Secret Life, an Emison Story

Hang Out

Chapter 4: Hang Out.

Ali's POV.

I was frozen with fear that the waiter had fingered out who I was. My perfect dream was over, but to be sure, I was going to hear him out.

"Really? I do?" I tried hard not to tremble my voice.

"You just remind me of someone, I just can't put my finger on it."

"Don't strain yourself." I say.

"I know who you look like."

"Who?"

"That teen actress, Sasha Pieterse, my daughters love her." Fewf, I could finally breathe again.

"I don't know who that is."

"Well you sure look like her. You know, with the bright blue eyes, and blonde hair." That sounds like a lot of people.

"Well, thanks for the compliment. Not everyone resembles a celebrity." Some people are compared, some people resemble, others are actually celebrities. In this case, I was trying to be none of the above.

I was about to go to sleep when Emily texted me. I was so happy, she just made me smile. Was this what it felt like to have a friend? This constant joy when being around a person that makes you smile?

Hey, I enjoyed our chat earlier, what are you up to tomorrow? Eeep! I was screaming inside, she wanted to know what I was doing tomorrow, a common line for, let's hang out. Then I remembered, over dinner, me and mom talked about my just having a girl day tomorrow, so I just texted out of impulse.

Me too, I'm sorta busy tomorrow, I can hang out Sunday. Really Ali, Sunday's your birthday, you know you're going to be busy.

Sure, can't wait till then. Where do you want to meet up? I was starting to get giddy. I didn't know if mom wanted people in the apartment yet, and I didn't exactly know where I was going so I replied:

How about where we met?

Sure. Not to be too nosey, but what are you doing tomorrow? I could just tell her the truth, my Mom and I are having a girl's day tomorrow, but my brain was still in impulse mode. I don't know why I said what I said, but I did.

Family thing, my uncle Morty's Birthday. Why did I say that? I had no uncle Morty, if we're being technical, I didn't have any uncles, just two annoying aunts, from my dad, Karen, and Jannete. They were not alcoholics, but they were gamblers. Now that I think of it, my dad was probably giving them some of my money as well, because I don't think junk food and beer costs 15,000 every two weeks. Good thing I made good money, or else I probably would be broke by now.

Sorry, have to go, apparently helping a neighbor move tomorrow. Talk later? Night. I didn't know if that was a lie or not, what reason would she have for lying is one I didn't know of. I just trusted her anyway.

Definitely, night.

I talked to mom about Emily's texts, she said I could do whatever I wanted to for my birthday, which made me happy. I didn't know Emily very much, but I did know I liked her already.

Emily's POV.

Last night was perfect, I couldn't wait till Sunday.

"Emily, time to get up, we're helping the Johnsons move today."

"Ok." I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

"So, where are the Johnsons moving to?"

"Kentucky."

"Why?"

"They have family there." We ate breakfast, then left for the Johnsons down the street.