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✸ WARNING ! : this chapter will make you cry and it is very long so grab some snacks and a drink
For what felt like a first in a long time, Emmy was having real and genuine fun.
Drinking with people she actually enjoyed being around, laughing with people she found actually funny, and talking with people she didn't mind having an hour long conversation with.
Every now and then, she would glance towards Miguel, who was just standing around with a glum expression. No offense to him, but just looking at him brought her mood down.
She excused herself from whoever she was talking with, and beer glass in her hand as she walked through the sand to get to him.
"Hey!" Miguel turned at the sound of her voice, giving her a small smile. "Not having fun?"
"Not really," he quietly admitted, looking down at his phone. "Maybe this was a mistake."
Emmy looked at him confused. "What? The party?"
He nodded. "I should've just gone over to her house."
She looked at him in slight disbelief. "Okay, can I be brutally honest with you for a quick second?"
Miguel looked a bit confused. "Sure."
"Okay," she cleared her throat, placing her beer onto the ground and put her hands on his shoulders to make her face him. "You are reeking of desperation and it is killing my mood."
He groaned. "Emmy ⎯"
"I'm serious!" she exclaimed, giving him a shake. "She's not answering your texts or calls. Whether it's for a reason or not, you just standing here looking like that blue chick from Inside Out is not gonna make her reply or call back."
She picked up her beer, snatched his phone, and replaced it with the beer. "So, no more screens. Have a good time, have a few drinks, make a few friends, just have fun. Stop moping about my sister for a few hours."
Miguel let her words sink in, staring the bottle in his hand.
Emmy was right. He couldn't just send a text every five minutes and hope for a text back.
"Okay," he simply said. He watched as she bit her lip to try and contain her smile.
"Okay," she said back, before pointing to a group of people behind him. "Legend has it, they've been wanting to be your friend since the fight with Kyler."
Miguel turned around, seeing a group of 5 people looking right at him. He flashed them a smile, to which they responded with an excited wave.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Socialize, converse, have fun," Emmy shoved him forward, causing him to slightly stumble. But he laughed, his face regaining that happy expression. "And tell me all about it!"
