And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 13

Emma's POV-

I was simply sitting down in my bedroom, on top of my bed, listening to Panic at the Disco, and trying to block out the rest of the world. Only an hour ago had it finally hit me that I wouldn't see Mikey in an entire year.

Throwing away the last tissue from the tissue box that I had just used to wipe away my sorrow, I straightened my back, and shook my head.

'Keep it together, Emma.' I told myself, shutting my eyelids for a second before reopening them to notice my iPhone turn on on its own. It was a notification from Snapchat stating:

"Will_781 would like to be your friend"

Emily's POV-

I had just finished the last of my clothes folding as I placed a stack of sweatpants in the back corner of the Surf Shop. Letting out a content sigh, I slowly trudged my way back to the front of store, walking past Seamus as he was hanging up the last of the restock on "beach" jewelery.

As I was making my way around the corner of the cashier's desk, I couldn't help but look out the window, and notice the sun begin to set from miles and miles away. It casted a memorable glow that coated the horizon with a light peach color, blending in with a pale orange and transferring into a majestic blue.

I was mesmerized by the beauty until out of the corner of my eye, I saw some straight object poking out from the side of the window. And with me and my OCD, in which I probably don't really have, I weaved my way past boxes and made my way towards the window.

This seemed to have caught Seamus' attention for a couple seconds after I had reached the window panel, the slightly taller male was on my right, examining the misplaced object.

"The rope detached," he murmured, his hand reaching up for his forehead as he slightly began to masage it.

"Huh? How?" I question, obviously interested in the decoration mishap.

"The wind must've blown it off, here, I'll fix it," He simply stated, extending his arm and reaching out to opening the window frame.

But before he could continue any further, I intercepted, "No, no! I got this! You go do your unpacking, let me do something helpful for once."

And with that, I shooed off the guy, and carefully opened the window. Immediately, I was taken aback by the smell of salt water and a gust of the ocean's breeze. For a second, my eyelids shut, but immediately flickered open when I remembered I had a task at hand.

Poking my head out of the window to examine the fallen rope to my left, I had mearly forgotten how much of an idiot I was to have gotten myself in this. For one thing, the surf shop was elevated and on the top of a staircase which led downward to another store, and two; I could barely reach the dang on sign in which the rope was orgininally connected to.

"Oh Lord," I mutter underneath my breath, as I inhale deeply, and release it after a few seconds.

You've got this Em, don't screw this up with Seamus right behind your back.

My eyes widened immediately at the thought of how I could easily embarress myself completely as a result to this incident, and yet that was exactly when I placed half of my body outside of the window, and into the open atmosphere. Sticking my right arm out, I twisted my body to face the rope, and grabbed a hold of it.

"Okay. Now I just- Wait," And that there was when I had my first embarressing moment of 'Project fix the Rope'. With a straight face, I simply stood there, blinking like an idiot as I let it sink in that I was no where near prepared for this. And with that, slowly, I slid back into the shop.