{15} You Make My Mom Happy.

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*TIGGER WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS VIOLENCE*

"Everything okay?"

Emily asks me, and I turn to face her.

"Yeah, I guess Jessica gave Mia an edible."

Emily shakes her head, and I nod in agreement.

"You haven't eaten all day. Are you hungry ?"

I shake my head.

"Come on, you have to eat."

She whines, and I laugh.

"Fine, I'll eat."

She smiles, and so do I.

"What do you have a taste for?"

She asked as she walked to the cabinets, and I just leaned my back on the island table. 

"Whatever is fine."

She looks at me over her shoulder, and I laugh.

"What?"

I asked

"Just pick something."

"I'll eat whatever you eat."

She rolls her eyes, and I laugh.

"Then I want Wendy's."

She says and closes the cabinets.

"Okay, then Wendy's it is."

She smiles and walks over to me.

She just stares at me. It makes me stop laughing, and I become nervous. I take a hard swallow and blink my Eyes rapidly.

"Are you okay?"

She asked me with worry on her face. I nod my head, and she smiles a little.

"Come on, I'm starving."

She heads back to the living room, and I smile at myself.

She puts on some shoes she has at the door. I open the door for her and walk out after her. She then turns around to lock the door.

We then get in the car.  As soon as we left the driveway and were on the road, I swore a vehicle was pulling into the driveway. I look away from the mirror and at Emily.

She looks a bit tense. She looks at me and smiles a little, but I know there's something wrong.

"So, did you just move here?"

I asked her, breaking the silence.

"Mhm."

"Where did you move from ?"

"California."

"You left California to come to Arizona. Why?"

I say, laughing, and she snorts and it was so adorable.

"Well, um, it's expensive over there. I also had got this teaching opportunity."

"Would you rather be a teacher than an artist?"

"Mm."

She hums and thinks about my question.

"I'd rather be an artist without all the standards, hidden things, and strings attached."

"What do you mean?"

She sighs.

"When you're an artist, you must act a certain way. And nine times out of 10, that way isn't who you are. It's like people modify you into someone not real to you."

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