You're The Only One~ Eric Matthews

The Lackeys

Today was just another day where everything felt the same. Get up, get dressed, brush your teeth, comb your hair, eat breakfast, and then go to school. Nothing more, nothing less. And this morning was just the same as all the other mornings for Eric and Emma.

She waited outside for Eric—along with Cory and Shawn—in her car. Her eyes glanced at her watch, and she realized they were starting to get late. Impatiently, she honked the horn, hoping that the blaring noise would alert them. 

Finally, she spotted all three of the boys walk out of the Matthews's house. As they were opening the car doors to get in, Emma let out a sigh.

"Took you long enough," Emma spoke, giving them a small sarcastic smile. Eric looked back at her once he shut his door.

"Sorry, Cory was taking forever," Eric informed her. Cory perked up at the mention of his name.

"I'm going through a crisis here!" Cory exclaimed, making Shawn roll his eyes.

"Whatever." Eric turned and faced the front.

"I just want to get to school," Emma said, putting the car in drive. Eric looked at her confused.

"Why?"

"So, then I can get away from the two kids in the back seat." Eric nodded his head agreeing with Emma silently. Luckily, the drive to school wasn't that long.
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"Took you long enough," Emma said once more as Eric handed her a ticket to Sliding-Rapids Mountains and finished exchanging her books.

"First of all, you already used that phrase once today, stop it," Eric said with a pointed look. "Second of all, I literally just got them yesterday, give me a break."

"Yes, but I was there when your dad gave them to you."

"Well, I was supposed to give the other one to Cory, so I had to get out of that."

"Excuses." Emma said with a smirk, and a playful twinkle in her eye. They headed over to Eric's locker next, Emma holding her books against her chest.

She looked Eric up and down taking in his outfit. He was dressed as if he was a member of a country club. Eric raised his brows, a smirk making its way on his face.

"Like anything you see?" Eric was starting to get smug.

"Okay," Emma said, backing up a little. "I wasn't going to say anything this morning, but what are you wearing?"

"What?" Eric inquired. "It's—AH" Both Emma and Eric flinched—both for different reasons—they turned around and saw Joey and Frankie, dressed the same way Eric was.

"What are they doing?" Emma furrowed her brows. 

"Guys, What are you doing?" Eric repeated Emma's question, stepping closer to Harley's ex-henchmen.

"Tell us." Frankie told him. "We're here to serve."

"We're your new lackeys," Joey added.