My phone buzzed loudly on my bedside table waking me up from a peaceful sleep. I rolled out of my blanket cocoon and picked it up.
"You better be important." I growled.
"Well hello to you too!" Alan said. I mentally killed myself. "Are you busy today?" He asked.
"I don't have any appointments if that's what you mean." I giggled.
"Good. We're going out today, okay?" He chuckled at me.
"What, when and where?" I asked, climbing out of bed. I wandered into the small closet, grabbing out a bow and arrow tank-top and jean shorts.
"I'll be over in 30. Address pleaseeee?" He said to me. I giggled and told him where Elania and my own condo was.
I giggled as he "blew a kiss" through the phone. I grabbed my light blue beanie and pulled it over my messy hair. Brushing out the ends and twisting it into a braid, I pinned the beanie to my head and stared at the mirror.
My dull, but tan skin made my ice blue eyes pop and my raven hair glow. I grabbed my liquid eyeliner and flicked it on, adding a slight cat eye. I grabbed Pierce The Veil painted converse I had done in my free time at work and slipped them on.
Dashing out of my bed room, I grabbed a jumper and my purse, dropping my phone in and my keys following. I walked through the kitchen to see a few sticky notes from Lanie about what was in the fridge and our grocery list. I breathed out a laugh, waiting for Ashby. After a few moments of reading a dance magazine there was a loud knock.
"OPEN THE GOD DAMNED DOOR!" Alan yelled.
"I think not!" I yelled back, earning a laugh. I giggled and unlocked the door and saw Alan's flushed face, breathing hard. "Did you run a marathon?!" I joked, poking his tummy.
"Fangirls," Gasp, "Are vicious creatures," Gasp, "You ready?" He asked, holding out his hand. I nodded and shook my head with a silly grin.
"You do realize I used to be a fangirl, right Alan?" I said with a smirk, lacing my fingers with his.
"Used to be? Why aren't you one now?" He joked, pinching my cheek. I stuck my tounge out at him.
"The band I fangirled over, Of Mice&Men have this really cocky, asshole of a guitarist, so I stopped liking them." I said simply, waiting for him to unlock his car. He chuckled and shook his head at me.
"I could just leave you here and go get some lunch with out you." He warned, opening my door for me. I glared playfully.
"Oh yeah? I could sick those fans on you. Don't test me Ashby." I winked, climbing in the car. He jogged to the other side and got in, shoving the keys in the ignition. I turned on the radio to a familiar station and pulled my legs criss-cross into the seat. Alan laughed at me and I beamed, with a cheeky grin. "So where are we going?" I tapped my fingers on my thighs.
"Lunch." He stated. I raised my eyebrow. "And then around." He said in the same tone. I groaned and shook my head, turning the radio up. I sang loudly and off key the whole time.
~
"And LUNCH!" Alan squealed, pulling me out of the car and lacing his fingers with mine. We walked into a quaint little restaurant that specialized in "sammich's". I laughed at the sign outside and followed Ashby to a table.
"This is...cute." I said, smiling brightly. Alan grinned at me and pushed his orange hair off his forehead a little bit. A waitress came and asked us about what we would be having when Alan spoke up and ordered for me. I asked him about it and he shrugged.
"I like surprises." He said with a simple shrug of his shoulders.
"So Ashby, tell me about yourself." I said, folding my hands on the table.
"You were a fangirl, you know everything!" He laughed. I nodded and laughed with him. "Tell me about you. Why art?" He asked, mocking my actions, leaning closer to me.
"Well...I wanted to be a musician, but I can't play an instrument and I hate to sing in front of crowds. I was always a great painter and sketch artist. So I picked art school. When I was 18 I got my first tattoo, which is my roses. I added the All Time Low lyrics later. I got both of my OM&M tattoos from Philip, my boss. All my others I either did myself or got from Philip." I grinned. I loved talking about work.
"That's awesome Em. What about family?" He asked.
"I have a 3 older sisters and 2 younger. I'm the middle child," I said. He looked interested. "My older sisters; Jacqueline, Cordelia, and Valerie are professional dancers. All tall, long blond hair, chocolate eyes and "perfect" according to my mother. My younger sisters; Gabriella and Renee are twins, they haven't graduated yet, but they are music prodigies at Julliard. Gabby on piano and Rennie on cello. Also tall, blond, and brown eyed. Then there's me. Evangeline, now named Emerson. A tattoo artist in California went to Jespon Art Institute for a failing career. I have near black hair and blue eyes, nothing like what my mother, but like my father. I'm 5'4" unlike my sisters. I danced until middle school when I took art classes instead of orchestra. And now Ashby, you know." I said, looking at my food that magically appeared. I took a bite of the sandwich in front of me.
"Big family, huh?" He joked.
"My dad owns a company in Europe." I said simply.
"You had it all didn't you?" He asked. I nodded slightly.
~
"Thanks for today Alan." I said, unlocking the door, opening it slightly.
"Welcome Em." He grinned.
"See ya." I said, waiting for an answer. But instead, Alan pressed his lips to mine, with no warning. I stepped back shocked and watched the color rise to his face.
"S-Sorry." He mumbled. I grinned and pecked his cheek lightly.
"Night Ashby." I said, closing the door and grinning.
Good job Emerson
