Jealous: An Emison FanFic

Chapter 2

November 22, 2014

Emily's POV

I wake up to Nat in my arms. She looks so peaceful. I replay last night events over in my head countless times until I hear her stir in my arms. "Good morning" I smile at her.

It takes her a few seconds to remember everything that happened last night. She looks down at her hand and spots the ring. "Last night really happened. I thought I dreamt it."

"Yes silly it really happened." She giggles. I love her laugh it reminds me of someone else's, but I can't remember who.

She looks at her watch and her eyes widen. "Shit. I'm late for class."

"You know it's Saturday right?" I remind her.

"I know...I recently signed up for a class that's on Saturday mornings. I'm gonna be so late." She gets out of bed and rushes to get dressed.

"You never told me about a Saturday class Nat. What's it for?"

"It's an extra finance class." She shrugs "I need more credits"

"Okay. See you later?"

"Of course." She kisses me. "Bye Em."

"Bye. Lov-" She already walked out. Well that was unexpected.

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Alison's POV

I've looked over everything I have to do to transfer to Fordham. It doesn't seem too bad. The only thing I have to do is write two essays. Why I want to transfer and why I chose Fordham.

Before I do anything, I have to call my parents and tell them about my decision. I dial the number I know by heart. It rings a few times before someone answers. "Hello?" My dad answers.

"Hi daddy." I say, excited to hear his voice. I haven't talked to him in a few weeks.

"Sweetheart, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." I pause "Is mom there? I really would like to tell you both something. "

"Of course sweetheart. Let me go get her." It takes a minute until I hear my mom come onto the phone.

"Alison dear, what do you want to talk to us about?" She asks sounding a bit concerned.

"Mom, dad... I've decided that I don't want to study law anymore and I want to switch schools." I bite my lip nervously awaiting their response.

A minute or two later they finally respond. "We support your decision if it's what you really want."

"It is what I really want. Thank you for understanding." I want to hang up now that the conversation is over, but my mom talks before I can hit end.

"Can I ask what major and school you are thinking of switching to?" my mom asks.

Shit. I was trying to avoid telling them this for as long as possible. My mom doesn't consider being an artist a career. "Um..." I bit my lip harder. "I want to be an artist and I want to go to Fordham. I've already started my application." I say.

There's a long pause before they talk. "Alison I don't think being an artist is the best career choi-"

"It is, I swear." I interrupt.

"I have never seen you draw once in your life. Why do you all of a sudden want to be an artist.?"

"It's something I've started to do when I got to Paris. I promise you mom, I really good at it." I hope she hears how much this means to me in my voice.

"Okay, I believe you. You have our permission to transfer."

I exhale a breathe that I didn't realize I was holding in. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You won't regret it."

"I really hope so."

"Love you talk to you guys again soon."

"Love you too." They say in unison and hang up the phone. Phew that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I should probably get started on these essays. I put my laptop in my bag and leave my dorm room. I walk to the Eiffel Tower and sit underneath the massive structure. This is a good spot to write.

I begin writing on my laptop and let the words flow from my fingers. I can do this I think to myself. I spend the rest of the afternoon in that spot writing for the future that is to come.