The Time I Met You [A Micheal Clifford story]

CHAPTER 5 MICHAEL.

Emma finally gets here. We have been waiting here for hours and I didn't know what to do. She wasn't at school, the crash was all over the news, and I remember Addison telling my Emma's last name was James. To add on to that, Addison texted me like a billion times to meet her at the hospital.
"Where have you been?" I almost yell at her.
"I skipped school because I woke up at noon since my dad didn't wake me up. I didn't see a point in going and I got here as soon as I could!"
She seems very frustrated. I probably shouldn't ask so many questions.
"Where is he?" she asks curiously.
"Still in surgery. He should be out any second."
As if she was listening for her "que" , a nurse named Jackie came out with the results.
"I'm sorry," this couldn't be good, "he didn't make it. He wanted me to tell his daughter that he loves her, and he didn't want to do this."
What is that supposed to mean? Emma seems to take the news pretty good. She is not crying or anything. I am really surprised.
I offer to drive her home, but she said that she didn't need a ride, just someone in the passenger seat to keep her company. I decide to go with her. Right as we get into the car, she breaks out into tears. I don't know what to do or what to tell her. I just leave her there, crying. I am really not good in these situations. While I'm playing Crossy Road on my phone, the car starts to move. She's driving. That's a good sign, right?
"Could you possibly spend the night?" She asks, trying not to cry while speaking.
"Yeah, sure. I would love to."
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We had frozen pizza for dinner, and went straight to bed after that. I volunteer sleeping on the ground, but she insists blowing up an air mattress for me. I sleep pretty comfortably there, and awake to the aroma of pancakes.
It's nine o'clock in the morning and I am late for school. The smell of pancakes fills the room, but I don't know where it is coming from. I walk downstairs to see Emma cooking pancakes with a smile on her face. The only time I have actually seen her smile, was Monday night, when we got hit with the sprinklers.
"Morning sleepy head. Are you ditching with me today?"
"Ditching?"
"Yeah. I will just tell my teachers about my dad, and that my boyfriend is comforting me. I can be a very good actor you know."
Boyfriend?
"I've never ditched before and-"
"Come on chicken. It will be fun. Just hang with me on the couch all day."
"I am not a chicken!"
"Then prove it!"
"Fine then. I will ditch school with you."
"'Bout time."
We sit on the couch all day and watch SpongeBob. I have never really seen this show before.
My mom still doesn't know that I ditched, so I go walk to my home and get there about the time I usually get home from school, and quickly change. My mom walks in the door and doesn't suspect a thing, or at least I think.