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Home Is Where The Screen Is: Females

Emily Andersen – United States Of America

"Ever since the  accident, we have been so close!" That voice. It sounded like  over-dramatic and high pitched, like nails on a chalk-board or forks  rubbing the bottom of a plate. "I mean, Emily like, almost died!"

I only almost fucking  died because of you, I wanted to scream, but I clamped my mouth shut,  digging my hands into a deep green leaf.

"What accident?" I glanced at the interviewer. Helly. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Kimberly giggled, her  voice raising in excitement. Alek snorted next to me. "She seems like a  real keeper, da?" I shoved him away, trying to keep from staring at the  screen.

Kimberly threw a chunk  of deep brown behind her shoulder. "Well, it was really dark. And  raining. Lots of rain. I think it was foggy. Maybe it was foggy?" I  moaned, putting my head in my hands. What a fucking idiot.

"She is no smart?" A  grin reached to my lips as I listened to Pip's broken English. He  laughed, taking my hand in his. it almost felt right.

Another chuck of hair thrown behind her. "I was driving my daddy's car. It was blue and sparkly."

"And?" Helly interrupted, annoyed. Kimberly let out an impatient sigh, pretending she never heard it.

"We were on a bridge.  Just a little bridge. I think it was bridge. It was a tall bridge." Alek  let out another loud laugh, taking a sip from the flask. I pried it out  of his finger, taking a long swing.

"She isn't even my friend, asshole." Kimberly continued talking, oblivious to our laughter.

"It was dark, and then  there was water. A lot of water. And glass. And I swam away, but she was  trapped." Kimberly gave a wicked smile to the camera. "No wonder she  hates water."

The picture erased  itself, replaced by something even worse. Maybe better. I couldn't quite  decide. "Ethan Anderson, here for you, Ms. Helly!"

I moaned, returning the  now empty flask to its rightful owner. "That is my brother. He has seen  enough of these fucking flasks in his lifetime."

"Tell us, Ethan, have  Emily always had such a colorful vocabulary? It seems to put some color  in our Arena" Helly grinned, and Ethan returned to look, a bit too  flirtatiously.

He nodded. "Oh yeah." He  slurred. "She always swears. 'Fuck' was her first word!" He dissolved  into a fit of annoying giggles, his body shaking with laughter.

"Our parents didn't know  what to do! They wanted 'mama' or 'papa' and they got 'fuck'! Or was it  'shit'?" Alek burst out laughing again, Pip merely tightening his grip  on my hand.

"Someone has their share of problems, da?" I turned around and growled.

"Stop staying 'da'. This  isn't fucking Russia." I was expecting a blow up from him, but he  grinned. Pip suddenly wrenched his hand from mine.

"What's wrong?" I asked, but the voice in the sky answered my questions. Roland Holland was plastered in the clouds.

I stiffened, trying to  erase the smile that reached my lips as I watched him. "Ro?" I  whispered, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Emily and I met at  Disney. Pretty cliche, but hey, we can't all be perfect." Except him. Ro  was the definition of perfect. "We have been dating for two years. Our  first date was sitting in her living room watching Teen Wolf." He  laughed, but it was cute laughter, real laughter.

He rubbed the back of  his neck, his sign for being nervous. I didn't even dare sneak a peak at  Pip. My eyes were glued to the sky. "What do you think of her flirt  relationship with Pip?"