Emmie POV -
The days leading to the weekend movie night passed quickly and without incident, and before I knew it, I was lying in my bed on Saturday morning. I stared at the ceiling, nothing on my mind as I tried to fall asleep once more.
When the memory that I was hosting a "party" tonight came to a screeching halt in my mind, I jolted out of bed and raced to the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth.
I then pivoted on my heel, to face the offending shower.
God, I hate mornings.
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Jake POV -
I walked quickly down the road, away from the yelling taking part between my parents (what's new?). I'd just barely been able to get away before they turned on me. And personally, I don't think bruises are the new "fashion statement".
I looked myself over. I looked okay I guess, donning a dark purple button up shirt, making the dark circles around my eyes (gifts of insomnia, I suppose) less noticeable. This was my favourite shirt, after all, though nothing seemed really right when you're up against your (beautiful) best friend.
I shook my head, frowning a bit, before fastening my stride.
Almost there!
I hopped onto her front step, knocking twice.
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Emmie POV -
I had popped nearly ten bags of popcorn, messed with my bangs at least eight times, and was now sporting my yellow smiley-face pajama bottoms with an over-sized purple hoodie. I took in my reflection in the mirror (albeit reluctantly). I snickered when I realized he had probably gotten dressed up for this, while I was wearing an outfit (if you can even call it that) that I put together in the dark.
I nearly ran in to the wall when two soft knocks thrust their way into my mind. I raced downstairs and quickly flung open the door, revealing Jake standing, his arms crossed behind his back, glancing around happily.
He never seemed to be unhappy, and as such, his happiness instantly swept over me, a big grin engulfing my cheeks.
He was wearing a dark purple buttoned shirt, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. His pants were dress pants, black and straight. His honey-coloured hair swept over his eyebrows in a casual disarray. His eyes, perched above his high cheekbones, carried his signature dark circles. Too many sleepless nights, he said.
I enveloped him in a hug before grabbing his hand, pulling him into the living room.
chapter three! hope you enjoy. r&r please? :)