Survivor, emily prentiss

𝟎𝟎𝟔, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

claire's pov

"Are you okay? You seem–" I pull him aside and wait until we are alone.

"I tried to kiss Emily." I blurted out, biting my lip. Instant regret. I didn't plan on telling anyone, but apparently all I've been doing are things I don't intend to.

Spencer's eyes widened. "Y-You what?"

"I totally misread the situation, and I tried to kiss her and she made it abundantly clear she wanted no part in it." I brought my hand to my face and chewed at my nails. I could tell he didn't know what to say, and definitely wasn't expecting me to say that. "I can't even look at her, I'm so humiliated."

"Y-You like Emily?" He eyebrows furrow with uncertainty. 

"Yes, Reid. I like Emily." I snap and take a breath.  "I'm sorry.. I'm just freaking out. I knew I had a bit of a crush on her, but I had no idea I would pull a stunt like that!"

"Uh, okay. Just breathe." Spencer handed me a cup of water. "What did she say, after you tried to kiss her?"

"She made up an excuse and left." I say worriedly.

I could see the gears working in Reid's mind. "I'm not the best person to be giving advice for stuff like this." He admitted. I throw my head into my hands. "I'm sorry to explode on you like this, I'm just embarrassed." I mutter and look up at him apologetically. I knew Spencer was trying his best to help me out, but he didn't have any clue what to do either.

The rest of the day when I wasn't talking to reid about emily, I was thinking about her... incessantly. I developed a strong friendship with her over the last year, and the thought of ruining it all because of a stupid crush killed me. how could I be so ignorant to believe she would like me back?

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After work, I drove to a pub near my apartment. It was quiet considering it was a Tuesday evening, aside from a few regulars it was just me. They have this rule you have to put your keys in a bowl at the entrance before drinking. I take a seat and ask the bartender for a rum and coke. The football game was on and I was never much into sports, but it was better than overthinking. I sigh and chug down my drink.

"Rough day?" The bartender asks, pouring me another before I had the chance to say no. I awkwardly smile and take a sip from the freshly made beverage. "That's enough for me, I have to work tomorrow." I tell him, twirling my straw. He puts his hands up and walks away, helping another man sitting at the end of the bar.

When I finish my drink I toss a $20 on the table and head out. I'm almost at the door when I sigh and turn around.

"Where are my keys?" I ask, partly annoyed.

Both men look up. "Sorry darlin', I don't allow my customers to drink and drive." The bartender says. I roll my eyes.

"I barely had two drinks." I scoff, not entirely sure if he's kidding. The older man shrugs and tosses a towel over his shoulder. "You can come get your car tomorrow. I'll call you a cab."

I wasn't near drunk, but instead of causing a fight I just let it be. "No, don't worry about it." I pull out my phone and walk outside. I go to pull up the number for a cab company when I see I have a missed call from Emily. I chew on my cheek before tapping her name and putting the phone to my ear.

"Prentiss." Her voice slightly echoed, I could tell she was in the stairway of her building.

"Hey, it's me." I pace back in forth.

"Claire? How are you?" I can almost hear a smile in her voice.

I pick at the skin around my fingers, before bunching my hands into fists. "Can I come over?" I blurt out. "Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?"

I nod at first and then forget she can't see me. "Uh, yeah. I just want to see you." I mentally punch myself for saying that last part.

"Yeah, come on by whenever you'd like." She says, and I smile to myself. After I hang up I feel a few drops of rain. Crap. Fortunately Emily's house is only a fifteen minute walk from here, and if I hurry I could probably get there in less than ten.

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I'm sorry this is so short i have writers block.
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