~Ashton~
The sun streaming in through the window wakes me up. I roll over to see if Emery is awake, but she's still dozing, clutching her pillow. Smiling, I brush her hair off her face. She would be okay. I had always known that if Emery could escape her parents she would be so much better, and now she had.
She stirs slightly, and her eyes flutter open. When she sees me staring at her she smiles. "Good morning, Ash."
"Morning," I say, running my fingers up and down her bare shoulder.
"What time is it?" she asks with a yawn. I turn and check her clock on the nightstand.
"It's about 9:30," I say, but not after I kiss her nose. She giggles and pulls the sheets around her.
"I was supposed to be at that internship two hours ago," she hides her face in the blanket so that I can only see her gray eyes. "I'm actually doing this."
"You're doing it," I laugh. She moves closer and I lean forward to kiss her- but we're interrupted. The doorbell rings throughout the house. I sigh and kiss her forehead instead.
"Do we have to answer it?" she whispers.
"No, actually we don't," I laugh.
Then there is a banging at the door. I groan and lean my forehead against Emery's. "You're going to go answer it aren't you?"
"Don't look, I have to get dressed."
"Seriously?"
"Don't look!"
I groan again and cover my eyes. The bed moves as Emery gets up. After a couple of minutes she tells me it's safe for me to open my eyes. I catch a glimpse of her leaving the room in my shirt. I roll out of her bed and pull my pants on. I guess no shirt for me today since she stole mine.
As I walk down the hall, I hear Emery open the door. I exit the hallway and walk across the living room to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. That's when I look at the door and see Michael Clifford standing in the entrance. What the hell? I go to stand behind Emery.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I had a bad experience in music class with Michael, so I never did like him too much. Emery looks back at me with big eyes, my ACDC shirt hanging loosely around her small frame. Damn, I really want to kiss her.
"He says he's got something important," Emery says, and I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Well what is it?"
Michael holds up a disc. "I think you're going to want to see this.
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"How did someone film this?" I slam the computer shut. Emery rubs her fingers over her eyes and takes a shaky breath. Michael held up his hands.
"It was in my mail this morning, dude. I had nothing to do with it," the way he said it made it sound like we made our own sex tape.
"And you think we did?!" I yell. Emery steps past me.
"Excuse me," her voice is small, and she turns back down the hallway. I wait until I hear the bathroom door close before I speak to Michael again.
"What the hell, man?"
Michael leaned on the counter. "I already told you, Ashton, I had nothing to do with this! I thought it was new software from the store or something, I don't know. When I opened the envelope, there was this note," he pulls out a folded sheet of paper. I take it from him and scan my eyes over it. It read: To the lawyer and the loser, nice work by the way, I know what you did.
I drop the note on the counter, disgusted. Michael continues.
"I didn't know what the disc was, so I popped it in. Once I saw what it was I took it out, I swear. I texted Luke to ask where Emery lived but I didn't tell him why. I didn't tell anyone, I promise."
I look at Michael with new eyes. Maybe this guy isn't as bad as I remember him. "Thanks, man."
Michael shrugs. "Who do you think it is?"
"Someone who knows what happened," I gesture to the note. Emery still hadn't come back. "I should go check on her."
Michael nods. "No problem. Here's my number," he write it down on a notepad sitting on the counter. "Text me if you find out anything. I don't like the looks of it."
Michael leaves, and I go back into the back to look for Emery. She's sitting on the foot of her bed, her eyes red. When I walk in she stands up.
"What are we going to do?" she asks, trying to hold back tears. "They out to get us." Her eyes widen, and she pushes past me, walking out of the room.
"Emery!" I hurry after her. "What are you talking about?"
She shakes her head. "Ivy said something to me, but I didn't believe her, I- I couldn't. But she was right, oh my God."
She grabs her phone and puts it up to her ear. While she waits she looks over at me, biting her lip. Her hair is still messy from bed, and my shirt barely hangs over her thighs. She rubs her hand over her eyes.
"Luke!" she turns away from me. "You don't happen to have Ivy's number, do you?"
I run my hands through my hair. I go back into the kitchen and take one last gulp of the black coffee I had made. Emery runs into the kitchen moments later.
"Come on," she pulls me after her, back toward her bedroom. "We're meeting Luke at a café two blocks over."
"Em, are you going to tell me what the hell's going on?"
Emery stops and faces me. "None of us told the police. One of us told someone else, and now I guess they have some vendetta against us. Why else would they film us while we-" Emery stops, flushing. I take her face in my hands and kiss her forehead gently.
"Breathe for a second, Em," I mumble, my forehead against hers. I should take my own advice, I can't imagine to what lengths these people would go, but I need to keep myself in line for Emery. I need to be stable for her. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"What are we going to do?' she asks again, and I don't have an answer for her.
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GUESS WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN.
i missed this story! i forgot how much fun it is to write.
poor emery, she cant ever catch a break.
dont forget to vote and COMMENT. I WANT TO KNOW YOUR INNER THOUGHTS AT THIS INSANITY.
anyway, i LUH YA CUTIES I LUH YA I LUH YA CUTIES.
this is dedicated to my two best friends, because honestly i swear we are stardust
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FanfictionAn old group of friends are reunited as they're being brought in for questioning by police for an event that happened six years ago. Which one of them couldn't keep the secret?
