Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Nineteen:

Sorry for such a long wait. I've just been busy with family and I've kind of been in a writing slump. If you have any ideas or things you want to see in this story, comment them, and maybe that'll help me churn out more chapters.

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Emily was sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee held in her hands.

She looked up when I walked in and sat next to her.

"Hey," she said.

I smile. "Hi."

"Are you okay?"

I nod.

We lapse into quiet and she sips her coffee gingerly.

I clear my throat. "Do you think you can help me get another phone today? I have money; I just don't know where anything is."

Emily chuckles and nods.

"Yeah. Get showered and dressed, because you've been wearing that for about two days."

I nod and stand up from the kitchen table, walking upstairs to shower and change.

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I ended up wearing a pair of shorts over tights and a NASA shirt. I braided my hair into twin plaits and lines my eyes with black kohl and mascara.

Jumping into an old pair of my dad's work boots from before we moved, I made my way downstairs with my wallet. Emily was waiting for me.

"You look a hundred times better." She said better like bettuh.

I smile at her, and to be honest, she was right. Not only did I look better, I felt better. My cheek didn't hurt as much; I guess it was beginning to scar. My hands weren't sore all over, and the bruises were beginning to fade.

I was becoming okay again, and I was okay with that.

It wasn't long before Emily walked me into a Verizon shop, walking me right up to the desk clerk.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Emily watches as I talk with the clerk, paying for my phone and getting everything backed up. She waited patiently as the clerk helped me fit my phone into a clear case. Once I was finished, I thanked the clerk and watched as he chuckled at my chunky accent.

"I'm glad I could be of some help," he says, and I smile, turning and leaving with Emily.

I was walking next to Emily, fiddling with the settings of my phone, when everything from the past couple of days started to arrive. Text upon text filtered into my phone, and I was left embarrassed from all the dinging.

I ended up just shoving my phone in my armpit, trying to kill the ungodly dinging.

Emily was laughing.

"Would you like to stop for lunch so you can look through it all?"

I look sheepishly at her and nod. "Please?"

She smiles, and I find myself sitting at a table for two in the middle of a small diner. She ordered drinks for us—water for her and peach tea for me—and I fidgeted with my phone, swimming through notifications.

I had a handful of missed calls from Mom and Tana. A dozen of messages from them both, including Dan. And then a ridiculous amount of notifications from Instagram and Tumblr.

"Are you okay?" Emily asks after we get out drinks.

I look up from fishing through messages.