Chapter 8: Emmett
After a while, Ali and Rose started pushing away the alcoholic drinks and started to drink more water.
I, on the other hand, kept the shots coming.
Everyone was standing around the room, talking and laughing. I was sitting on the couch alone, doing another shot when I felt the sofa dip in. In the middle of the shot, I slid my eyes over to see Emmett smirking at me.
"BellieBoo. Wanna explain to me why you're trying to get piss-drunk?"
"I'm tired of remembering Em." I sighed.
He looked at me sadly, and put his arm around my shoulers. I glanced over at him and felt my heart squeeze. He looked so much like his dad who was my dads older brother. I realized how much I actually missed my parents.
"And then tomorrow when you have a god-freaking-awful headache and you're hunched over the toilet? You'll remember then. Or do you plan on living in a bottle for the rest of your life? What about your stories? Are you just going to end them without putting out the last book? Bells, you gotta think about the other people are you."
This was one of the most serious things to ever come out of Emmett's mouth.
To bad I won't remember a fucking thing in the morning.
God damnit.
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