A/N: Hello. I can't believe how long this story is. I'm sorry. I hate
long stories. It looks so much shorter on the word document. I'm on page
35 and have writer's block on what will happen in the very end. Oh well.
If you have any suggestions, comments, raves, go ahead and write them.
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"Hey Joey," said Emily when he opened his hotel door. It was midnight and had been three hours since she had gotten back.
Brian had talked about how surprised his fiancé was when he proposed and Emily slapped him so he'd shut up, thinking about Collin, and he did. When he dropped her off, she thanked him, waved, and went in the hotel and up to her room. She turned on the TV and watched a special about real psycho killers that escaped from jail in Chicago and watched it as she changed into her pajamas, which were a spaghetti strap top and pants that had a penguin print on them. Then she heard some noises and ran to the elevator, where she punched in the button for Joey's floor.
"You okay?" Joey asked.
"This insane killer named Harold Jenkins escaped from jail two years ago and he's been sighted around here."
"Why the heck do you scare yourself like that?"
"I dunno. It's fun."
"Come on in."
Emily went in the room and started jumping on the bed. She didn't want to sleep and she wasn't about to let him sleep either. He came to the side of the bed and outstretched his arms. Emily jumped into them and laughed as he staggered back.
"How about we call Callie and have her come over for a sleepover!"
"Okay, but first I have a question."
"Shoot."
"What happened at the meeting tonight?"
"Um, any question but that."
"Come on Em."
"It was for me too. I had to ask them questions. I did. And guess what. They didn't answer them. I'm really tired Joey. Can I lay down?"
"Sure, still want me to call Callie?"
"Nah, she's probly sleeping. She'll kill us. Plus, I kinda wanna sleep."
"Why not in your room?"
"I'm scared. But I'll go back-"
"No, it's okay. You can stay here. I'm not letting you stay up all night and then be pissed off at me in the morning."
"I'm not a morning person."
"I know. Go ahead and lay down. I'll order a cot."
"Why not just sleep by me? I mean, it's not like we're gonna do anything, and this bed is big enough for both of us. Remember when we were young and we used to do that?"
"Yeah. Okay, I'll sleep by you."
"Promise you'll be good?"
"Em, you know me better than to not trust me."
"True."
Emily was already lying in the bed and Joey climbed in on the other side, far away so that she knew she could trust him. They ordered a movie and Emily got Joey to rub her back until she fell asleep. Then he fell asleep on the other side of the bed.
Disclaimer: I disclaim what I don't own but own what I don't disclaim.
"Hey Joey," said Emily when he opened his hotel door. It was midnight and had been three hours since she had gotten back.
Brian had talked about how surprised his fiancé was when he proposed and Emily slapped him so he'd shut up, thinking about Collin, and he did. When he dropped her off, she thanked him, waved, and went in the hotel and up to her room. She turned on the TV and watched a special about real psycho killers that escaped from jail in Chicago and watched it as she changed into her pajamas, which were a spaghetti strap top and pants that had a penguin print on them. Then she heard some noises and ran to the elevator, where she punched in the button for Joey's floor.
"You okay?" Joey asked.
"This insane killer named Harold Jenkins escaped from jail two years ago and he's been sighted around here."
"Why the heck do you scare yourself like that?"
"I dunno. It's fun."
"Come on in."
Emily went in the room and started jumping on the bed. She didn't want to sleep and she wasn't about to let him sleep either. He came to the side of the bed and outstretched his arms. Emily jumped into them and laughed as he staggered back.
"How about we call Callie and have her come over for a sleepover!"
"Okay, but first I have a question."
"Shoot."
"What happened at the meeting tonight?"
"Um, any question but that."
"Come on Em."
"It was for me too. I had to ask them questions. I did. And guess what. They didn't answer them. I'm really tired Joey. Can I lay down?"
"Sure, still want me to call Callie?"
"Nah, she's probly sleeping. She'll kill us. Plus, I kinda wanna sleep."
"Why not in your room?"
"I'm scared. But I'll go back-"
"No, it's okay. You can stay here. I'm not letting you stay up all night and then be pissed off at me in the morning."
"I'm not a morning person."
"I know. Go ahead and lay down. I'll order a cot."
"Why not just sleep by me? I mean, it's not like we're gonna do anything, and this bed is big enough for both of us. Remember when we were young and we used to do that?"
"Yeah. Okay, I'll sleep by you."
"Promise you'll be good?"
"Em, you know me better than to not trust me."
"True."
Emily was already lying in the bed and Joey climbed in on the other side, far away so that she knew she could trust him. They ordered a movie and Emily got Joey to rub her back until she fell asleep. Then he fell asleep on the other side of the bed.