Two For the Show

Chapter 3. Emmett

About a week after your horrid breakup, you were managing to distract yourself from thoughts of it. What Donny did still hurt, but you had people who cared about you. Pan and Felix had come over every day, checking on you and keeping you company. Many a night ended with the three of you falling asleep on the couch, a DVD menu on yr tv screen and unfinished snacks on the coffee table.
You hadn't told the boys, but you'd met someone. He was a regular at Granny's, and he came in almost every day just to see if you were working.
While you had been refilling his coffee, your hand slipped and you spilled it all over his lap. While you were apologizing and frantically trying to clean it up, he had chuckled and told you that all would be forgiven if you went on a date with him. You had blushed furiously in response. You weren't entirely over Donny, but he was attractive, and he seemed nice.
You happily agreed.

Pan and Felix were over while you got ready for your date.
"Are you sure you want to go out?" Pan asked.
"What if this guy is just like Donny?" Felix inquired.
You sighed, irritated by their lack of support. "He may be, he may not be. How will I know if I don't try? I'll never find anyone sitting at home all day."
They shared a rather sorrowful look, not pressing the subject further.
"How do I look?" you asked them. Donny was taking you to a movie, so you dressed simply with a blouse that flattered your curves, a pleated mini skirt that reached your mid thigh, and sparkly flats.
They both smiled softly at you.
"You look beautiful," Pan whispered, and Felix nodded in agreement.
A knock sounded on the door, alerting you that your date had arrived. You shooed the boys out of the room and opened the door.
"Hey, Emmett," you greeted.
"(Y/n)," Emmett returned. "You look hot."
A blush settled on your cheeks and you ignored the strange tingling inside your belly. Closing the door behind you, you took his hand and followed him to his car.

After buying tickets and snacks, you headed into the correct auditorium. Emmett choose the very back row, which you didn't think anything of. The back row had the best view.
He let you slide in first, and you sat towards the middle so the screen wouldn't be crooked. He sat beside you, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Your heart fluttered as you leaned against his side, munching on candy as the previews ended and the movie started.
Halfway through the movie, the hand on your shoulder slid down, fingertips dancing toward your breast. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to angle his hand closer to your shoulder and away from your chest.
His hands came to grip your chin, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him in confusion, unsure of what to expect. Without warning, he leaned in and crashed his lips to yours. You didn't melt, nor did fireworks explode in your mind. You felt nothing.
You tried to pull away, but he held you close. His tongue slipped between your lips without permission, and you tried harder to pull away. His other hand slid down to caress your waist, and every fiber in your being told you to run.
"Emmett," you groaned, ducking your head so he would stop kissing you.
"Say my name," he grinned darkly, his hand trailing up your side to your breast.
"Stop," you whimpered.
"Stop?" he repeated with a snort. "Why would I do that?"
"Please," you gasped.
"But you like it," he argued, kissing your neck.
To your relief, the movie ended and the lights came on. You all but ran from the theater, walking home rather than letting Emmett drive you.
It took you some time, between it being dark and cold outside and living a mile and a half away from the theater and tears pouring down your face. You eventually made it home, shivering and tired. Your crying had quieted down to soft whimpering, which Pan and Felix noticed immediately upon you walking inside.
"What happened?" Pan inquired, bringing a blanket to drape across your shoulders.
"Date not go well?" Felix guessed, wiping away your stray tears with his thumb.
You took in a deep breath, collapsing onto the couch.
"I'll make tea," Pan offered, heading into the kitchen to fill the kettle and turn on the stove. Felix sat beside you, petting your hair as you waited.
A few minutes later, the kettle whistled, and Pan fixed up the tea to your liking. He had watched you make it enough times that he knew what tea you liked and how much sugar you used.
He handed you the mug, warning you that it was hot as he sat on your other side. You slowly sipped the tea, staring down at your lap.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Felix murmured.
You took in a breath and leaned back against the couch. "He tried to feel me up. Wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."
A growl rose in Pan's throat before he could stop it. His arms wrapped around you and he pulled you onto his lap, holding you protectively. Felix rubbed your back as you buried your face in Pan's neck.
You eventually fell asleep in his lap, and he let out a sigh. One day, these pathetic boys would learn to stop mistreating you. You deserved so much better.
"I hate him," Felix murmured.
Pan nodded. "So do I."
"I hate all of them. Donny, Emmett... Whomever she was with before them..."
"I know," the brunet sighed. "She deserves better."
"She deserves us."
Pan raised a perfectly styled brow. "Us?"
Felix stared at him. "Don't even tell me you don't feel it too. I know you care for her, and were the only ones who treat her right."
Emerald eyes glanced down at your sleeping face. "There's no way she feels the same way about us."
"We'll never know if we don't try."
They both looked at you, eventually falling asleep with you in their arms.