That Summer

If Anyone Falls...

Stevie was jolted awake at 9am to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She slowly opened her eyes, confused and in a daze, with Emma still sleeping soundly on her chest. What the fuck?! Stevie thought.

            Her wakeup call wasn't until 10, so there was no reason why anyone should be waking her an hour early. But the knocking continued. "Steves! Open up!"

Sharon! Stevie panicked. She couldn't let Sharon see Emma in her bed, naked nonetheless! She broke away from Emma's embrace, shaking her awake.

            Emma opened her eyes, equally as confused as Stevie was a few moments earlier. "Em, I'm sorry, baby, but you gotta wake up. Sharon's at the door! I have no idea what she wants!"

            "Sharon?" Emma asked in a sleepy voice.

            "Yes, Sharon! Now go hide!" Stevie softly demanded, pointing at the closet door. Emma jumped out of bed, still naked, quickly scouring the floor for her clothes.

            "Oh, good call, Em... pick your clothes off the floor!" Stevie whispered as Emma ran into the empty closet. Stevie threw on her robe, no clothes underneath, her nipples totally see through under the white silk.

            She took a breath before opening the door a crack, peeking her head out to Sharon. "Sharon, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up an hour before my wakeup call." Stevie growled.

            "I do, I do," Sharon said frantically, "we can't find Emma. Do you have her cell? I'm sure she probably stepped out this morning, but we need the information for soundcheck and getting into the arena, and she's not in her room, security hasn't seen her, and none of us have her number."

            Fuck! Stevie tried her best to look surprised and concerned while thinking of some excuse to pull out of thin air. "Calm down! I'm sure she stepped out, she's probably getting my coffee. If you're late to the soundcheck, that's fine. We can just drive over together. Either way, I'll have her call you when she comes by my room in an hour...and if she doesn't, then we can panic." Stevie consoled.

            Sharon raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I just want to make sure we aren't going to feel your wrath for not sorting things out before you arrive..."        

            "Sharon, it's fine. You're more so going to feel my wrath for fucking waking me up!" Stevie playfully yelled. "Now let me go back to sleep!" Stevie began to shut the door.

            "Wait!" Sharon stopped her. "Do you have any Advil? I have a terrible headache and both Jana and I totally forgot to pack some." Sharon asked.

            Stevie rolled her eyes, "Yes, I do..." She opened the door wider, motioning for her to come inside, clearly conveying her annoyance toward the whole situation.

            Emma was still hiding in the closet, trying her best not to move or make noise once Sharon was in the room. Stevie looked through one of her makeup bags, pulling out the bottle.

            "How many you want?" She asked Sharon.

            "Give me 2 of them." Sharon replied. As Stevie handed her friend the pills, she caught Sharon cocking her head to get a better look at the bed.

            "Steves, since when do you wear zebra print..." She asked quizzically. Stevie felt her stomach drop. Fuck, Emma's bra! Emma was equally frightened from the closet, kicking herself for not remembering to grab that with the rest of her clothes.

            Sharon walked over to the bed, picking up the bra and holding it up, mocking Stevie. "Honey, you've been influenced too much by your hot, young assistant!" Sharon giggled.