For The Second Time {Tony Perry}

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{Song for this chapter; You're Not Alone - Of Mice & Men}

• Tony's pov •

"Jaime!" I banged on his apartment door, my knuckles beginning to hurt after the tenth knock. "Open up! I need to talk to you, man!" I continued to bang as a couple of Jaime's neighbours stormed out of their apartments angrily, grumbling about it being only three in the morning.

I was sitting in bed and I couldn't sleep. The only thought I had in my mind was of Emilia. It bothered me and I needed to tell someone what happened. Jaime being that someone, is why I am here at the moment. I sure as hell can't go to the other boys. They'd be confused as shit.

"Tony? Why are you here? It's thre--" I stormed past him and into his apartment, in a rush to get away from Jaime's glaring neighbours.

Jaime looked absolutely horrible as I scanned his outfit, laughing. His hair was messed to the point where it was hilarious. His red and black, plaid pyjama pants were wrinkled, the same as his plain, white shirt. He looked like he hadn't slept in two days. But I'm sure I didn't look any better, considering I haven't slept in a while, too.

He turned around after apologizing to his neighbours and shutting the door quietly, watching me pace back and forth. "What's wrong, Tone?" Jaime asked softly, gesturing towards the couch in the living room. I took a deep breath, sitting down on his comfy sofa and waiting for him to sit beside me.

"I, uh, took Emilia out for pizza yesterday afternoon, after you guys left," I said nervously, twiddling my thumbs, a small grin on my face. Jaime's eyes widened a little bit before nodding and his eyes returning back to it's normal size. "I asked her if she knew Halley, and she said no. But I don't think I believe her, Jaime. She looked like she knew exactly everything, and she wanted to tell me something, but just didn't." My smile was replaced with a sad face, something that isn't used a lot with me.

Jaime looked surprised, his eyebrows high. "What was her reaction whenever you asked her about Halley?"

I shrugged, thinking back about yesterday. "Well, whenever I said Halley's full name, she started choking on her water and that was kind of a dead giveaway," I whispered, realizing that everything was puzzling together. She knows Halley. I know she does. I just don't understand why she won't tell me. I just want to see her again. Just one more time. That's it. I'm sure I can get it out of her this time.

He put his arm around my shoulder. "Why don't you have her come over tonight? The boys and I can get to know her, and I'll talk to her. Okay?" Jaime asked, a smile on his face.

"No, no, no," I said fast, turning to face him. "Don't talk to her about Halley, please? Leave that to me. She'll know something is going on if you talk to her."

Jaime nodded, pulling his arm back. "So, is she still coming over, though?"

Should she? I mean, who knows what the boys might tell her. I know something will slip from Jaime's mouth if he's drunk. I'll make a note to keep the alcohol away from him.

I shrugged, that smile reappearing on my face. "I guess so."

• Emilia's pov •

I stared at the dented part of my book. He did this. To the book I've had for so many years. It meant a lot to me, and just the thought of how this even happened, I want to throw him across the room. Seeing Tony made me angry. Really angry. He had the nerve to ask me if I knew Halley. He probably asked everyone that. Who knows, maybe he'll come knocking on my parents' door, asking for me.

Continuing to stare at it, I took another chip out of the original Lays bag. Dang, these chips were good. I could eat them all day, everyday if they weren't so fattening.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter on a stool, leaning over the counter to access the chip bag. Only the third day of being in San Diego and I've already got stress. Or Tony stress as I call it, I thought, narrowing my eyes at the book as if it was Tony.

"Honey have you se--what are you doing?" Mom asked, walking into the kitchen, laughing a little.

I looked up at her, a sad look on my face. "Nothing," I said slowly, returning back to look at the book. I popped another chip into my mouth, trying to make my mom disappear with my mind.

"Nothing? It looks like something, Emilia," she replied sassily, setting her hands on her hips. "And don't you dare lie to me."

Sighing, I stopped staring at the book, rolling my eyes. "Seriously, Mom, nothing. Life is just hard right now and I really don't want to talk about it."

She dropped her hands from her hips, siting down across from me. "You know," she said soothingly, putting her hand over mine. "Me and your dad had a huge fight before we got married. It caused a break up, too."

"Really?" I asked quietly, lifting my head up from looking at the counter.

"Really." Mom started to look around the room, avoiding my eyes. She didn't want me to see her tears. She misses Dad, I know she does. "I felt like he was getting bored of me. He started avoiding my calls, and even stopped talking to me for a while. But he had a side to the story, too. Everybody has a side of the story, you just need to listen to it."

I stared at her ivory coloured face, a tear falling from her left eye. She let it be, the tear falling off of her chin and onto the counter. "What was his side of the story?" I asked softly, gripping her hand in mine.

"Well, he was nervous. Extremely nervous. Your father didn't know if he was ready to get married and start a family. He thought he wouldn't be any good at it." She shook her head slightly, a small smile on her face. "Obviously, he was wrong. I mean, look at you. He raised you and you turned out perfect."

I laughed along with her quietly. "Why are you bringing this up?" I asked, moving a piece of my hair away from my eye.

She looked up at me, a smirk on her face. "You know why."

Okay, maybe I was being a little unfair with Tony. I didn't let him tell me his side of the story, and it caused this break up. She's right, like she always is. Everybody has a side of the story, you just have to listen to it.

Author's Note;

the power in my house went out whenever i finished writing Emilia's pov like frig i'm mad

then, i couldn't update bc this stupid ajdbdoqrirvfidnffofbforbageirotndiffpendfkfo

i'm done. baye ilu

oh, and thank you for making this book #595 ((or something idk)) in romance. it means a lot (:

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