Glitch [ON HOLD; TO BE EDITED]

Making Plans

"Here, give me your phone," Google asked Emma quietly, his hand outstretched in front of them both. Emma shifted in his lap to retrieve her phone from her back pocket. She bit her lip, worried about what he would do with her phone. Dark's phone number was still in her contacts after all. Although she had a feeling he knew better than to try anything against him again. Hesitantly, she dropped it in his hand and watched what he did, nervously.

"What do you need it for?" There was nothing bad on her phone. She didn't text much and hardly used any social media, excluding Snapchat. Even then, she only used it to send Google pictures of dogs that she saw on the street. Over time she'd learned his favorite breeds based on his reactions to the pictures. 

Emma watched as he opened up her text conversation with Mark. Their conversations were always very arbitrary. '

Hey, I'm thinking about taking Amy out for dinner. Any Idea what she'd like?'

'Are we doing Christmas with you here this year? Amy's worried you won't make your flight in time'. 

That sort of thing. Rarely did they ever hold a conversation just for the sake of chatting.

Google swiped up the chat bar and began typing. "Hey, Mark. Google and I were thinking about going out to the beach this weekend. You and Amy busy?"

"What are you doing? You're not even waterproof. You can't go to a beach. I'm hardly waterproof. Just enough to shower and walk through the rain. How on Earth are you going to manage?" Emma lied about the last bit. She was completely waterproof. Water didn't affect her at all. She felt awful singling Google out as if he was a complete Android. He wasn't. She felt awful knowing what had happened to him and how much it had affected his life.

He winked at her, a smirk growing on his lips. "First, I am completely water and sand proof now. I just don't like sand." Emma bit her tongue to hold back her Star Wars reference. "And second, we're going to ask him some questions while we're there. We know Dark isn't going to leave you alone and Mark seems to know him better than even you, maybe. Maybe he can help us. Also, I want to ask him about my past. He must've known me before the accident. How else would he have found me and cared enough to bring me back? Albeit as a House Servant, but still. I'm here, aren't I?"

Emma nodded. She couldn't even begin to imagine how he felt, not knowing who he was before he was Google. Her hand found his, intertwining their fingers securely. He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing in her scent. The soft brush of his lips against her neck made her flinch. She wasn't used to Google's gentle personality. Dark had ruined her desire for affection. He was coarse and rough, uncaring about whether or not he hurt Emma. It made her skittish around people.

Google caught the hint and reeled back a bit. "Sorry, love." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. Emma's eyebrows raised in surprise. Google had just called her 'love'. It was a small gesture, a nickname, but it made her heart flutter.

Her phone buzzed in Google's free hand and he held it up a bit to read the new text on the screen. 

"Sounds like a plan. We'll see you tomorrow." 

Emma tilted her head to the side to read Google's expression. He seemed pleased with himself; That was exactly the answer he wanted. He dropped the phone on the bed beside him and fell backward onto the bed. Emma rolled off of him, lying beside him and staring up at the ceiling.

"Dinner?" He suggested after a while. Emma was startled by how abruptly he began a conversation. Google chuckled softly when she jumped and shook his head. She smacked his stomach playfully with the back of her hand.

"I'd love to. Where are we going?" She turned her head to find Google was already staring at her, his eyes thoughtful. He looked away now, biting his lip as he searched for a proper place to take her to dinner. She could see a faint white shine on his eye that she assumed was his new screen interface. He could still project it like before but she figured that he didn't like to anymore now that an in-eye interface was more efficient.

A small smile peaked across his features and he looked back at her. "You're going to want to dress nicely." Without hesitation he rolled over off the side of the bed, stretching out and helping Emma to her feet. He nodded his head to his own closet and shooed her out so he could change. She huffed at his abrupt pushiness as the bedroom door shut in her face. Okay, then. Dress nice. What on earth do I own that's 'nice'? I live in hoodies and pajama pants.

She turned on her heel and stepped into the bedroom opposite Google's. Tiny Turtle Tim slapped onto his rocky perch, splashing small waves up onto the glass. Emma figured she was going to struggle to find anything to wear anyways so she could spare a minute to feed Tim before getting changed. Her hand found the bottle of turtle food on the shelf above the tank. She emptied a serving into her hand, snapping the bottle shut with her free hand and dropping it back on the shelf. Tim chirped happily as she lowered her hand into the tank.Her hand hovered over the small clay bowl she handmade for him to eat out of, waiting for him to reach it.

He waited for her hand to come away before he dug in. He was a sloppy eater, that was for sure. Little bits of food slid out of the bowl and onto the rock as he rummaged through to the best parts of the meal first. She shook her head at her silly pet before closing the tank and using a bit of hand sanitizer.

Now the part she dreaded. Dress picking. She was never a huge fan of wearing dresses. She didn't mind it, but she would always prefer to be in comfy clothes. Her closet only had three dresses in it. Her eyes immediately went to the skin tight red dress that Dark had bought her. It was pretty, sure, but not something she wanted to wear for Google. The second dress was something she bought because Amy said she wouldn't. She had to prove her cousin wrong. So now Emma owned a midnight blue Vintage Belted Swing Dress.

The third dress in her closet was Christmas present from Mark and Amy. It was a knee length burgundy dress with lace that formed delicate flowers over the silky fabric. It came together at a high waist and held its sleeves at three-quarter's length. It looked perfect to her now. It didn't remind her of Dark and it wasn't something out of the '40s. She set it down on her bed and went to search for shoes and a necklace to go with it. She decided on a pair of tan flats and a simple, silver leaf necklace.

She looked over her outfit in the mirror, twirling a bit to get the fabric to swirl around her. It was only a matter of time before she left her small bathroom with curled hair and light makeup on. She was surprised at how beautiful she looked. She almost didn't recognize herself. 

WIth a nervous breath, Emma stepped out into the hallway slowly, brushing a bit of hair from her face. The rush of adrenaline that hit her when she realized that she was going out to a nice restaurant with the man she loved.

She heard a soft gasp from behind her as Google walked up to her. His hands came at her waist as he turned her to look at him. His eyes trailed over her features, taking in her figure. His eyes glittered, his breath hitching in his throat. He wore a crisp gray suit that accentuated his figure, making him look more mature. He planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "You look... Breathtaking."

Emma couldn't help but blush at his compliment. He chuckled at the rosiness of her cheeks. "Thank you, Google. You outdid yourself too." She readjusted his tie, straightening it more.

"Shall we go then?" Google grinned at her.

Her face lit up as she giggled. "We shall."