the doors for a moment and then turned to go. Emily, he thought. What a pretty name for a pretty young woman.
Emily exited the elevator as the door opened. She searched through her purse for her keys and unlocked the door. She opened the door and closed it as she looked around. It was too quiet. She walked to the kitchen and saw a note on the refrigerator. She picked it up and read it.
Emily, Took Melissa to movies. Be back later.
Jason
Emily shrugged and threw the note in the trash. She walked up the stairs to her room and took off her shoes.
"Who was that guy?" A voice asked, startling her. She looked up and saw Lucky sitting on her bed with a strange look on his face.
"What guy?" Emily asked, recovering after her scare.
"The guy you were walking with." Lucky answered, with anger in his voice.
"You were following me?" Emily asked, enraged. How dare he stalk her!
"You didn't answer my question." Lucky commented and watched Emily.
"And you didn't answer mine." Emily said stubbornly. Screw the silent treatment, she thought. She kept her anger in check for too long.
"Yes, I was following you." Lucky said and waited for her response. It wasn't an answer to his question.
"I want you out of here right now." She demanded and walked to her bedroom door.
"I can't do that." Lucky answered and stood from the bed.
"Why not?" She asked as she leaned against the door.
"Because I want answers." Lucky said coolly as he placed his hands near Emily's head on the door, so she was trapped and couldn't run.
"Answers to what?" Emily questioned innocently while trying not to look in Lucky's eyes. She couldn't handle the anger that they held.
"My questions." Lucky answered. "And I'm not leaving until I get answers" Lucky threatened.
"And who said I had to answer them?" Emily said as she struggled to get away.
"Me. Now who was that guy?" Lucky asked. "A replacement boyfriend?" That small phrase felt bitter coming from his mouth.
"It would serve me right, wouldn't it?" Emily said as she escaped from the trap and walked to the other side of the bed. She was still trapped in her room because Lucky was standing in front of her door, but she it was better than being close to him and his anger.
Lucky gave her a confused look. "Okay, I've been a bad boyfriend, I know that! I don't see why a couple missed dates would lead to the silent treatment though!" Lucky said, trying to keep his distance.
"You think a couple missed dates led to the silent treatment?" Emily said, with shock present. She had been mad they were canceled, but that didn't lead to silence.
"Yeah, isn't it?" Lucky said as he lost his anger and now was lost in confusion.
"No! I was mad, I give you that, but that is not the thing that made the silence between us happen." Emily said, glad the anger was gone. She had too many bad moments with it.
"Then what did?" Lucky asked, still lost in confusion. What was Emily talking about?
"You don't know?" Emily said, her grin falling into a frown.
"Would I be asking if I did?" Lucky exclaimed. He was so frustrated. They just kept going around in circles!
"How could you forget what Monday was?" Emily said, tears coming to her eyes. She made no attempt to hide them. Tears of sadness or anger, she didn't know. She felt so angry he forgot, but was also sad that he didn't remember.
"And Monday was..." Lucky said as he waited for an answer with a motion of his left hand.
Author's note: Oh, another cliffy! It was tempting to continue, but I wanted to give a chance to the reviewers to guess what Monday was(in my story, if you didn't figure that part out). Anyone who gets it gets the gift of an honorable mention! Feel free to guess or not to! Anyway, thanks for the reviews. More positive feedback felt good. More reviews/guesses would be appreciated.