Warnings ~ fluff, slight angst? random addresses if that's warning worthy? 🤷🏻♀️ the use of gifs/photos 😭 i know i'm sorry, they're for context though 😑
Word Count ~ 6.2k
A/N ~ Hey! I'm finally posting this as i've been contemplating it all day! Here you go!
"Em come on we have to go!" my dad yelled up the stairs.
On this week of 'Emily at her dad's!' we're visiting his girlfriend!
Get me out of here.
"Okay okay! I'm bringing my airpods though" i scoffed.
"Fine. You've met her before! Remember? When we had that day out?"
"Yeah yeah. Let's go" i sighed, sinking into the front seat.
The last time i met her, i made sure to look as nice as i could. I wanted to set a good example of who i was.
But now. A lot is different.
For one, my hair is purple. I dress a lot differently now.
So. I feel a lot more like myself than the last time i met her.
But i still don't want to go to her house for a few days.
I told my mum about it and she was pissed. She never wanted me to go see her when i did in the first place. But here we are.
-2 hours later... still Emily's POV:
So. Her house is BORING as fuck. There's no colour. The walls are all white. It's like her house was never changed from the default settings. Ugly brown kitchen cabinets. A plain sofa? In all honesty i'm surprised there's a tv here. This is so boring. The only good parts about being here are that i get my own room, there's wifi, and there's a bean bag in the corner of the living room.
That's where i'm going to be spending my life here. The bean bag.
After a while, his girlfriend's daughter came home. She's 10 and she's a spoilt brat.
"Hey that's my seat!" she whined at me.
"Well i'm sitting here! And i'm the guest aren't i?" i laughed at her.
"Mummy!! She's in my seat!!" she yelled.
"Yeah! Go cry to mummy who wrecked my parent's marriage" i sneered.
She soon ran off.
"Where's my daughter?" his girlfriend asked, finally coming in.
"I don't know. I think she went upstairs when she came in" i shrugged, not taking my eyes off of my phone.
She left the room and i rolled my eyes.
God this is so boring.
I open Instagram and see i have a few messages.
Sam, with a million messages. I'll read those in a minute.
Lydia, with even more messages. Read those later.
Zendaya, one message.
WAIT WHAT?!
ZENDAYA??
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