A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers!!!!!!!! Sorry about mixing up the names. Oh, and Brian isn't married. I just read that to see where I left off and I was wrong. Lol. That's funny. I was wrong in my own story. On two things. Hahaha. Neways, R & R or I'll cry. Or scream. Whichever. And I'll do it n front of ur house. At ur door.

Disclaimer: I repudiate, which is a very proper word for 'disclaim'.

Emily woke up quite disoriented to her hotel phone ringing. She looked at her clock and groaned. It was six in the morning. She picked up the phone with one hand while rubbing her head and eyes with the other.

"Hello?" she answered groggily.

"Is this Emily Standish?" asked the voice on the other line.

"Maybe."

"This is Brian. Johnson."

"Hi."

"I woke you up. I used to do that to your father. What time did you go to bed last night?"

"You mean this morning. About two."

"You're gonna meet him around three."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Then why'd you call this early? You could have called at noon."

"Well, I thought I'd get you trained to wake up early for school next year."

"Which is in two months. I'll get trained later. Sleep is good."

"Ah, but so is energy. You want energy, don't you?"

"No, I don't. I'm a teenager and all teenagers want slumber."

"You're like your father, stubborn to the core."

"So that's where I got that from?"

"Yeah, I guess. Are you up yet?"

"I guess. Where are we meeting him at?"

"You're meeting him at his office."

"Ugh, alone! I won't recognize him! I'll be nervous. I'll run."

"No you won't."

"I don't know why you aren't coming. You were supposed to come. Why are you backing out of this?"

"I have a date."

"Around three? Come on Johnson! You said you were coming!"

"No. I have a date."

"You suck."

"No I don't."

"Ugh. Yes, you do. I'm nervous as heck and you're abandoning me. The curse of the unpopular. Everybody abandons you." She knew she had him with that, especially since there was a pause, a small choking sound, and a sigh, all coming the guy on the other line.

"I'm not falling for that," he eventually said.

"Fine. I hate this. I'm not gonna see him."

"Yes you are. You're not going to bail on him."

"You are on me."

"I have an excuse."

"Yeah, your date. With whom, may I ask?"

"None of your business."

"What do you do for a living? Are you, like, a billionaire computer geek? Are you going out with Cindy Crawford? Or Anna Nicole Smith?"

"No, a physics geek. Crawford."

"Billionaire?"

"You're meeting your father, so go and get ready."

"How am I supposed to know where to go? Who to ask for? Where to go? How do I introduce myself? What, am I gonna have to go up to him and say 'Hello, my name is Emily Standish and I'm your daughter?'"

"Ever heard of Andrew Clark and Alison Reynolds?"

"Yeah, got his number right here and I saw her name in a group with all of yours in a year book."

"Okay, they're married now and have a daughter. Anyways, I called them and Alison wanted to and is going to take you to his office and try to explain everything. We were afraid for Andy's health of Bender blew up."

"Really? So, I'm not going to be alone?.. Wait, what'll he do if he's blows up with me or Alison?"

"He doesn't hurt girls. Never has, it's his rule. So calm down."

"What about the whole drugs thing? Does he still do them?"

"If he did, you think I'd let a child meet him?"

"I dunno. I don't know you very well."

"So you don't trust me?"

"Eh, sort of."

"I'm hurt, Emily. Well, you better go and get ready."

"Fine. Bye. Ttyl."

"What?"

"Talk to ya later. Bye."

"Oh. Bye." He sounded embarrassed and something else. Emily couldn't detect what the something else was but to anybody else who was older would understand. It was the feeling of being old and not realizing nor feeling it until that very second.

They hung up and Emily sighed and then got up from bed with a sudden jolt of energy. She ate a muffin from her bag and watched TV for an hour then spent the rest of the time before she got ready on the internet emailing her friends. After awhile, she picked out her clothes for the day, which was the only pair of khakis she owned and they even had a skirt attached to them which was also khaki and a red snug shirt that was Tommy Hilfiger and of course the undergarments too. She got totally ready (and in her perfectionist state, which meant it took three hours to make everything ideal) and when she was putting butterfly clips that she had gotten in the third grade (still in the original package) in her hair, her room phone started to ring. Must be Mrs. Reynolds, she thought to herself.

She picked up the phone and said with a smile, "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Alison. Reynolds. It's Emily, right?"

"Yeah," Emily replied, feeling comfortable saying 'Yeah'. "But tons of people call me Em. You can too."

"Okay Em. I'm downstairs in the lobby."

"Oh, I'll be down there in a second."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Emily hung up and rushed to put on mascara and pink/red lipstick with lip gloss over it, the only make-up she wears. She stuffed everything she needed or thought she did in her black Vera Bradley purse/backpack (the Petit Point pattern). She put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on her room door. There was nothing to clean anyways. All her stuff was either still in her suitcase, drawers, or bathroom all in neat piles. She has never been this tidy before but she just didn't want anybody to have to bother cleaning up after her, including herself. She grabbed an apple that she had brought from home and she washed it off in the bathroom sink quickly. Then, Emily ran out the door, down the stairs (she had no patience so elevators didn't suit her well at all), and into the lobby, still eating the red apple. She was quick to spot Alison. It wasn't hard. She looked so. familiar somehow. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink shirt with her hair back in a headband.