lost; ethma

ten

song:
imagination- foster the people
(please listen to this song while reading)

| i see us dancing by ourselves
we do it better with no one around, yeah
just you in my imagination |

emma

i spent a few hours over at graysons, dealing with him being touchy and jealous. i decided it would be best for me to leave him be and let him think, so i went home.

apparently amanda and olivia went over to ethan's with liam (god only knows why they would want to be there), but i actually have the place to myself tonight. they'll probably come stumbling in at 3 am after they hit a bar on the way out of ethans door instead of coming straight into mine.

i don't care though. it's not as if i'd want to go with them or anything. never.

i pour myself a glass of wine (i'm almost 21, watch it) and sit down on my couch with my favorite soft blanket from urban. i nuzzle up to it and start reading my book called, gone with the wind. it's always been my favorite story from when i was in high school.

i just love the amazing romance between scarlett and rhett. it took them so long to find eachother, and their love is so astonishingly spontaneous and passionate.

i eagerly start reading and realize that this will be an amazing night to myself.

—

a few chapters into the story, i hear a knock at the door. i look through the keyhole and see amanda grinning outside. i can tell she's already drunk.

i open the door and amanda greets me.

"emmaaaaaa," my name drags on out of her mouth.

"hello to you too," i say. she stomps into the living room and grabs the glass of wine i had sitting on the coffee table.

she turns up the glass and downs it all in one giant gulp.

"okay then," i laugh to myself.

"i need you over there," amanda says.

"no."

"please emma. i'm such a damn fifth wheel," she groans.

fifth wheel? i thought she said ethan, olivia and liam would be there.

"you have ethan to make small talk to," i say.

"no, you don't understand..." amanda lingers.

"well, i cant go. i made a promise to grayson."

"who gives a shit about grayson!" she slurs. "you don't even have to look at ethan. just come with meee."

i know she didn't mean to jab at grayson, she's drunk. she's drunk she's drunk she's drunk.

"well, if i'm going over there," i start.

"YESSSSSS!" amanda shouts and interrupts me.

"i said IF. if i'm going over there," i say. "i'm going to need a lot to drink first."

amanda squeals and runs over to the liquor cabinet we only use for big parties. she takes out her and my favorite, grey goose.