Reminiscing

Thoughts

Emerald POV~

It wasn't long before Candice joined me downstairs, interrupting the lovely conversation that I was having with her friend. And by 'lovely conversation' I mean bickering over every single f-cking little thing!

I wasn't going to lie, I enjoyed it.

I loved picking out arguments and getting under her skin. She was fun and her witty remarks had me laughing.

When Candice appeared in the living room—looking as fine as ever, I quickly stood up and took her hand in mine.

"Took you long enough," I exclaimed.

"Well, you don't seem eager at all." She laughed.

"Sorry, but there's only so much of Audrey's cockiness that I can take."

"I heard that!" Audrey called out from the living room.

"See you around Audrey," I called out as I practically dragged Candice out of there.

"You sure will. Especially if my hamster dies, you idiot!"

I rolled my eyes and Candice snickered.

We stepped out of the house and descended the porch's steps as we headed for my car with its glistening red coat of paint, it was by far my favorite ride. It was fast, smooth and hella luxurious. I couldn't wait to have car sex with Candice.

On the goddamn leather seats.

I rid all dirty thoughts from my head as I reached for the door and opened it for Candice. She wasn't fine and it was my goal today to make her feel better. Even if I had to sacrifice a day of sex to accomplish it. It would be so worth it, so long as a genuine dimpled smile lit up her features.

I live for that smile.

Candice stepped inside the car and I closed the door behind her. I then rounded the car and stationed myself behind the wheel.

"So what are we doing today?" Candice asked me as I backed out of the driveway.

"We're going to be completely spontaneous, babe." I grinned mischievously.

"I can only imagine the things that are running through your head right now. You're probably cooking up the kinkiest sh-t in there." She giggled.

"Well, you and I both know I can't cook, not even in my mind. I think my brain might just combust at the mere thought of cooking." I joked.

"You're right."

I took her hand in mine as we made our way downtown. At least Candice had gone with me by dressing in casual clothing. I planned on having a blast with her today and it would involve a lot of random activities.

Ivette was off with Scarlett. Much to my dismay, Scarlett was very adamant on recuperating lost time with Ivette. She dropped by earlier today and begged me to allow her to take Ivette with her for the whole day. I wasn't very keen on the idea, but Ivette had begged me to let her go. After a minute of Ivette's whining and complaints, I obliged. Scarlett was growing on Ivette and I didn't know how to feel about it.

I was kind of jealous, really. But I liked to blame it on my over-protective mother instinct. I didn't want Ivette to love Scarlett because I felt threatened by her. I didn't want to become Ivette's second favorite person. I wanted to be the person she loved the most. I wasn't very fond of sharing her with Scarlett –someone who willingly abandoned her. But I knew she had the right to. She was her mother despite everything that had happened. She deserved a second chance even after deliberately blowing that right the moment she dropped her off at my house and deciding to come back eight years later.