Love like war.-Emerson Barrett-

🦷chapter eleven🦷

I wake up to emerson kissing my temple. Opening my eyes, I kiss emerson and go straight to the bathroom for my morning piss. After I pee, I wash my hands and start combing my hair; I look through my drawer to find my skincare. We've finally gotten off tour and are back home; I've been struggling a little bit with getting used to everything but I manage; I'm just glad that Emerson has been so understanding.

I've always had trouble with change, once I get used to things going a certain way it's hard for me to do things differently. It's a struggle but I suppose it just takes time.

After I wash my face, I brush my teeth, put my long thick hair into a ponytail and apply some cherry chapstick to my dry slightly cracked lips. I walk out of the bathroom feeling fresh and clean and smile to Emerson as I go to pick out my outfit for the day.
I suppose we have nothing to do today so I'm sure leggings and a tshirt will be fine.. " hey Em, do we have any errands to run or anything planned today?" I ask as I go to sit on his lap. "Oh yeah actually, I was planning on taking you to the park for a photoshoot; I figured I'd draw you too after the photographer was finished." He says as he grips my hips gently. I smile and nod before pecking his lips. "Okay babe I was just curious. I wanted to know before I got dressed so I wouldn't have get dressed again and have more laundry to do." I get up and go towards the closet that might as well be an extra bedroom. I grab my favorite vampire-esque lacy black dress and my best matching corset along with black thigh highs and my 1460 pascal max doc martens (the black platforms for the uneducated 🙄🤚)

After I finished getting dressed, I started to do my makeup; I decide to go with a basic look consisting of hooded eye eyeliner (or eyeliner for people with hooded eyes) with glitter in the corners of my eyes , black lipstick, and 25 mm false lashes. Nothing too crazy as I don't want to intimidate the photographer, I also don’t feel like handling the judging eyes of the public today. After my makeup is done, I curl my freshly dyed half red and half black hair.

I walk out of the bedroom closet and start posing to show of my look to emerson. He smiles his signature smile and walks toward me, "my love, you look like a goddess. You are so beautiful." I blush slightly and thank him before spraying myself with gingham perfume and grabbing my camel crush and the joint I forced emerson to roll for me. I enjoy smoking pot but I'm more of a bong girl and if I am to smoke a blunt or a joint, I prefer it to be rolled by someone who knows what they are doing. I walk downstairs grabbing a water before walking to the back patio. I light my cigarette first, edging my high. After my cigarette I light the joint desperately needing the power of pot to go anywhere public.

IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING I KNOW
There isn't really an excuse other than I deleted wattpad and as soon as I reinstalled it my dad's girlfriend took my phone away like she has the right