Falling a Million Times For You

1~ just the beginning

Emmet

hello, I am Emmet Baker. I I am the older of two kids, I love my both of my parents very much. I grew up in Coos Bay, Oregon. I have lived in the same house for fifteen years. I don't get out much, you could say I am a bit of an introvert.

I have brown hair, with what my mom says to be ocean blue eyes. But I see them as more of a space blue. I look like my dad actually, my grandma says I am a mirror image of him. For my brother Ezra though, he... he looks like my mom. I mean he may have the same coloring of and eyes as me, but his face and personality is my mom.

it's a Tuesday, I just came home from school. It's prom week. And guess who doesn't have a date... again. Me! For the last four years I have never had a date to prom. I almost did, until she ditched me. But not having a date doesn't mean you can't go to prom. So I always go with my best friend, Rocky Finch. Somehow he kills it with ladies, but never asks them to any dances. He says he does it for me, since I never I have a date. That's just who Rocky is though, he puts himself before others. Sometimes it can annoying.

This year he almost asked a girl. A really good one too, but once he knew I wasn't going to ask anyone... he put his plans behind him. And now she was going with someone else.

I was in my room, next to my window. I watching out on to the street I grew up on. I had about an hour before I would need to go to work. So during that hour I would watch, and wait. I would wait for her. Britney Elliot. Or as her friends all her Britta or Brit.

Personally I have never talked to her. Well maybe once or twice in grade school. But then she got popular and we were just neighbors. I don't even think she knew who I was. Even if I did live across from her for fifteen years of our lives.

I have seen her, ride her bike up and down her driveway. I watched her through her first breakup, her first car. I knew everything about her, I mean our moms were friends. And her sister Ophelia came over to talk to my mom, about work of course. So I always knew who asked her to what dance, and if she made the soccer team this year. I knew everything, yet all she knew was the name "Emmet Baker".

You could say I am in love with her. Just why to shy to ever ask her out, since I knew I would get rejected. Just like always. My mom says it's weird, how I can be so good looking and no girls like me. I don't see myself as good looking though. Maybe it's my personality they don't like. I mean I am into books, movies, food. I can maybe get a little clingy time to time. But never enough to drive a girl away.

The thing is, girl now a days want the bad boys. The bad boys they know will break there hearts. But all I want, is to make them feel special and like they are the only person that will ever matter to me. That's all I want for them. No matter how hard I need to fight, I will always want them to be happy.

There she was, pulling into her driveway. She didn't have the best car, but or some reason she didn't care. I mean her life was perfect, but she didn't give a crap about her car. She got out and her blonde hair was up in a bun. She was wearing her normal clothes. She was a small body, but she had a great mind.  I tried to stay hid as I watched her walk up to her front door and walk in her house.

I remember once in second grade she didn't have a pencil, so I gave her one. She would always give them back to me, even though the next day she would need another one. She would always forget that I was the one giving her pencils. I think that's when I actually started to like her. Since she was so clumsy and forgetful. I was apparently attracted to that.

"Emmet! You need to leave for work in twenty-" my mom said walking into my room, only to see me watching out my window.

I turned my head to my beautiful mom, she was smiling and shaking her head.

"Are you still watching that girl?" She asked coming over to sit next to me.

I tried to play it off cool by scratching my head, "what do you mean, by that one girl? I don't know what girl your talking about." I chuckled awkwardly.

"You can run, but you can't hide Emmet. Now get ready you can't be late again." She said standing up and walking out of my room.

I worked at the hospital here. I know I am a senior in high school. But I am also taking all my college classes this year online. So basically once I go to Oregon state in the Fall I will practically be sophomore in college. I am going to go into the medical field, so my mom hooked me up with an assistant nurse job at the hospital. It's actually a really fun job. Since I am meeting new people every day.

"Emmet, could you give this to Ms. Fielding." My little brother said coming into my room and handing me a drawing.

Ms. Fielding was a girl in the hospital that I helped out with. Ezra didn't like to call her by her real name, he preferred Ms. Fielding. I guess they were kinda pen pals. She was one year younger then him, she had black hair and green eyes. She has Cystic Fibrosis, and has been staying with the hospital for almost six months. All though Ezra and her have never met, they are apparently madly in love.
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I packed my backpack up. I never knew how long I would be at the hospital for. So I always packed for at least a full night. The pack was full of snacks, toys, pen and so much more.

I walked down stairs to where my mom was making dinner, Ezra was doing his homework and my dad was watching his basketball game.

"I am heading out." I sighed.

"Oh okay sweetie, make sure you get dinner while your there!" My mom yelled to me as I walked out my front door.

As soon as I stepped out I was quickly greeted by the blonde haired girl, Ophelia Elliot. Brit's sister. She must have been coming over to talk to my mom.

"Oh hello Emmet." She smiled.

"Hey Ophelia." I said back to her.

"Is your mom in there?" She asked me.

"Yup go right on in." I smiled and walked off to get in my car.

It wasn't exactly my car. It was my moms second car. She said I had to earn it, even though she still let me drive it everywhere. She said that by the time I am 19 and I hadn't crashed it yet then I could have it for real.

It was a nice car. It was a white Jeep. My mom had bought it for no reason, but hey at least I have it. I had gotten my driver license about two years ago. But before that it had taken me a year to even pass the test. I guess you could my mind gets side tracked easily.

I pulled out of my driveway and just like that I was on to a night of working. And I didn't even know how long it would take me. I could be fine for seven, ten even twelve hours. I could have to change diapers today, maybe clean up things I didn't want to see.

The thing about working in a hospital is that you never know what your gonna see.
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Thanks for reading! Please tell me if you want more. This chapter is a little short but idk, I kinda like my storyline