In Our Hearts

7 ~ STAR

"This is insane." Emily mutters, I turn my eyes from the window of the plane to her and I see amusement is evident on her face.

"It's cute actually.." she added. I put down my cup of coffee right even before I took a sip. I look at her in disbelief.

"What? I didn't realize that you two actually look good together." She said and face the screen of her laptop towards me. I don't understand why she save those pictures from different articles.

"It's not funny. I hope Kourtney hasn't  executed any plans on how she's going to kill me yet." I respond, leaning back on my seat. The plane will land in JFK airport any minute from now. There's no way I'm going back to Angeles without speaking to Kourtney first.

"Well, I'm sure she already scanned each and every article on the internet so you need to be more convincing than those pitiful who made those stories up." She answered nonchalantly while busy typing on her keyboard.

"Really, that helps a lot. Thanks." I answered, not able to control from rolling my eyes.

"I don't know actually what you're worrying about. It's not like it's your fault our driver needs to get more gas and your bodyguard not thinking wise by going with him." She rolls her eyes back at me. "And can I just ask? Are you guilty of these accusations?"

"Hell, no!" I spit unintentionally.

"Then this conversation is over." She dismiss.

I understand Emily for being so blunt about the matter. She's almost a decade older than me and this seems to be a shallow discussion. Even normal teenage girls can get in this situation wherein one gets link with the other's ex or boyfriend and the friendship gets damaged. This is vital. I know to myself that I didn't do anything to cross Kourtney and I know if I were in her situation I may have a hard time understanding and comprehending things right away, considering there were multiple people of the media who were spicing the story  up to make it worst.

"You know Kourtney, she always make sure she have all sides of the story. Brin even had a hard time convincing her those "other girl" rumors are not true." I sigh as worrisome consumes me.

"She's your friend right? And you're not Brin. Surely she will believe you." Emily assures me and squeeze my hand tight.

I smiled to her and thank her. She's right. There's no reason for Kourt not to believe me and I know to myself that I didn't do anything wrong.

"That's my girl." She beams and excuse herself to go to lavatory. She turn around and added, "Oh, by the way. Make sure to make this your first and last nega publicity. 'Cuz that's why I prefer to escort you anywhere than her." I squint my eye, giving her a look to elaborate what she just said. "I hate dramas." She clarify and give me a wink before pacing the aisle like the tremor didn't bother her at all with her heels on.

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"That must be crazy!" Kourtney said and throw her head back laughing. I glance at Emily who's  shaking her head as she watch my friend loosen up. We head straight to Kourtney's loft in Tribeca from JFK. We found her still nursing her head from hangover but this conversation is reviving her state.

"I know. I didn't expect it." I sigh, this time, in relief. I'm glad Kourtney didn't take things badly, well she did but not as worse as I expected.

"Yeah, didn't expect that either. I thought Brin had already gone low -" Her eyes widen and looks like she's about to take back the words she said but Emily was faster.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Emily scoffs.

"Uhh.. I don't mean by her expense."she responded, gesturing to me. "I mean I don't feel like he's a kind of guy who will go for a rebound just to get pass a break up?" Kourtney defends.

"Actually.. He's quite unpredictable and Brin.. you know.. do as he please.. Who knows if he wants a rebound or if does he really need it?!" Emily shrugs and I can see Kourtney's eyes start to squint.

"It's okay Kourt!" I interrupted. "What Emily means is that yeah, he's quite unpredictable. One time he's helping and after a second he's.. not too good to get along with. Maybe it's just his way of dealing with the break up?" I keep on talking until I make sure her eyes are no longer with Emily. 

I know these two don't go a little too well ever since because of Kourtney being pushy with the things she wants and how she wants people to get on board with her choices no matter what it cause; while Emily, on the other hand, is someone who stands her ground especially when sheknows it's for the benefit of everyone. "Maybe you're right!" Kourtney beams and her face light up, seeming to forget Emily's remark. "What if Brin really haven't move on? What if he is just looking for something the press could talk about. You know, to make me jealous." She added.

"And why would he do that?" Emily asks, nonchalantly.

"Duh?, common sense Emily, to get me back." Kourtney answered with vast of confidence.

Emily fight so hard not to raise her eyebrow. Instead, she gave me an eye. "Alright." She said and straighten her back from the fur seat, cup her chin with one hand and rest her elbow on the furry    sofa. "What's playing in that.." she twirl her forefinger before continuing "you know.. your hungover head?"

"I'm not going to tell-" She answered with melody that made Emily stop controlling herself from rolling her eyes and just let it until it reach  its full three sixty flip. "Just yet." She added,  nibbling on her thumb.  "And you!" She pointed at me and got me startled. She crawl her way a little across to me on the single love seat and sat on its arm. "You're gonna play a big role in this plan and you should make me proud with it." She leaned her head on mine and I feel her cheeks vibrate against it whit her giggles. 

I'm glad that she's starting to feel better but the the RBF mode I'm seeing on Emily right now makes me a little uncomfortable with what's about to happen. I see Kourt stand by me and help me get through to where I am right now and having this chance to lift her up is something I was looking for.  Not that I waited to see her down, but to have that moment to show her the Estelle that's inside me, that I radiate as much as I take shine from around me, like as what my father used to tell me,  "My Twinkle, you're the little star that can brighten up any darkest sky."