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Chapter 3: Trunk Picnic?

Erin turns to look at me on her bed and asks me about an idea she has, "So...what if I take Lane out and leave you and Emerson to talk?"

"Why would we need to 'talk'?" I remark her statement

"Because I see the way you two act around each other." She snaps back

I give her a confused look, "We do not like each other...we're just friends."

"Friends with benefits." She scowls.

"Ok maybe I have a little crush." I admit.

"I KNEW IT!! It's settled then! I'll take Lane out and you tell Emmett how you feel about him." She sincerely tells me, grabbing my hands.

"Ok fine." I say, releasing her grasp on my hands, getting up and grabbing the tray. Struggling to open the bedroom door, she comes over and opens it for me. "Thank you." I tell her, smiling at my fail.

We walk downstairs to see the boys wrestling in the living room, I'm carrying the breakfast tray and Laura grabs the tray as we reach the bottom step. Lane and Emmett come over to me and I tell them I'm ok as they try and help me walk, "Guys seriously I'm ok, I carried the tray down here myself, and I've lived with this for years now...I'm ok I promise." They both look at each other and shrug.

I roll my eyes and giggle, "So boys, I was thinking Me and Lane could go on a date and Rem and Emerson could stay back and go to the beach or something." Erin chimes in nudging me giving me a look like 'take this as a chance to tell him' I look at her and say, "Ow! What was that for."

"Oh sorry, but don't you agree that would be a great idea?" Her eyes go big as she says that.

"Ya that sounds perfect!" I state, smiling at Emmett.

"I'm in, Lane? You good to go with your girlfriend?" He asks, laughing as if he's gonna say no.

"I'm fine with that. I get to be with this gorgeous girl all day!" He smiles at Wren.

Erin jumps down from the steps and wraps her arms around Lanes neck, and plants a kiss on his lips. Me and Emmett look at each other and exchange a disgusted look, so I grab his hand and we go out on Wrens back patio. I find myself sitting down next to Emerson, who made it outside before me. Still in pain from last nights events, I grab my stomach in pain as I try to sit down next to him. "Here I got you." He reassured me as he helps me sit down. "Thank you." I tell him.

He smiles and nods, he places his hand on the small of my back and gently helps me to sit, cautious of any bruising or touch that will cause pain. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder. "You could've told us about this before you know..." He tells me, looking at me like he feels bad, and he probably does.

"You guys wouldn't have understood, it was easier to live with that in secrecy than have you guys worried about me all the time. I knew if I told any of you that's all I would hear about, 'What did he do this time, I'm going to murder him, I'm not letting you go back home, your staying with me' all that stuff I knew I would be told." I stated, with a sad demeanor. He looks down at me, then up at the beach that's in front of us.

"We just want to keep you safe, we care about you Remi. A lot." He remarks, making it clear he really does care. A tear falls that I didn't know about, he holds me closer to him, and kisses the top of my head.

'Why does he have to make this so hard?!' I question to myself. He genuinely cares about me, all he wants is to keep me safe, nothing more...why can't I just tell him?! Maybe it would make things easier. Maybe it would just complicate things more.

I nuzzle more into the side of him as his arm is wrapped around me, I watch as the waves curl over one another. "It's so calming, the ocean." I tell Emerson.