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Chapter Seventeen

Emily's POV:

"Adam please, I promise you'll have fun!!" I whined into the phone.

"Emily, I don't think we're going to be welcome there and-"

"Adam Mitchell Lambert, if you do not come to church with me at least one time just to try it, I will never help you with your romance problems again, and I mean it young man!" I commanded him.

Adam sighed heavily and I knew my plan had worked. "Fine, what time should we be there?"

I mentally squealed like the teenage girl I am and answered "Be there before ten, and don't worry about dressing fancy; don't make it obvious you guys are gay either. No one has to know if you don't want them to. I have to go get ready!"

Adam laughed softly, "Sure, I'll see you in a few hours, Em."

My evil plan had worked (oh the irony of an evil plan being bringing someone to Sunday Church with me, but it was kind of true). I grabbed clothing and headed towards the shower, turning on my morning playlist consisting of Imagine Dragons, Fun., Adam's music, and some Beatles music as well, then jumped into the over-heated shower, letting it untangle the tight muscles in my back. I couldn't exactly say that I was stressed out, but with my parents being so quick-to-assume lately, I felt like I was going crazy. My little brother, too, was trying to stick his nose in my business, asking why I've been gone so much lately and why I have been getting in trouble a lot. I can understand that he's concerned about me, but for goodness sake, I am sixteen and he is six; I can clearly handle my own problems without the help of a six year old boy, correct?

After my shower, I opened the bathroom door to smell pancakes and sausage cooking in the kitchen, due to my mother's expertise in cooking delicious breakfasts. I sat down at the table next to my brother and waited for the plates of food to be transferred to the dining table. Kal looked over at me, expectantly.

"Can I help you?" I asked quietly so my parents wouldn't hear the tone of voice I had used, since they hated when I was rude to him.

"Why do you have make up on? Aren't we just going to church?" He asked, and I wanted to laugh hysterically.

"Because maybe I want to look nice for once. Is that a problem?"

He shook his head and was quiet until my parents sat down at the table.

My dad looked up at me for the first time in weeks and I felt like a complete jerk; I hadn't bothered to talk to either of my parents in weeks and was just having the first real meal with them since Adam and Tommy came to Minnesota, to be honest. I felt weak and secretive, and hoped they couldn't see through the facade I was holding up once again. "Emily, will you please pray?"

I hate praying in front of people. "Dear Jesus, please bless this food and all of us and let us have a good day today. Amen," I said almost too quickly.

My parents both looked up at me, and only my mom sighed. She couldn't just be happy that I was home for once? That I was sitting down with her and forcing myself out of my fantasy world with Adam, Tommy, and Cole just to have breakfast with them?

As I took two pancakes from the plate, my mom decided to confront me. "Where have you been lately? It's like we never see you anymore, Emily."

I sighed and passed the plate to my dad. "Well, I've been busy with Katherine, and I don't like to do homework at home. That's all."

My mom nodded and didn't reply. I started eating the food I had put on my plate when my dad cleared his throat, "No boys or anything right? I would hate to see how it ends for you if we found out you've been hanging out with guys this whole time."