feeling for britney

March 1, 2000

Britney, at age five, giggled as Emma tickled her sides carelessly. Her mother had scolded her to be more careful with her, and she had attempted to tell Britney this before she had tackled her growing, long legs with her chubby little arms. Emma, at eleven years old, was often scolded or sometimes yelled at for what Britney sometimes purposefully and sometimes clueless did to get her into trouble. Sighing, Emma lifted her from her lying position and looked into her pretty little green eyes. She felt the urge to tickle her pale skin once again, just for spite, but decided against it - she might hit her head on the pavement and scream.

"You're gonna get me yelled at," she stated. Britney, apparently, found this hilarious as she let out a tiny giggle. "I don't wanna be yelled at."

Britney crossed her tiny arms and made a face. "I want food," she said. "Chocolate cake." Britney's mother was a baker. She had her own bakery called Sweet's Deluxe, and often made the jokes that she was getting heavier the longer she had the bakery, although everyone knew she was the skinniest black woman on the block.

Emma nodded and lifted the pale girl into her arms. She weighed almost nothing, just like her mother, although they were two completely different people. She was adopted of course, but Britney had adjusted to her new family very quickly, and had learned to love them as her own at a very young age; though people hadn't given her credit for it, and had just assumed that she was young and naive.

The bakery's smells wafted through the door when Emma opened it, and the usual ding sounded. Rosemary, Britney's teenage step-sister, sat at a booth alone, reading the newspaper. She was clearly disinterested but had nothing else to do.

Britney's mother smiled when she saw Emma carrying Britney. Emma pointed to the cakes and stated what she and Britney would have a slice of, before grinning sheepishly at the woman. Britney clawed Emma's arms and she took this as a sign to set her onto the ground.

She squealed excitedly and her eyes widened as she saw the three cake slices Emma pulled from the counter. "Emmy, I want it now!" she whined childishly, poking her lanky leg.

Emma nodded and ran over to the table in which Rosemary sat, sliding the slices onto it. She sat beside Rosemary, leaving Britney to herself. She gave them a childlike glare before digging into her cake with her face, instead of using her fork. She had icing over her nose but did not seem to notice or care.

Rosemary shyly set her paper down on the table and her eyes traveled over Emma. She bit her lip and handed her a fork before taking a small bite of her cake, so hopefully she wouldn't get any on her face. This turned out to be not true when Rosemary burst into giggles and trailed her finger down Emma's cheek.

She then licked her finger and said, "You got icing on your nose, too."

Emma wiped her nose with her napkin and awkwardly cleared her throat, casually glancing towards Britney, who was now licking the icing from her cake instead of stuffing her face into it. Her tiny hand still held onto her fork, though she obviously wasn't going to use it.

When Emma looked back at Rosemary, she was gulping down the cake in big heaps. Emma giggled and said, "You have icing on your nose as well." She went to wipe it off as Rosemary had done to her, but Rosemary pulled away quickly.

"Shut up, white girl," she growled, wiping her nose. Then she burst into a fit of giggles and smacked Emma's shoulder playfully. "This is all your fault!"

"Emma?" a voice asked. "Emma, do you have Brit- oh dear God, what the hell graces?" Emma quickly looked up towards her mother as she ran through the bakery's door. "Why the hell is Lucy's child covered in chocolate frosting?"

Britney grinned.

"S-she was just eating cake, ma," Emma replied. "See? She loves the cake."

"Clean it off her damn face and stop flirting with a girl three years older than you," her mother said. "And Rosemary, your mother needs you in the kitchen." Then Emma's mother glared at her daughter and walked outside, possibly to smoke another cigar.

Rosemary quickly got out of the booth as soon as Emma slid out. She stumbled into the kitchen and began her duties. Emma stared at Britney hatefully before swiping a napkin carelessly across her face. She squealed in pain and pulled away, and Emma realized in this moment that she was overreacting and being a moody bitch.

"Sorry," Emma muttered.

"I want more cake."

soo i wrote this awhile ago as a luke hemmings ff but changed the genders and now its tgtg bc i am a changed man (if u see 'luke' or 'he/his' instead of 'emma' or 'she/her' pls tell me)