Hollow

two.

EDITED - If you find any mistakes, that's what comments are for.

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A few days had come and gone since the strange encounter with Roman. And Willow had yet to even process it all.

"Shit, babe. That's so crazy. You just stared?"

Her nutty friend, Emilia had been questioning her all day. Emilia continued the unending discussion while she uninvitedly stuffed her face of Willow's favorite chocolate strawberries. She couldn't be driving Willow any crazier.

Emilia is a peculiar person, but not like Willow. Her with lacking boundaries and promiscuous tendencies were the exact opposite of Willow, but the two had been friends since Willow moved in during mid-year of the second grade. No one meant more to Willow than her kooky friend with the lavender hair.

"Yes. I've told you many times now," Willow insisted while snatching the sweets back from her friend," and stop raiding my secret chocolates."

"He is so hot. You should hit that. Get to cherry popping..."

"Em," Willow warned.

 "...bumping nasties, nude wrestling..."

"Emilia!" A blush blossomed over her cheeks.

 "The whole shebang, baby." Emilia finished with a wink. 

Willow instantly had difficulty swallowing.

Emilia knew Willow would never have any intention of discussing something so off-color. But she always liked to push her dear prudish friend. All Willow could do was scowl and think, who even uses those codes for sex? 

The flamboyant loud-mouth girl sat up and moved over on the bed, leaving room for her pacing friend to fall over before continuing her rambling.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" Em teased her innocent friend.

Willow instantly gave Emilia a glare from across the room as she continued to pace.

"You both have nice asses. Total compatibility."

"Emilia, please." 

"It's just sex, baby. What's the big deal?" Em's mouth never stopped moving. 

"I am begging you, stop." Willow pleaded.

The way Emilia casually mentioned sex always left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was a sour subject for her, and Emilia didn't know the reasoning behind her tart mentality. It wasn't her fault for if Willow never told her. How could she know? 

"It's just sex." 

 He always said it so nonchalant.

A genuine dislike grew within her naive little head every time he dared to justify this. He pulled her closer, lightly running his fingers over the flesh of her cheek.

He would remove the tears and caress her once innocent skin.

He would kiss her forehead like a concerned companion as if he didn't just do something so wrong and destructive.

"Kinky, babe." Emilia instantly winked before dunking as a pillow was thrown her way.

"Okay, okay. Old maid, I'll stop." She surrendered, unaware of everything going on within Willow's head.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be, right about now?" Willow kindly reminds her brassy friend.

Trying to shift Emilia's interest was an easy task.