When, where, how?

Where?

The next morning, Emma walked out to her dock and sat beside Debbie who was dipping her toes into the water. Debbie leaned and smiled at Emma,"It's nasty flooded water, why are you putting you feet in it?" Debbie smirked,"Because it's still summer, and it's very hot out here.." Emma nodded and laughed along with Debbie. Debbie put her feet up on the dock and sat Indian style on the dock,"Do you think death is as bad as they say? Like painful?" Emma shrugs and looks into the water,"I dunno, I guess it just depends on wether you want to, and how you die.. Why?" She looks at her. "I kind of want to try it.. Dying ya know? Like, just die and then know what it feels like.." Emma raised a brow at her and stood,"I'm making bacon.." She walked into the house and Debbie fallowed. Emma stood in the kitchen with a pan and a pack of bacon lighting the stove. Debbie sits on a chair at the table,"Would you ever kill me?" She asks curiously,"Debbie, your freaking nuts, okay? I'm not going to kill my best friend.. No!" Debbie jumps up and walks over to her,"But see your not hurting me, your just doing what I asked you to! As long as you don't feel guilty for it, I mean you don't believe in Heaven or Hell anyway Emms, so what does it matter to you?" Emma put some bacon into the pan and shook her head,"I don't want to kill you, I have no reason and I have no desire, why don't you just do it your self if you wanna die so bad?" Debbie shook her head,"I wouldn't have the nerve to." Emma shook her head,"I'm not killing you.." Debbie bit her lip and tapped the counter with her finger,"Okay, then.. Help me kill myself.." Emma shook her head again,"You know that once your gone you won't come back right?" Debbie nodded,"Duh.." Emma fried the bacon and placed it on a plate and carried it to the table,"I'm not killing you Debb.." She ate.