Pasts never Spoken 5

When Emily woke up, she was in her room again. She remembered her reliving her past with Wesley all night, then falling asleep in his arms by the riverside. He must have brought her home. Mia wasn't in their room, and sunlight was leaking through the closed blinds. Then she saw the time: 10:46.

"Shoot!" she whispered, hazels widening, "I overslept!" The girl through off her warm sheets, scrambling to her feet.

"Don't worry," a voice spoke to her, "you don't have to worry about training today." She gasped at Jayden, who was still sitting in the corner, arms crossed, and she knew he was glaring.

"What are you doing in here?" she demanded.

"Still in time out," he grumbled, "you put me here yesterday. Remember?"

Her cheeks flushed as she held back a smirk. "Having fun over there?"

"I get it, okay?" she saw his ears turning red, though she didn't know if it was from anger or embarrassment, "now can you please let me out? I really need to go to the bathroom."

"Come right back," she taunted. He returned quickly, still glaring at her, face beet red.

"You..." he began, but she cut him off.

"No, no, no," she smirked, "back in the corner."

"What?"

"You heard me," he grumbled something under his breath, but got back in the chair, "now ,talk."

"You," he growled, "are in some serious trouble."

"Says the guy in time out," she giggled.

"Your behavior will not go unpunished," his tone was warning, but she was having too much fun.

"This threatening isn't freeing you any sooner," she was wearing a devious smirk, "I got time."

He huffed, but kept talking, "Why would you just blow up at me?"

"Because you blew up at me," she shot him a glare, "and put me in the corner for no reason. You treat me like I'm a baby."

"Well, I get where your coming from now," her leader crossed his arms, "this is so boring and childish."

"Exactly," her voice was taunting as her face was fierce in a glare, "you having a short temper is no reason to be mean to Wesley and I. Our fight was stupid, you know? But you punished him too harshly and you know it."

"I did," he admitted, "and I regret doing that to a friend. And I am sorry I put you two in the corner and treated you like children. I'm sorry for our little fight and my temper. I overreacted to something I understand you didn't want to talk about."

"Yeah you did," Emily agreed, "but I'm sorry for blowing up. It was very immature of me."

"I'm not arguing," he agreed, "I need to talk to Wesley. We all need to have a nice little talk about this. Lack of communication leads to problems."

"Alright, let's go," she started out.

"I would," the Red Ranger snarled, "but. I'm. Still. In. Time. Out."

Giggling, she spoke, "Your dismissed."

He glared at her when he rose, but she just laughed. Rolling his eyes, he picked her up by the waist and carried her over his shoulder. She squealed, but he was smiling, so she did too. She knew she was going to be in trouble, but at least he was being gentle.