Part B

*Hey school is finally out! Yes within a few hours at 7 on 5 June 2014 EST I will be a senior. What other way to celebrate than an update?

First off I would like to thank historyaddict for commenting and giving me the courage to continue working on my fanfic.

This chapter is mostly from Emily's view point and for a warning the next chapter there is some smut. More updates to come for new and old stories.

"Yes! I finally I did it." Emily sequels as she drags Al's and her bats into her trunk of her black Audi R8. "After months of searching for the 2p! America, I knew pissing off Olivia so much that she would to send me away to a different world would make my task easier." Emily then slams the trunk closed and walks back to the alley to bring Al to the car. Ugh he is heavier than he looks; she thinks as she puts Al's left arm over her shoulder and lifts him to his feet. It's a good thing that his hair is an auburn color because it hides the blood petty well. As she appears from the alley and drags Al along the street, a young gentleman sees her struggling with the passed out Al.

"Hey do you need any help miss?" the stranger asks.

"Oh yes please and thank you. I did not think he would be this heavy." Emily approved as the man grabbed hold of Al's right arm.

"So you know this guy correct?" he asks the girl.

"Yeah he is my boyfriend. He had too many drinks at the bar and passed out." Emily lied.

"Does he do this often?"

"No… not really. He can be wild sometimes… like tonight, but he is normally with his friend when he does. Oh I should had parked closer to the bar… but I knew I could not…"

Emily brings up so fake tear to sell the deal when the fellow stops her and stated "It's ok I am happy to help you. Don't you worry." The trio finally gets to the car and the young adult helps her put Al in the passage seat and asks "Do you want me to come with you to help him into your home?"

"No I should be fine. I'll set him on the couch. I can handle it." She responds as she opens door of the car. "Thank you for all your help." she thanked as she gave the stranger a kiss in the cheek leaving a light pink kiss mark on his cheek. Emily then hops in to her vehicle and drives away leaving the man standing in the parking lot holding his hand over his marked cheek.

Now all I have to do now is to find out where this bastard lives. She thinks as she starts to drive out of the city. It seems that this world is not too different from my world. I wonder if his house is in the same site as mine. There is one way to test this theory; I'll go to where Olivia, Francine, and Mel house would be. She then gets on to the highway and heads towards the FACE household.

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She finally gets to the FACE house and parks out front to see if her theory is true. The house is a two-story light yellow suburb house with a small white picket fence blocking the backyard. The front lawn seemed well-kept with a freshly cut lawn and a garden surrounding the house. The only exception is of a few broken lawn gnomes. Well who did that? Emily thinks already having a feeling that is was the person unconscious in her passage seat. Well I should get closer to the house to make should this is the 2P! FACE house. She reasons as she goes out of her car and sneaks up towards the house. She steps into the garden trying to stop her urge to destroy the flower bed or the gnomes. She then peaks her head to the window. She sees the surprisingly tidy living room and the Canadian laying on the couch with his feet on the couch and his laptop and a drunken France in the arm-chair.

From the window she can hear a muffled cheery England saying, "I made cupcakes! Who wants any?"

Matt takes out his ear buds out of his ears replies with, "Fuck no."

"Now honey you know better than to swear in the house." Oliver warns as he walks towards the living room. "Now pay to the… GET YOUR FILTHY FEET OFF OF THE COUCH NOW!" He screeches he goes into the living room. The Canadian takes his feet off of the couch and tries to be a smart-ass by putting his feet with his dirty boots onto the table. "Oh no feet go on the floor NOT THE FURNITURE!" Oliver then looks for the intoxicated France for help, "Can you please talk some manners into Matthew?" However the drunken Frenchman does not help the British man's plea, instead he makes the situation worst.

"Hey you maple-sucking bum! Go to your own house and leave us to…"

That is most definitely the 2P! FACE house. Emily thinks as she leaves the window and makes a dash for her car. She left because of 1. She did not want to hear what Francois wanted to do with Oliver and 2. To leave before Matt decides leave the house to find her or her car with the passed out Al. Once she finally gets into the car she looks at Al and says "Let's go home."

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She pulls up to the house that is similar to the FACE house, however is in worst shape. The lawn is a crispy brown with bald spots and trash throughout. Let's hope that this is the bastard's house. It seems like it. She gets out of the car taking her bat with her in case this is not Al's house. She then sees the mail box near the front door. Hmm I wonder if the ass looks at his mail. She walks up to the door and opens the mailbox and multiple letters addressed to Allen Jones flutter out of the box. So far her night seems to be full of luck with her finally finding Al and take him home with her. Now there is only one more obstacle, how do I get inside? She tries the door hoping to push her good luck, however the door is locked. Next she checks under the mat that says: Fuck You!, but there is not a key there. This son of a bitch better have a damn key on him or an unlocked backdoor, or I'm throwing him through the fucking window to get in. She walks over to the passenger side of the car and opens to the door. She then checks the American's jean pockets to see it he has his keys. Dear God please don't make Al come out of his comma and see me digging though his pockets. However like the rest of her day as gone by she finally finds a pair of keys on Al. Now let's hope that this is the front door key. And it is. She leaves to door open and goes for Al. She drags him inside and upstairs to the bedroom and places him on the bed. Emily runs down stairs to shut the front door so no one walks in uninvited. After that chore is done she runs up the stairs to join her Al.