i wanna be yours | clara x emily

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i haven't been feeling the best. covid is really kicking my ass so this update will not be proofread. please ignore any mistakes, i don't have the energy to fix them🫠

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: swearing, slight mentions of alcohol
word count: 3792

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Luke: "Remembering is easy. It's forgetting that's hard." Brodi Ashton.

"You knock!" Penelope whisper yelled. "I don't want to lose my hand!"

"You act like I wouldn't also lose my hand!" Tara whispered yelled back. JJ pinched the bridge of her nose as she listen to the bickering. "Just knock!"

"I need to type for my job!" Penelope whispered loudly. "I need all of my fingers!"

"And I need to hold a gun properly for mine!" Tara whispered back.

"Jesus Christ," JJ said and reached over, knocking loudly on Emily's office door.

"Come in!" Emily shouted as she didn't look up from her files in front of her. The three women hesitantly walked in with large smiles on their faces. Emily looked up and immediately regretted telling them to come in. "No."

"Oh come on! It hasn't even been ten seconds! You don't even know what we're going to say!" Penelope said and gestured between the three of them. Emily raised her eyebrow as she looked at them.

"Is it about a certain brunette woman that the three of you had the pleasure of seeing me interact with for the first time in years?" Emily asked and clasped her hands together onto the desk. Penelope stammered as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Okay fine—maybe!" Penelope said and threw her head back. "But I have the right to some questions!"

"No!" Emily said and sat back in her seat.

"Yes! It looked like you were going to piss your pants when you saw her! She looked important to you, so we just want to know!" Tara said and crossed her arms. Emily sighed and clenched her jaw tightly. The three women all smiled as innocently as they could as they begged Emily with their eyes. The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes as she threw her pen down.

"Clara and I knew each other through a mutual friend in college," Emily said and tilted her head up. The three women all made themselves comfortable while Emily shut her eyes to correctly tell the story.

"What do you want?" a twenty year old Emily asked as she put her earrings on. Her room mate, Jessica, was currently crouched down in Emily's mirror, invading her personal bubble extensively.

"Someone is nice and bright today," Jessica said sarcastically as she smiled at Emily. "Aren't you excited? You get to see that musty skater you can't seem to shut up about."

"He has a name," Emily said bitterly. The brunette woman rolled her eyes as she stood up straight and crossed her arms.

"And I will call him by his name once he's not an immature prick who treats you like shit," Jessica said and shook her head slightly. "I still don't see what you like about him. He looks like a fungal infected toe."

"He's nice to me," Emily said and smiled softly.

"That's great! He's a dick!" Jessica said and smiled forcefully. "I wouldn't go for him if I were you. I mean, look at you! You can have a senior guy if you wanted! Or literally anyone else!"

"Well, when the opportunity comes up for me to have someone else, I'll take it," Emily said and turned around in her chair and looked up at Jessica. "But for the time being, Devon is it. Maybe I can change him."