For The Second Time {Tony Perry}

1.6

{Song for this chapter; The Storm - Of Mice & Men}

• Emilia's pov •

"No! Because you aren't suppose to say that to your own step-daughter!" Mom yelled at Craig. "God, Craig. Think about it. Now, because of you, she's leaving and we may never see her again!"

I was lying in bed, listening to their conversation that was happening in the kitchen. I wasn't able to sleep all night because of all this. From Tony to my parents, it was all too much and my brain just wouldn't shut down for even an hour.

I've tried listening to music, checking twitter, and even counting god damn sheep! Nothing is working and as you can tell, their yelling isn't quite helping, either.

Craig muttered something about leaving and three seconds later I heard the sound of the front door slam. But what caught my attention the most wasn't Craig's loudness, it was my mom's quietness and the fact that you could hear her sobs all the way down the hallway and into my room.

I so badly wanted to run out of my bedroom and hug her. It saddened me that I knew I couldn't do that. She thinks I'm alseep and all ready to leave. Well, I'm not. I still have some unfinished business with Tony and Craig. I'm not leaving until Tony knows about me, and Craig forgives my mom.

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'I'm waiting at gate 32. Where are you?' Mandy's text read. I sighed, jumping out of a cab and heading into the airport to find Mandy.

See, this was my plan. I was going to North Wood Park to meet Tony and tell him what I've wanted to tell him ever since I've got here. Mandy is going to help out alittle, plus the fact that she gives great advice inside my head and out.

"Gate 32, gate 32," I muttered to myself as I passed a whole bunch of other gates and people exiting them.

Gate 27. . . Gate 29. . . Gate 30. . . Gate 32, I read inside my head, getting really excited when I saw Mandy's gate number.

I looked around and saw two couples, one old and the other young, both holding hands. Looking around again, I didn't see Mandy. All there was, was the two couples who were waiting for the next plane to Brooklyn.

Someone poked my shoulder, digging their long fingernail into my skin. "Ow!" I shouted, holding my shoulder and turning around. It was Mandy. She was smiling big, her pearly whites shining. "Mandy!" She jumped into my half-opened arms.

After three minutes we were still hugging, muttering things like, "I missed you," or "Stop leaving me, punk."

I pulled away, Mandy following after. Picking up one of her suitcases, she grabbed the others, pulling them behind her. "So, what are we driving? Your mom's SUV?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows and bumping her shoulder with mine.

"Actually," I said quietly. "My mom and I aren't exactly talking at the moment. She thinks I'm on a plane back to New York right now." We exited the airport, trying to pull a cab.

Mandy didn't talk for a while, taking in what I said. "Do you want to talk about it? Or is this, like, a soft spot for you?"

I sighed, shaking my head slowly. "Can I tell you when we get a cab? I don't feel that comfortable here." She nodded, agreeing with me. "Actually, I think we should rent a car instead." I turned to Mandy, a huge grin on my face.

"Let's do it."

I put the last suitcase of Mandy's in the trunk as she sat in the passenger's seat, playing UNO on her phone. "Jesus," I said once I got into our new rental car. It was a little old, but at least we won't have to take a cab everywhere. "Did you pack your furniture, too?"

She laughed sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Man, did I miss your horrible humour."

"Whatever," I muttered, starting the car and pulling out of the car rental place. All different colours and types of cars, and we got the cheapest thing there. We're cheap people, so it didn't really surprise me.

After about ten minutes we made it to Shopper's Drug Mart. Mandy looked up from her phone, a confused look on her face. "What are we doing here?" I stayed quiet for a little bit, still debating on whether or not to actually do it. "Em? What's going on?"

"I need hair dye," I said quietly, gulping. "It's for tonight." The hair dye was for Tony. I wanted proof to show him that I really am Halley. Not Emilia, the girl from the park. But Halley, the girl he used to know.

Mandy looked confused still, but it clicked when she thought more about it. She smiled, unbuckling her seatbelt, shoving her phone into her front pocket. "I'll go and get it for you."

"Mandy you don't--"

"Yes I do, Emilia. It's the least I can do for you," she interrupted me, giving me her mom glare.

I nodded, sighing and gripping the steering wheel. "Fine." She smiled in satisfaction, exiting the car, slamming it behind her.

• Tony's pov •

I stared at my teal coloured wall, thinking about what to do. My mind wants me to just get dressed and leave, but the other half wants me to actually take some time to do my hair and pick the right clothes, yet make it seem like it took only ten minutes. Damn, I'm starting to act more like a girl everyday.

Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I started to dial Jaime's number. I'm sick of just sitting on my couch, hidden in a dark room with the shades drawn, staring at a fucking wall. It's getting on my nerves that just one girl can do this to me. I mean, what the hell is this? I'm no longer myself inside my head, or out. Jaime always knows what to do in these kind of situations.

"Hey! This is Jaime's very attractive voice message! You know what to do." I sighed as a loud beep ran through my ear.

"Hey, man," I started. "I don't know what to do and I kind of need you, Hime. Call me back when you can." Hanging up, I threw my phone on the other side of the couch, tugging my hair in frustration.

What am I suppose to do now? I thought, smoothing back my hair. Why do I have to care for her so much. Ugh.

I stood up, looking at my satellite's clock and seeing I only have two hours. "Dammit," I muttered to myself, choosing a side of my mind and picking to actually try a little.

You're usually afraid of rejection or embarrassment when you're about to meet someone, but me, I was afraid to see my reflection. My damn reflection.

My eyelids were the only thing that was keeping me from actually seeing my reflection in the mirror that was hanging on the wall in front of me. I was scared. But I had to look soon or else I'd be late.

I opened my eyelids fast to get it over with. I was expecting myself to cringe or make a weird sound, but none of that happened. For once, I felt satisfied with my appearance. The real problem is, will Emilia like it?

Author's Note;

i feel so fricking bad right now

i made you wait like literally 39484 days for an update. i hate myself omg

in my opinion, it's stupid, but i tried. gold star for meh

ilu and i'll try to make the next chapter way better, okay i promise

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