Don't push me off the edge.

Forty two

**** Emma's P.O.V****

I was still laying in bed. awake, but I didn't wanna wake up Derek from moving the bed slightly. So I sat there looking at the ceiling. The white, blank ceiling. Breathing in and out.

Derek shot out of bed, removing the sheets frantically. Breathing heavily like he ran a mile, holding his head in his face. I sat up with him.

" What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at me slowly, like he was afraid. 

" Thank fucking god." He chuckled. " It was a nightmare I guess." He rubbed his face. Then hugging me with one hand bringing me closer. 

" You're alive." He gave one last squeeze before letting me go.

" I died? Wow, you must hate me that much." I laughed.

" You dying would be the last thing on my mind."

" I'm sure that's why you dreamed of it." I giggled. I managed to crawl out of bed.

" Right." I used my magic to change into a grey tank top and some shorts, I wasn't going anywhere today. I stalled like I was still getting dressed, it only takes a few seconds to get dressed why you use magic.

Oh wait, the dance. Well I wasn't going to spend all day getting ready, maybe an hour, maybe less.

Derek left to go somewhere that he didn't say, we talked a little before that while watching Family guy with volume tuned really low so we didn't wake Aaron. He just said:

" Meet me there at six forty. I should be there by then, or some time around there." 

I woke Aaron up at five, he said he wanted to do my hair and I didn't know what he had in mind, or how long it would take.

" God damn," He sat up and looked at the clock. " Let's get to work on that hair!" he said instantly.

 He dragged me to the bathroom. Opening cabinets in there to see what they had, there was a couple hair brushes, a curling iron, a hair straightener, and some shampoo and conditioner. 

" Straight or curly? I don't mind either, you outta brush you're hair cause it makes it easier." I got to work on my hair. I honestly didn't care.

" I don't fucking know you decide." I said. 

" Well," he leaned against the counter with his hands crossed. He wanted to do my hair and he was going to help me do it, I somehow had a feeling he was gay, not like I minded, or cared. But the thought just came to mind. " We could curl you're hair just a little bit. Cause Derek has a thing for girls with wavy hair, or I think he does." I rolled my eyes. " Most guys like girls with wavy hair. Just saying. Anyways, curling it a little, put it in a pony tail, and have some hair loose in the front of you're face. That's what I'm thinking." I nodded.

We spent half an hour on that, waiting for the iron to get hot didn't take long. He put my hair in the curling iron fr maybe three or four seconds, but it did curl it. Not a lot. Which I liked, but sooner or later he finished, pulling my hair back with a fresh pack of pony tail holders he had on him, I didn't know how he got them but I didn't ask.

When he gave me the bag that had my dress in it I put it on, when I came out he had his hand over his mouth. " You look amazing!" he said. I put on the shoes as well, you couldn't see them very well but I didn't care.

I put some hair spray in my hair to keep it from frizzing. If it was hot outside it would defiantly frizz. Aaron saw me off in a taxi that was heading to the tower, he told me he was going somewhere soon and he might now be there when we got back, I didn't ask where he was going.