Little Talks.

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I woke up in a hotel room with a migraine. I don't remember the last half of yesterday, just the part when I arrived to this hotel, completely broken hearted. I got up out of the bed and walked around the hotel room, I stopped when I saw a figure asleep on the couch. I got closer and removed the covers from the persons face. Charlie? I shook him remotely, he woke up almost immediately.

“What’s wrong Em?”

“Why are you here?”

“Caleb called me to get you out of trouble, you were acting kind of looney yesterday. You had too much to drink” He said, sitting up, he’s shirtless. It wasn’t till then did I realize I wasn’t in my dress, I’m in a large t-shirt which I’m guessing is his.

“I was drinking?” I asked my eyes wide.

“Yep. Threw up a bit too. Want me to go get painkillers?” he said, probably assuming I’m hungover which I am.

“Please.” I said, it came out more of like a whimper, he nodded and stood up and ran his fingers through his messy bed hair.

“You’re shirt.”

“I’ll stop past my house and get one.” He said, putting on his shoes.

“Don’t open the door for anyone, I’ll be back.” He said and left, shutting the door.

I sighed and extended myself across the couch, wrapping Charlie's blanket around me. It smelled of detergent and cologne, making me think about Liam. I know that Liam would never do anything to hurt me intentionally but honestly, it took him to long to pull away. Danielle, I think her name is, she came out of nowhere, ruining things. It's always someone, I never even saw her before ,I don't know her, she has no reason to dislike me but I know for a fact that I don’t like her. I’m not the jealous type but that still mad me angry, you don’t go around kissing people’s boyfriends. One day she could stumble upon the wrong girl and something horrible is going to happen to her.

My growling stomach took me away from my thoughts; I got up and went to the small kitchen compartment, opening up the mini fridge. Crap, crap and more crap. I took out a coke and popped it open, grabbing an apple off of the counter. I bit into it, leaning on the counter, just as the door opened. I looked up to see Charlie.

“Umm, Em..” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.  I raised an eyebrow at him, hearing the door open again. I saw another figures shadow, and then saw Jewel.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“Give us a moment?” she asked Charlie, he nodded and handed me the brown bag that red ‘Dunkin Donuts’ on it.

“Thanks” I mumbled as he left.

“What the hell were you thinking?” she asked.

“I’m fine.” I shrugged.

“No, you’re not, you had everybody worried, you didn’t answer any phone calls, we thought you were in trouble, do you not know how to pick up a god damn phone!” she yelled the last part.

“I do what I want; I follow no one’s orders. I’m not a dog! I’m not going to jump when you say jump!”

“What has gotten into you.” She asked more to herself than me, she sounds like my mother.

“Danielle has!” I yelled, it slipped out without me thinking but all I know is I felt this weird feeling in my heart, making me frown and my eyes water. Her head snapped to me and I saw her eyes soften.

“Emma…” she reached out to me I snatched my arm away.

“Leave me alone. Go away.” I said, sitting on the floor, I groaned as I heard the door shut and threw the bag across the floor, a tear falling from my eye.

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