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✸ WARNING ! : this chapter will make you cry and it is very long so grab some snacks and a drink
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NINE. ( all that I did to try to undo it. )
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."
