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Deleted Scene #2: I reworked a story that came before this one and the plot went in a different direction. I hope you enjoy!

Mrs. Goodall was back at home, likely sleeping due to the late hours. Mrs. Moran was already in bed. Emma could hear her snoring from time to time. Emma was sitting at the top of the stairs, looking at the door carefully for any signs of it opening. Gia was only supposed to be at Jake's for dinner, and it was now almost two in the morning. Mrs. Moran, confident Jake wouldn't let Gia walk home alone, insisted they were all just having too much fun to look at the time. Emma was a little more worried.

She saw the lights from a car flash into the house as one pulled up in the driveway. Moments later, Gia walked into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible as she assumed everyone was in bed. As soon as she flicked on the lights, she saw Emma at the top of the stairs.

"Sorry, mom," she rolled her eyes as she hung up her jacket.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? How late do the Hollings eat dinner? You couldn't have called or texted?"

"Sorry, we were playing Clue. You know, for a family that loves the game so much, they sure do suck. I had the mystery solved after three guesses."

"So then why are you home at two in the morning?" Emma crossed her arms over her chest.

"Um, I'm the new girlfriend," Gia said. "I can't walk into the Holling household and beat them all at their favourite game."

"But you can keep your best friend up all night worried about you? How did you get home? You know who walks these streets at two A.M, Gia? Bad guys!"

"I got a ride home from Gramps."

"Gramps?"

"Jake's grandfather," Gia climbed the stairs and put her hand on Emma's shoulder, "by the way, I had a good night, thanks for asking."

Gia started to walk to her room, tired from her night. Emma followed her inside.

"We're not done talking."

Gia rolled her eyes and pulled her pyjamas out from under her pillow, "Alright, keep going, then."

"I was worried, Gia! After everything, you really need to text! How was I supposed to know you were playing a game, or getting a ride home from Jake's grandfather… wait, his grandfather? I don't even know his grandfather. Alright, now we need to talk about getting in the car with strangers."

"Sounds interesting. Go on," Gia changed her shirt.

"I could have come to pick you up! Or why couldn't Jake drive you home? Look, I'm sure his grandfather is a nice guy and all, but unless I know him personally, I don't trust him."

"You done, yet?"

"No," Emma shook her head. "You don't keep me up past two and think I'm ever done. I've still got a lot to say!"

"Alright. I'm going to lie down, though."

"You're not taking this seriously, are you?"

"I'll text you next time, I promise," Gia said and pat beside her on the bed, inviting Emma to sit, "But I had a good time tonight. Jake's family was great. I really like them, and I think they really like me. Dinner was delicious, we had an awesome time playing games. I got some more dirt on Jake, and at the end of the night, instead of walking home, which I know you and mom don't like, I got a ride from someone I trusted and he dropped me off at the door and waited for me to get inside before he left."

"Well… okay but… just… text me next time. I was really worried."

"Do you want to sleep here tonight so you can tell yourself I'm actually okay for once?"

"I'll get my pillow from my room," Emma nodded her head and hurried off.

"Text if you're going to be late!" Gia called and when Emma came back into the room she launched her pillow at Gia.

"You're not funny," she frowned. Gia grabbed the pillow and set it down on Emma's side as she laughed.

"I think I'm hilarious."

"You're not."

"Well, I think you're cute when you're angry," Gia smirked playfully. "Which kind of keeps your anger from being threatening."

Emma crossed her arms over her chest, "You're lucky you're alive and well right now, or I'd seriously mess you up."

"You couldn't even if you wanted to," Gia challenged. Emma picked up her pillow again and used it to smack Gia, but Gia caught the pillow and ripped it from Emma's hands. Emma let out a little cry and started running from the room. Gia was right behind her with hers and Emma's pillows in hand.

"Mercy!" Emma cried as she jumped on the couch and covered her head with her hands. "Mercy!"

"I had a good time," Gia launched a pillow at Emma. "Jake's family really likes me," she threw the second pillow, "and I feel comfortable with them."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Emma picked up a throw pillow and hit Gia with it. "Just text me next time."

Gia stole the pillow from Emma and returned the hit, "I will!"

"Good!"

"Do you still want to sleep in my room?"

"Yes! My nerves are still acting up."

"Fine, here's your pillow," Gia gently handed the pillow over to Emma, even though her voice still sounded hostile.

Emma laughed as she looked up at her best friend, "So, you really did have a good night?"

"I'll tell you all about it upstairs. There's even a surprise guest appearance!"

"Ooh, who?"

"Don't ruin the story for yourself. Come on, let's go," Gia said and the two girls raced upstairs, passing Mrs. Moran, who was standing by the railing, having been woken up by the girl's fight.

"Goodnight, mom!"

"Night, Vanessa!"

"Good… night… girls?" Mrs. Moran shook her head, "Don't even ask, Vanessa, you're not going to want to know."

She turned around and headed back to bed.