dirty little secrets

the fallout

Emily's pov:
I watch as michelle finally walks through the door, looking exhausted. Although I'm extremely mad and upset with her, I don't say a word.

I keep my eyes on the food that I'm making myself for breakfast until I find myself lifting my head when she says this, "Hey babe."

I laugh, not being able to take are seriously, she can't be for real? She disappears for a day and a half, no real explanation, no text or call while she's gone, and she expects me to be waiting for her?

She does this all the time. It's normal for her, but normally, she has a real explanation, but this time, I got nothing from her. I just don't get it.

"Emily?" She questions me.

"Em?" She continues to try and get my attention when Ignire her.

"Emily!" She raises her voice.

I lift my head slowly, giving her a look that shows her I'm upset with her, "what?"

The smile on her face quickly disappears, "What's wrong?"

As if she doesn't know.

She steps towards me, " Don't tell me you're mad at me?" I chuckles to herself.

I move around the kitchen, continuing to make my breakfast as she follows me around. "Mad at you?" I scoff.

"No, I could never be mad at you, michelle." I say, an angered tone in my voice.

"Emily, come on-"

I finally give in, slamming down the empty pan on the counter. "No, Michelle, don't do that to me! I have every right to be mad at you!"

"You fucking disappear for a day and a half! No explanation as to why! You don't text. You don't call. Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?" I continue.

"Emily- i-i told you I had an emergency." She hangs her head slightly.

I scoff, "You are unbelievable, michelle!"

Suddenly, I hear the sound of my voice becoming shaky, "michelle, you do this all the time! Do you ever stop to think about how it makes me feel?"

She then walks towards me, placing her hands on my shoulders, "em come on. Please don't be like this."

I quickly push her hands off of me. " I don't care what you do to change michelle. Just fix it. I can't do this anymore." I tell her before taking my food and walking away.

"Emily i-"

Michelle's pov:
Emily is very clearing upset at the fact that I've been gone so long and didn't get in touch. I do feel awful, I'm not sure why.

I always do this to her and she's never this upset with me, I also never normally care about it but this time I feel really down about it.

I have to fix this somehow.

I already hate the fact that the dancers have better relationships than emily, and I do, and if I don't do something, we're going to fall apart.

I make my way upstairs and head into our bedroom to see her eating on our bed.

I watch as she looks at me from the corner of her eye and then back at the tv.

I decide to join her on the bed before I take the plate from her hand. "Hey! What are you doing!?" She shouts.

"Give me that!"

"I wanna show you that I still love you..." I tell her.

She giggles. "No, absolutely not."

She turns away from me, a slight smirk on her face. "You know you want to." I chuckle.

"No! I-i said no michelle." She tries to act mad at me.

I put the plate down on my bedside table before turning back to her with a smirk on my face.

I sit myself on her lap before attaching out lips, she dosent stop me, so I take that as a sign that she does want this.

I feel her sounds vibrate against my lips as we continue to kiss.

But as we continue, I take a tug at her shorts before pulling them down slightly. I slip two fingers inside of her, making her gasp a little.

She chuckles as she pulls away from the kiss, "it's gonna take a lot more than that..."