Emily's POV
I wake up to talking. It sounds like Lauren, but she's not alone. A mans voice, slightly intoxicated. I set up to find my body, wrapped in Pete's hoodie, still in my pjs from yesterday. My hair, even messier than before. I stand up, stretch and yawn, then walk upstairs. My room looks like a hurricane came through. I sigh, pull my hair up until I'm done, then proceed to clean. First, I make my bed, straightening the pillows perfectly. Next, my clothes, which cover the floor. I sit down and sort through them, dirty and clean. Then I carry all my dirty clothes down stairs, and grab bathroom cleaner. Finally I scrub up the entire bathroom, mine anyways, from top to bottom.
I step back around 2:00 pm, and admire my work." Much better." I tell myself. I smile then put up my products. I walk into the kitchen and meet Lauren. She's wearing a blue and green tank,white waist shorts, and white tennis shoes. Her hair is up in a messy ponytail and she's wearing shades." Hey." I say to her." Hi Ems. Where's wonder boy?" she asks playfully." California." I reply sadly." oh." She sighs." So what are you doing?" I ask her grabbing a bottle of water." Well Kale and I are going to play tennis." she sighs happily." Kale?" Must be the guy earlier.
" He's out on the deck. Come on." Lauren says taking my hand and pulling me with her to the backyard. I step out into the sunlight, the warm wood beneath my feet, and face the shade. Standing out on the right edge is a tall lanky brown headed man, with a green polo tee, white sorts to match then tennis shoes as well as Lauren. He turns around and smiles down at me." Hi, I'm Emily. Lauren's BEST friend until the end of time." I laugh shaking his hand." Kale Andrew, her acquaintance." He laughs back." well it's nice to meet you Kale." I say stepping back inside. I hear him say it back as I make my way upstairs.
Today's Monday, I've still got a full week until Pete comes home. Maybe I'll go get a makeover done. My hair does need touching up.....My brows too......My nails.... That's what I'll do. I'll have to go today though. I work Tuesday-Friday as a photographer|reporter for Rolling Stones. I love my job. I smile at my reflection then take a hot shower. I dry off and slip on skinny jeans, Pete's hoodie and a white vneck, then black chucks. I grab my black beanie to hide my tragic hair. With my keys in hand, I race down the stairs and out to my black mustang.
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Keep Falling (Pete Wentz Romance)
Teen Fiction"I want to move on from him, Pete. I love you but he still haunts me." "I love you too Emily. I'll never hurt you. If I do, I'll beat myself. You don't deserve anything he caused." "But it's not disappearing. I can't sleep anymore without seeing hi...
