Fuck You

Chapter 17

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Emilia's
"He really furnished your entire house?" Emory asked as she walked in.

I nodded and let her look around. "Yeah, he um did my bedroom and everything." I replied as I walked in my bedroom. I slipped on my vans and grabbed my navy blue hoodie from my bed.

"What's going on with you and Dylan?" I asked as I walked in the living room. Emory was on the couch eating my white chocolate covered pretzels.

She let out a sigh and sat the pretzels on the table. "I haven't seen him much lately. He's always busy, on business trips. A lot of times we talk on the phone, but not lately. He's even too busy to pick up the phone. And I understand, you know? It's his job, I understand.." she whispered. "I just miss him. We don't ever do anything together anymore, we barely talk and when we do we're arguing. I'm scared, Em. I don't think it's gonna work out," she said.

I let out a sigh and sat next to her. "When does he come home?" I asked.

"Tomorrow actually. He said he's staying for a while, no business trips for a while. But I don't know if I can sit and wait for our time together to end. It's just lately time with me seems like a chore to him, maybe it's just me that feels that way. But I miss him, it just isn't enough." She said.

"Well when he comes back, tell him how you feel. Ask him if he thinks you two should stay together, see how he feels. Communicate, you two love each other, Em." I said.

She nodded. "Yeah, I am. I was thinking about it, but I didn't want to argue as soon as he gets back, you know?" she said.

I nodded. "If he starts an argument then just walk away. Communication and telling him how you feel shouldn't cause an argument," I said.

She nodded. "This is why I love you. You always have good advice but you never take it for yourself," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "Because it's easier said than done," I admitted.

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I had on a black, tight, cloth dress that was definitely too short. But I hated long, ugly ass dresses. Unless they were sundresses.

I followed Emory into her favorite club.

"It seems like just you and me haven't hung out in a while," I said as we took a seat at the bar to order a few drinks.

"I know.. but I definitely have plenty of time now," she mumbled.

"When does he come back again?" I asked. The bartender sat us four shots down. I noticed a good looking drink on display.

"Tomorrow," Emory answered.

My eyes lit up. "Ooh, can I have that?" I pointed.

She smiled at me. "Of course." She went to fix the drink.

"She's definitely flirting," Emory said.

I rolled my eyes. I grabbed the shot and downed them both back to back. Emory followed after me. "Can I have the same as her?" she asked as the bartender brought my drink over.

"Of course!" the bartender replied.

We ordered a few more drinks, I felt myself getting hot. I stood up, tucking my hair behind my ears and pulling my little black dress down.

"Wait! I'm coming," Emory said and drank her shot before standing up.

I wrapped my hand around her wrist and dragged her through the crowd. I wasn't much of a dancer, but I felt good and the music did. I laughed at Emory.