Emmie POV -

I was in a big rush.

I had to get home from work and get ready for a big date. This was important stuff. I had met this new guy through one of my coworkers, Jessie. Apparently he was a big deal in this town. But who knows, she's been wrong before.

I sat impatiently in my red Jaguar, tapping my fingers obnoxiously on the steering wheel. Could the traffic honestly have picked a worse time to get this congested?

I turned down a back street and switched on my GPS. My car did the rest, guiding me to the quickest route to my dinky little apartment. Ahh, technology. I got out of my car and slammed the door accidentally in my frenzy. I ran up the stairs to the apartment complex, saying hello to neighbors passing by.

I entered my "house" and threw my purse on the counter, walking quickly to the bathroom to fix up my hair and makeup. I decided on a 'less-is-more' take on life and applied just a bit of mascara and some blush (gotta accentuate those cheekbones!). I scurried over to my closet and opened up the folding double doors, peering into my wardrobe.

"Really?" I thought out-loud.

I had nothing to wear. Nothing at all.

Had I seriously been too busy to go shopping for a nice little dress?

I rummaged through the clothes, throwing them behind me if I didn't quite approve. Just as I was about to give up hope, I spotted something in the back, behind some boxes of junk.

Oh, The Little Black Dress! The perfect outfit for all occasions. I grinned widely and slipped it on, finding some cute heels to match.

I glanced at the clock; 5:17. My date was in exactly.. THREE MINUTES, HOLY-

I jumped up and ran out of the room, almost falling in these ridiculous shoes, grabbed my purse, check my hair one last time, and ran to my car (receiving many odd looks from neighbors).

I sped down the highway toward the designated meeting spot. "This guy better be loaded," I hoped. The restaurant we had chosen was hellishly expensive.

I got out of the car and, one last time, fixed my hair in the rear view mirror. I strutted my stuff and walked into the entrance hall.

"Ma'am, are you Emily Redman?" I turned around and nodded. "Right this way please."

He guided me between spaced out tables, filled with important looking people wearing expensive clothes. He stopped in the corner.

"Here you are."

"Thanks." I said, turning to face my date. He was pretty handsome; dark hair and a nice face with intelligent looking eyes.

"Hi, I'm Emily," I said awkwardly, smiling and taking a seat across the table.

"Great to finally meet you, Emily. My friend was telling me a lot about you. My name's Bruce." He smiled and leaned further toward me. "So tell me about yourself."

We talked for hours and hours, sharing stories about ourselves and getting to know one another, and before long it was dark outside and the restaurant was emptying around us.

"Well we sure know how to clear a room." Bruce laughed, standing up and stretching. "I think we should go before they kick us out."

We walked outside into the cool, night breeze, and stood together for a moment. He brought me to my car and stepped back for a moment, looking at the sky.

"Well," he sighed, "we should do this again some time. You're a really neat girl, Emily, you know that?" I smiled quickly and turned to the side, and in a moment, his lips were on mine. Despite my surprise, I let my eyes close and enjoyed the moment until he pulled back.

"Sorry," he grinned slightly, brushing a hand through his hair.

"It's fine." I laughed, hoping to ease the awkwardness. He took a step back and looked at his watch.

"Well, I've gotta run, I'll call you some time, alright?" He winked and turned around, walking away.

I hardly heard him though.

My heart was beating erratically in my chest. What had he said?

"I've gotta run-"

My heart shattered.

Jake..

Tears welled within my eyes and spilled over, smearing my 'less is more' makeup down my cheeks.

I had forgotten about it. As hard as that sounds. I had gone through counseling after he had gone missing. It seemed at though he'd fallen off the planet. I could've sworn I would go nuts without him there to help me through life and take my hand, to tell me everything would be alright. But I'd made it. I'd forgotten him, against my will, but it was all for the better. Ten years I had been without him, and looking back, those were the longest years of my life.

I cried all the way back home.

All the way up to my dinky apartment that now seemed so void of everything.

All night, I cried.

I called off work the next day.

What am I going to do now?

well, that's that! ten years have passed since the dreaded movie night. :( and no sign of poor jake. what happened to him? :0! the world may never know.

r & r please! you know i love you all. ;)