Greenelan~The Journey

Alyssa

I drag Emma upstairs to my room since it's the first time she's ever been over. I like the vibe my room gives off. I feel like it fits my personality.

"Well here it is." I say to Emma as I open the door to my room.

Emma steps into my room slowly and immediately drops down to the soft shag rug I have on my floor.

"This rug is so soft." Emma says while she does a "snow" angel on the rug. "I didn't expect your room to look like this."

"What did you expect it to look like?" I chuckle.

"White. Very white." Emma laughs.

"It was super white for a moment, but I convinced my Mom to let me design my room the way I wanted." I say.

I make my way over to my bed and I pat the spot next to me and Emma comes over and lays her head on my lap.

"So....how do you feel?" I ask.

"About what?" Emma asks looking at me confused.

"Being here...speaking with my Mom." I say nervously.

"I know it sounded like I didn't want to come over earlier and I'm sorry. I was just nervous about actually meeting her...I didn't think she would like me." Emma says quietly.

"That's...understandable." I say nodding my head.

Emma sits up and looks at me in my eyes. "Is there something else on your mind?" she asks.

I breathe in slowly and let out a shaky breath.

"You know how we applied to NYU and UCLA together? I got into both." I say quietly.

"Alyssa that's awesome!" Emma exclaims. "...Why do you look sad?"

"Because...I have no idea if you're going to get in too. We just got our relationship back on track and I don't want to lose that. We applied together so we could be together." I say sadly. "I don't want to leave you...and I don't want you to leave me."

"Look, even if I don't get in...we can make long distance work." Emma says.

"Everyone knows long distance doesn't work Emma." I say. "I need physical touch!"

"Alyssa...when did you find out you got in?" Emma asks.

"Well before you came actually. I haven't even told my Mom...which is dumb because she's my Mom." I say quickly.

"Hun...I haven't checked my email since like last week. I could've gotten in and I have no idea." Emma laughs.

"Well check your email!" I exclaim.

"Mmmm...no." Emma smiles.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whine.

"Because...I have a good feeling that we're gonna be okay. Have some faith." Emma says.

"I do have faith. I do, but...I don't know I'm just tired of feeling like the people I love are gonna leave me." I say.

"Lyss...is this about your dad?" Emma asks.

"Um...I think so. I'm starting therapy soon because I have some stuff I need to work through." I say looking down at my hands.

"I'm proud of you." Emma says while intertwining her fingers with mine.

"Why?" I ask.

"I mean therapy is a big step. I know you've probably been fighting with whatever is going on internally for a while and admitting you want help is the first step." Emma says.

I start to tear up. I don't even remember the last time anyone was proud of me for something besides an academic achievement.

"Alyssa why are you crying?" Emma asks while she places her hand on my cheek.

"I'm just really happy." I say as I let the tears fall. "I love you."

Emma kisses me and looks at me in my eyes.
"I love you too."

"Okay, enough lovey dovey stuff. What are we watching on Netflix?" I ask.

"Have you watched Umbrella Academy?" Emma asks.

"No....should we watch it?" I ask.

"I would be offended if we didn't." Emma chuckles.

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Emma goes home and I'm on cloud 9. I honestly didn't expect things to go over so well with her meeting my Mom. Which is great because this possibly means future sleepovers.

"You two are really in love, huh?" my Mom says as I make my way over to the kitchen.

"Yeah." I say with a smile creeping on my face.

"So, what's this I hear about you getting into some certain colleges?" my Mom asks.

"Wait what?" I say in a state of panic.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Emma....you didn't tell me you applied to those schools." my Mom says.

"Oh....yeah. I didn't think that UCLA or NYU would be on your approved list of schools you wanted me to go to." I say quietly. "They're not as prestigious as Harvard, Stanford, Princeton, or MIT."

"Honey, I want you to be happy. You need to start living for yourself and stop living for me. Maybe you wouldn't be so uptight." my Mom chuckles.

"Me? Uptight? Mom, I hate to break this news to you but you're the one that's uptight." I laugh.

"Then go where YOU want to go." my Mom says.

"Okay." I say nervously.

My Mom leaves my room as I get a text.

Emma: bruins or bobcats?

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hey guysss i know i haven't been super consistent but this chapter gives you a hint about what the sequel will be about i hope you enjoyed even though this chapter was pretty short