text messages ☆ emma chamberlain

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noelle;

It was the second day of me being with Emma, and I had woken up before her. I decided I might as well start attempting to make breakfast. It was the least I could do for Emma for letting me stay with her instead of making me stay in a sketchy motel. Also, she could do with a cooked meal. All she ever eats is take away.

I trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen, opening the fridge in search for ingredients for pancakes. Pancakes were a signature dish of my dads, he always made it for me and my siblings every monday morning before school.

I, luckily, found all the ingredients to make breakfast which seemed like a miracle. I didn't expect her to actually have food in her pantry besides from snacks, but she did. Good job, Emma. 

I grabbed the biggest bowl I could find and started adding all the ingredients. I, of course, didn't know how hungry Emma was so I made a big batch of batter. Better to have more then less, I guess.

Once I started cooking them on the stove, the delicious aroma of buttermilk pancakes filled her apartment. I kind of expected her to wake up from the smell, then slowly stumble down the stairs in a morning haze and greet me with her insane bed hair - just like the movies - but that was just a bit unrealistic. Looks like I would just have to wake her myself.

I prepared her stack of pancakes on a plate, pouring some syrup over them and I then replicated that on another plate for me. I took the two plates in each hand and carefully went up the stairs. I set the plates on the bedside table and looked at Emma sleeping peacefully. She was unbelievably gorgeous in my opinion, sometimes it took my breath away.

I grabbed the pillow I had slept on the previous night, smiling devilishly to myself knowing how I was going to disturb her peaceful slumber. I grabbed two ends of the pillow, and hit her in the face with it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she gasped, sitting up quickly and clutching the side of her face dramatically.

"It was a fucking pillow, not a brick, your face is fine." I cackled, throwing the pillow on the bed and jumping onto the bed next to her. "Cheer up, buttercup, I made pancakes!"

I handed her a plate of the pancakes that I had drowned in syrup, and smiled at her.

"Oh my god, thats so nice!" she gasped, and I responded with a shrug.

"It's not that big of a deal. I like cooking, sort of." I took a bite of my pancakes, groaning at the sweet flavor. "Fuck me up." I shoved another mouthful into my mouth.

"So what do you want to do today?" Emma asked as we ate our breakfast in bed and watched YouTube videos.

I shrugged, picking at what was left of my food. I was full already. "Maybe we can go to the beach?"

"Noah, it's the middle of Winter."

"Yeah but like, if always wanted to go to the beaches in LA. There's this photo of my mum at a beach in LA when she was pregnant with me that my dad held on to. He said that was probably the last time she was truly happy. She looked gorgeous in that photo, despite being like eight months pregnant with me." I admitted shyly. I rarely ever talked about my mother to anyone but my dad. Emma was staring at me intently, listening to everything I said. She was a good listener. I thanked her for that.

"So your mum left, right?" Emma asked, her voice soft. She was taking a fragile approach to the subject, not wanting to set me off. I nodded to her question. "Do you know why?" 

"Postpartum depression. Dad told me she had a hard time bonding with me, she barely picked me up. I would cry a lot when dad went to work because she refused to care for me. Usually my older brother would hold me and feed me. He was only five." I sighed, setting the plate on the floor.

"That's crazy." was all Emma could manage to say as she processed everything. I chuckled at her response.

"Yeah, I guess."

We sit in silence for a while, but it was comfortable. But finally I broke it.

"It was nice telling someone that. Only relatives really know about my mum. I don't think I'll ever meet her anytime soon." I shrugged, swinging my legs over the bed and standing up. I picked up my plate and asked Emma for hers.

"No, I'll clean up. You cooked, it's only fair." Emma offered.

"I mean sure, if you want." I said, handing her my plate.

I followed her down stairs because you know, I might as well keep her company while she cleans everything. I took a seat on the bench, swinging my legs back and forth while I watched Emma clean. We did this in silence.

"So I was thinking we can go to the beach and I can make a video out of it," Emma began as she dried her hands. I nodded, telling her to continue. "Then I can take you out for lunch and maybe we can go look at the mall?"

"Take me out to lunch? How romantic." I teased, trying to seductively bite my lip but failing miserably.

"Fuck yeah it is. Gotta take that hot piece of ass out on a date." Emma joked back, sending me a wink - or at least trying to. She, too, failed miserably. She looked cute doing it though.

"Well I'm going to go get ready. Do you have bathers I could borrow? I didn't think I would actually be going to the beach on this trip." I asked, jumping off the counter.

"I should, but you're curvier then me so I dont know how this will work out."

"I can squeeze, I guess." I shrug, and she nods.

She rummages threw her clothes for a while, making me wait anxiously on the bed for her to find me a swimsuit. She finally fishes out one and holds it out for me to look at. High waisted bottoms - which is always a bonus for me - and a cute top to match. The bottoms were white and the top was tan and white, which I recognized as she had worn this in a video once for a photoshoot.

"I'll try these." I told her, taking them from her and thanking her. I grabbed out a pair of leggings from my suitcase and a large baggy 'Champion' jumper. I exused myself into her bathroom, and quickly put on the bathers.

Half way threw checking myself out Emma had knocked on the door.

"Can I see the bathers on you?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure." I replied, opening the door and striking a pose for her.

"You look hot as fuck." she shrieked, making me laugh.

"I know, right?" I winked, before looking at myself in the mirror and I sighed. Faking confidence is a hobby of mine.

The bathing suit wasn't bad though, I genuinely felt good about myself. It hugged my curves nicely, the bottoms were a bit tight but it accentuated my butt which wasn't too bad in my opinion if I was trying to draw Emma's attention to me. The top was fine as well, the material was stretchy enough. It flaunted a little bit of underboob, but I couldn't be bothered finding a new swim suit.

"Okay, I'm going to get ready so don't come out unless you want to see me butt ass naked." Emma warned me, and I nodded before shutting the door. I slipped on my leggings and jumper, brushed my hair and then my teeth before Emma joined me in the bathroom.

We both got ready quickly, and were ready to go.  Emma locked her front door and thrown our two towels on the back seats of her car.

"Off to the beach we go." Emma smiled to me, turning onto the road. I smiled back.

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