Jack and Emma go to the same high school and have despised each other as long as they can remember, but as they grow and their life takes many twists and turns, will their feelings for each other grow too?
I wake up relentlessly coughing and bolt upright trying to control it, I really need to check my temperature, I think I'm coming down with something. I get out of bed and eat breakfast then get showered, brush my teeth and do my hair and makeup.
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I then go over to Logan's apartment to see the boys there too. I swear this is their home now, I also notice that Ivan and Emilio are here along with Jake. "Hey guys" I say, entering and greeting them all. I plop down beside Jack as he kisses my cheek and all of a sudden, I receive a phone call and go to Logan's room to answer it.
It's an unsaved number so I look at it confused before answering, "Hello?" I say and an unknown voice speaks, "Hello, is this Miss Emma Baker? Daughter of Mr Jonathan Baker and Mrs Amy Baker?" He asks and I furrow my eyebrows.
"Yes, this is Emma speaking, may I ask who this is?" I reply. "This is Officer Matthew speaking, and I am extremely sorry Miss Baker but your parents passed away in a tragic car accident after colliding with a large truck and having major impact and internal damage. There...there is no recovery. I'm so sorry for your loss"
My heart stopped, my breathing became heavier. I felt suffocated, like the walls were closing in and I was trapped. Alone and isolated. My parents are everything to me, my very world. And now, my world has fallen apart. I try to steady my breathing as I collapse on the floor someone's arms reach out for me, catching me and looking at my state.
Jack's P.O.V
I look for Emma to see where she went and as I walk past Logan's room, I retrace my steps to see Ivan and Emma hugging each other ever so tightly, her back faced towards the door and he's squeezing his eyes shut. I know they're best friends, but they're a little too close for comfort. Why are they always hugging secretly and talking?
I was fuming.
Emma's P.O.V
I sobbed into Ivan's shoulders before he assisted me towards the lounge, "Emma what the fuck?! Why are you always with Ivan that close in secret?!" Jack spat in my face angrily and when he saw my tears, he stopped in his tracks, confused. Is he really doing this at a time like this?
"You know what Jack? THIS ISN'T THE FUCKING TIME TO BE PLAYING JEALOUS BOYFRIEND!" I yelled angrily through my tears only causing my breathing to get worse. Why can't I breathe? I've never had asthma or anything like that. "Emma breathe" Jack says worriedly, placing his hand on my back, assisting me.
"No!" I yell and push him off. "My parents just died, in a car accident. Without them, I wouldn't be here! Without them, we would've never been together! Without them, none of this would be possible, at all! I have them to thank for every single thing in my life! They were my world! When no one else supported me or believed in my stupid and crazy dreams. They did. Every step of the way, people put me down for thinking I can make it, and if it wasn't for them, I would've believed those people. So I haven't got time for this jealous boyfriend act Jack. I have a plane to catch. To my parents funeral" I say not being able to say the last part without tears and I go back to my apartment to pack.
I leave my apartment with a small carry on and drive to the airport, once I get out, I go through the security checks and soon, I board my flight. I look out the window, every memory occupying the blank blue canvas and taking me back to when everything was perfect. With me and my parents. Just me and my parents. Maybe I shouldn't have moved to L.A.
If I hadn't chosen this path or had "big dreams" my parents would still be here. Or maybe, they wouldn't, but at least then, I would be with them. Safe In their arms and happy. No kid wants to be stranded in a world without their parents. Because a world without your parents isn't a world at all. It's blank. I don't exist without my parents, you know, my mum was right.
"Never take the important things for granted" I never did. I loved them, I knew I was lucky to have them. But, I always thought they'd be here everyday, for me to talk to and confide in. And now look, I miss the way my dad would make me "fly" when I was 2, the way my mum would scold me for trying to correct the teachers when I was 4.
The way dad would tell me off for writing my future plans on the wall when I was 8 then pick me up and treat me like a princess, the way my mum put up with me when I was 13 and thought I was independent. They way they made me feel special when everyone else treated me like shit. They way they believed in me, the way they loved me. They made me who I am.
All of a sudden, I felt the plane dip, pulling me out of my sea of thoughts. I exited the airport and got an uber back to my house and as I exited and looked towards at my house and my hometown, I realised,
