Chapter Two: One Thing
Restless tonight
Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It's nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line
Jay
"Man, Emma is such a drag lately," I said, taking another swig from the bottle I was holding. I didn't know what it was, but it was good. It was the first time I'd hung out with Sean since he came back.
"You can't blame her dude," he replied, grabbing the bottle from me. Yeah, this is what we do. Good old quality time. We were in my new apartment that was pretty empty except for the couch we were sitting on, and my bed in one of the bedrooms. I'm not one for furniture shopping.
"The kid's in a coma, get over it!" I yelled. "Why can't she just move on from him?" I asked. This is how I get when I'm drunk.
"I take it she hasn't seen this side of you," Sean said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh she has. She saw it when she was blowing me. Man, I miss those days. She was a lot more fun then."
"What?" Sean yelled. "What are you talking about?
"Dude, it happened like almost two years ago or something, I don't know. You weren't here, what does it matter to you?" I asked him.
"Jay that's disgusting. How could you do that to her?" he asked, sitting up and staring at me. "She's like a perfect little angel. Why would she do that with you?"
"What's wrong with me? It's not like I'm diseased or something," I said, laughing. "Oh wait…she did get gonorrhea. Maybe I am diseased!"
"You gave her an STD?" Sean yelled.
"Dude chill. Have some more," I said, handing him the bottle. "It's not like I forced her, and I didn't know I had it. Amy probably gave it to me. Nasty little whore. Anyway, Emma loved it. I was her 'release' or something like that. And I have to say, I liked it too. She's really good. You should try it sometime," I finished. I would have gone on in more detail, but Sean jumped up and grabbed the front of my shirt.
"Take it back Jay!" he yelled. I jumped up to face him.
"What's wrong with you man?" I asked him. "You in love with her or something?" That's when he punched me. And I mean punched. Right in the face. It really pissed me off. It hurt a little, but nothing I couldn't take. And for once, I didn't punch him back.
"Don't talk about her like that!" he yelled when I just stared at him.
"What are you gonna do Cameron? Deafen me?" I yelled. He mumbled something under his breath before sitting back down. "What was that? I couldn't HEAR you!" I yelled at him.
"I said sorry. You haven't changed a bit you know that?"
"What's so wrong with that?" I asked him. "If Emma liked me enough to…well, let's skip that part…then why should I change?" He didn't have an answer to that, so I gave him my famous smirk.
"You're not that baby's father, are you?" he asked me.
"A. I'm not sure why that really matters to you, and B. no, I'm not. Although Emma did pretend that I was for a little while. Which brings me back to my: I'm not that bad of a guy theory."
"Well then, who is?" Sean asked, looking confused.
"Craig Manning," I said, laughing a little.
"What? How'd that happen?"
"I have no idea. You'd have to ask her. Now I've got a question for you," I told him.
"And what's that?"
"Why'd you come back?" I asked.
"It's a long story. One I don't feel like sharing right now," he said, grabbing the bottle back from me and taking a long swig. This is what it's like to have a best friend. Well, one named Sean, that is.
Emma
I lay in my room, staring up at the ceiling. It was Saturday night. I obviously didn't have to go to work since I didn't have a job. Danica was already in bed, so I couldn't even occupy myself with her. I wish I could go to the hospital, but it's past visiting hours. So I'm stuck here, in this stupid room. I hate it.
I thought back to the moment my parents found out about my alter ego.
-Flashback-
"Mom, it's me. I'm at the hospital with Oliver, something happened.
"Emma, I saw something on the news about that club that your father went to. You were there, and I'm not sure why. What happened to him?" she asked. I could tell she was upset so she must have known something.
"Can you guys just come down here?" I asked through sobs. "I'll have to explain I guess."
Less than ten minutes later, after my parents found out about Oliver, I had to tell them everything. My mom just cried though my entire story. She buried her head in Dad's chest, not even wanting to look at me.
The look on my dad's face was horrible. It was full of disgust, pity, and anger. He started yelling, right there in the middle of the hospital. I've never seen him yell like that, besides the time he was sick.
"What is wrong with you? I can't believe you would do this to your mother Emma. You thought you had to stoop down to this level to get money? I'm disgusted. I saw YOU, my own daughter in a strip club. How could you put us through this? You know that what happened to Oliver could have been prevented if you didn't do any of this. He'd be sitting next to you, helping you take care of your daughter. You put him at risk, and now something's happened. It could have been you that got shot. You could be dead!"
All of his words were too much. And to top it all off, he started to cry. Then I cried harder, and the three of us were kicked out of the hospital for causing a scene. My parents sped off in their car, leaving me stranded. Not knowing what to do, I dialed Jay's number to ask him for a ride.
-End of Flashback-
I haven't talked to either of my parents since. It had officially been a week and they were ignoring me just as much as I was ignoring them. But I want to end it. So I guess I have to make the first move. But not before I make a phone call.
I dialed the number. I didn't really want to talk to him, but he could help me.
"Hello?"
"Craig, it's me," I said.
"Emma? Um, what's up?" he asked.
"If you want to help Danica, then you'll help me out tomorrow. Meet me at my house around nine, okay? Oh, and bring a pickup truck from Joey's lot," I finished.
"Um, I guess I could do that. Mind if I ask why?"
"You'll find out tomorrow. Bye Craig," I said, hanging up the phone. Now I had to go make peace with my parents. And it was not gonna be pretty.
If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something
A/N: The song is "One Thing" by Finger Eleven and they own it...it goes with what Jay is feeling and what Emma's feeling too. Sorry's it's taken me so long to update...I'm house sitting and I don't have my computer with me! Anyway, this is the first time I've done Jay's POV in this story…hope you liked it. I'm going to be adding more people's POVs now…but it will still mainly go back to Emma's…at least, that's how I plan to write it. We'll see. So it was a little short, but I wanted to leave you with something to think about. You now know what's going on with Oliver...if you caught what Jay said. Review and let me know why you think Sean came back, and what you think Emma's gonna do with Craig tomorrow? Just to keep you (and myself) on track, the date for this chapter is Saturday, September 28th. I will put some more about school in the story…but it's not all that important right now. The weekends are where Emma will mostly get to talk to people, try to make up with them, and more problems will arise. Next chapter probably won't be up until Saturday or Sunday...And to reply to some of your reviews...
kisstherain205: no, this Oliver isn't based on Oliver James the actor. The only reason I picked James for the last name is because it was the only last name I could come up with that sounded good lol. This Oliver looks a lot different. Thanks for your review!
xXxXxXxXJemmaFanxXxXxXxX:I'm glad I got you hooked on the music...I love all the songs I used.
TemporaryxInsanity: No, he's not dead! lol...and that doesn't leave Emma and Jay to hook up, sorry. But interesting things will happen, I'll tell you that much!
Libby: You're one of the few people who actually guessed that he was in a coma, not dead! I'm glad you're a religious reader...I never thought I'd have this many people liking my stories...
To all my other loyal reviewers: Sorry but I can't write to everyone...you know who you all are though. I'm glad I've gotten so many reviews. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to!