I apologize, again, for the lack of updates. It's only the third week of school and I'm already buried. Not to mention the five+ clubs I'm a member of. Busy girl, I am. Now I'd like to thank everyone for the reviews last chapter, I would thank all of you personally, but Fan Fiction is being a pain in my arse lately. Is it just me? Well, one reviewer in particular, lexie, made my day with her review. Honestly, you're so nice. You should just get an account, they're free, and that way you'll get an e-mail when I update ;) Kay, here you go!
I wake up the next morning feeling absolutely drained. Apparently screaming at your mother and then crying your eyes out can have that effect on you. Right after Emily told me she loves me, I lost it. Everything had been building up for so long; I couldn't hold it in any more. Emily was right by my side the whole time, which turned out to be surprisingly long, just holding me. I'm so grateful that I found her. I don't know where I would be without her. Well, that's a lie. I'd either be with Anthony or dead.
I roll over so I can see Emily and am met with two gorgeous eyes staring back at me.
"Hey." She whispers tentatively.
"Good morning." I whisper back tiredly. A frown works its way across her face. I reach my hand out and smooth the wrinkles that have appeared on her forehead as a result of her grimace. She lets out a small smile at my small gesture, letting her know not to worry. In this case, everything really will be okay.
"You're still tired." It isn't a question so much as a statement. I hesitate, but nod. I really am exhausted. Any plans of productivity have been unceremoniously thrown out the window. "Go back to sleep, I'll cook breakfast." My eyelids are already drooping, but I stick my lips out, asking for a kiss. She pecks my lips before getting up and leaving the room quietly. The girl is like a fucking cat or something; can never hear her coming or going. I've caught myself talking to an empty room several times when I thought she was still there. I drift off with a smile on my face.
When I wake up again Emily has sneaked her way back into bed. Told you, like a fucking cat. She's sitting up in bed reading a book, and she has clearly not noticed that I'm up yet. Revenge. See, Emsy here thinks it's shitting hilarious when she walks into a room and I'm talking to myself, or when I don't realize that she's left.
I smile slyly before jumping up and screaming. This has the intended result, which is Emily shrieking and falling off the bed. Well, okay, the falling off the bed wasn't planned, but an added bonus. I nearly piss myself laughing, while Emily stands up and glares at me. I instantly sober up when I see that she doesn't think it's as funny as I do. I then realize that she's holding a hand over one of her eyes.
"Cow."
"What happened?" I'm absolutely befuddled as to how falling off a bed can result in an eye injury.
"I'm afraid if I tell you that you'll laugh." She looks…shy? I stand up and pull her hand away from her face. I gasp when I see a bruise already starting to form.
"Emily, what…?"
"I may have punched myself in the face." She mumbles.
"Wh-" Is all I can manage to get out before I burst out laughing. Shit, bad Naomi. I stop laughing, with some difficulty, and pull Emily downstairs by her hand. I walk her to the couch and sit her down before wandering into the kitchen. I pull some ice out of the freezer before wrapping it in a towel and walking back over to Emily. I straddle her lap and put the ice pack gently over her eye.
"Better?"
"You always make it better." She whispers. I smile and kiss her before laying my head on her shoulder, ice pack still on her eye.
"Shit!" I fly into the bedroom at Emily's curse.
"What happened?"
"I have a fucking interview today and I completely forgot." Emily rushes out while running around the room collecting various clothing items. I smack my hand to my face because I forgot too. I run downstairs and close up Emily's portfolio, putting it by the door with her shoes and coffee. She rushes down the stairs, looking completely flustered.
"Babe, breathe. You've got time." She smiles up at me before sitting on the steps. "Um, Ems?" She looks up. "Your eye." I whisper. Her face falls.
"Mother fucker." She whispers.
"Wait, just…wait here." I run up the stairs and grab my makeup bag. I run back down and begin to apply everything and anything I can to cover up the nasty bruise that has since formed on Emily's eye. I didn't know it was physically possible to hit yourself in the face hard enough to leave a bruise. When you can hardly see the bruise at all I lift the mirror for Emily to see. She smiles before standing up and kissing me soundly, leaving me with what I'm sure is a goofy grin on my face.
"Right, I have to go. Are you gonna be alright? I'm sorry I totally forgot, and I know with what happened last night-"
"Em, I'm fine, really. Have a great interview, babe. See you later." I kiss her and shove her out the door. Well, now what?
I'm sorry it's so short, but I really don't have time to write. Oh, and does that not happen to normal people? They continue to talk, unaware that the person has left the room? Happens to me all the time :) Leave me something nice, kittens.