Hey. It's been forever. Sorry to those of you who want to read this, I just went through some stuff and lost interest but I've got my inspiration back now. I don't think I'll be writing like I want to, maybe like once or twice a week. I still have to figure it out.
Anyways, thank you to those who are still reading. I love you all.❤
--Emma
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"Noa," Erik gently starts, "are you okay? You haven't moved for twenty minutes."
"I, uh, I-I. . ." I look around myself and realize I'm in the cafe. A hand lands on my forehead and I freeze before jerking my head away from Erik's palm. "What're you doing?"
"Checking if you have a fever. You're not acting normal." His face scrunches up in this kind of adorable way and the worry on his face is clear. The worry that reminds me of my sister's worry and why I'm here.
"Do you have any alcohol in here?" This time is Erik's turn to freeze. I don't think it has anything to do with alcohol, a few days after we met we went to a bar and got wasted together. I think it's more to do with the fact it's the middle of the day.
"Why do you want alcohol? What's wrong?" I feel the tears push at the back of my eyes again and just throw myself forward to hug him. "Seriously Noa, you're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong." He begins to feel the tears soak through his shirt because he hugs me back tightly.
"Jackie--" I clear my throat and pull away to look at him. "Jackie's pregnant," I whisper, and his face falls. Pregnancy should be good news, it should put smiles on people's faces. But she's just eighteen and she doesn't have a boyfriend so it's all just terrifying.
Erik just pulls me close and hugs me tightly again. He smells like coffee and sugar, a scent I've come to realize I love. Whenever he gets home from work, he always brings the smell of coffee and sugar, occasionally other things but mostly those two. It's a nice smell.
"What's she gonna do?" he mumbles against the top of my head.
"I dunno. Whatever she wants. We kind of just cried before she went to go meet Danny to tell him." Erik squeezes me a little and we just stand there, hugging for a little bit.
"Hey, not to interrupt your completely goals moment here," Sydney speaks, "but we need our best barista back here to help us with the lunchtime rush." Erik slowly unwraps his arms from around me and I immediately miss his warmth.
"I'll be right there," he responds, Sydney nodding and going back behind the counter. "Listen, how about tonight we go out somewhere--a movie, dinner, whatever you want--and just let me try to make you feel better. Is that okay with you?" His face slowly turns red and I giggle with a smile at his adorableness. I place a hand on his cheek and smile.
"Of course it's okay with me." I give him another quick hug before backing away with a wave. Smiling at me and waving back, he moves to stand behind the counter and starts to make drinks.
I walk back out into the cold air, my face warmer than usual and a smile that I haven't felt in a while. My body was warm and fuzzy feeling and I practically skipped all the way home. I like this.
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In The Eyes Of a Saint
Teen FictionI stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars...
