Lovely Bones {Sequel to Skinny Love}

Let's Be Civil

Emma’s POV

My phone was vibrating on my side table, driving me crazy. I close out of Twitter, and shut my laptop. I decide I should probably stop being such a bum, and interact with people.

“Hey, Ri.” I sigh. I make my way into the bathroom and take my hair out of its bun. Turning on the hot water of the shower, I lean against the cold counter.

“Hey, Em. How are you?” He wonders.

“If by what you mean is, ‘Have I done anything that might worry you?’ the answer is no.” I reply, slight amusement in my voice.

“Okay, you caught me. Alex told me you haven’t been talking much, and I wanted to check up on you. But, are you okay?” I shrug, aware that Riley could not see me.

“I guess.” I run my hands over the water, checking the temperature. “I was planning on coming over and talking to him so we can at least be civil with each other. We will be spending a lot of time together over the time span of the tour.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” There was no sarcasm in his voice, suprising me. Riley hasn’t wanted me having any contact with Toby for the past three days. He and Alex were afraid it might trigger something.

 "I miss my Princess." Riley says, making me smile.

"I miss you, too."

I say goodbye to Riley and hop into the shower. Yes, I was sad from my break up with Toby, but I knew it was the right thing to do, for both of us. I couldn’t go on seeing him with Jo. I believe everything happens for a reason. Toby and I were meant to break up for some unknown reason that I hope would become known in the near future.

For the past few days, we have been rehearsing some new music, going to interviews with magazines, or just chilling at home. I have found myself talking to Luke often. Some of the other boys have also popped in during out Skype sessions.

I haven’t talked to Justin in weeks, and it was killing me. I guess he really meant it when he said I needed space. But I’ve come to know, that giving someone space can make them feel like they are suffocating.

Something else I have noticed over the past few days is Connor’s attraction to Lacie. I mean, I guess they aren’t that far apart in age with only three years between them like Riley and I, but it seemed odd. Lacie hasn’t had a boyfriend in years, something I know from the time Avery, Carly, and I snuck into her room and read her diary. Other than the boyfriend thing, there was nothing interesting in there.

It was warm today in Orlando, but not so warm I was sweating. I throw on a pair of faded shorts and a t-shirt I got from a theatre camp my mom forced me to go to a few years back. My converse were slipped over my striped socks as I slide my phone into my back pocket.