Shy eventually showed up not long after and let herself into the house and Emerson's room.
"Talk" she instructed as she sat down on Emerson's bed
"I had one of my nightmares again"
"Oh Emerson"
"And it was that night"
"Come here" Shy wrapped her arms around Emerson and he limply hugged her back
"I don't want to see him again, ever"
"And you won't"
"I hope so"
"Let's put on a movie or something"
"I'm tired of movies"
"Then let's put on some music, I got some alcohol in my car and we can hang out"
"Okay"
"I'll be right back then"
Shy left and came back five minutes later with some bottles of alcohol, pjs and a card game. I smiled at her and left to go to the washroom and change into a different pair of pj pants, leaving my shirt off because it was warm in the house. When I came back Shy was sitting on my bed eating something, she looked up at me as I tossed my clothes into my basket and tried to whistle but failed as there was food in her mouth.
"I still can't believe you're single and you look like that" she mumbled around what I found out was a cracker.
"I can, I'm not most people taste"
"Bullshit, I've had at least three of my friends tell me that they'd totally be with you if it weren't for me"
"Whatever, whatcha got here?"
"Whisky, some beer, crown royal and I scooped some gin from Seb"
"We're gonna get in shit because of you"
"He wing even notice, he'll think he drank it, just tell him you don't know anything about it if he asks"
"Yeah cause that's gonna make him think he drank it"
"Oh well, live a little"
"What game do you have here?"
"Just sims cards, I found them in my car"
"Okay, you got cups?"
"No, I can grab some"
"Just give me a bottle"
Shy and I put on some music and I convinced her to let me do her makeup after a few hours of drinking, it wasn't half bad for a drunk man in his twenties.
"The fuck did you do to my face?" Shy slurred
"I made it beautiful, come back" I reached out from being wrapped in my blanket.
Shy came back over and sat across from me cris crossed.
"Okay, talking time!" She clapped her hands together
"Nope, sleepy time, it one in the morning"
"Exactly why it's time to talk. Spill your secrets, common"
"Nope"
"Commooooooon, there's gotta be something to talk about with Mr Sexy around"
"Please don't ever call him that again, Noah, his name is Noah"
"How do you know I'm not talking about one of your brothers? Huh? They're pretty hot themselves"
"Okay, I think you've had enough to drink, off to bed, let's go"
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Making Friends...
FanfictionEmerson doesn't have many friends or much of a life outside of the band with his brothers so his oldest brother Sebastian takes it upon himself to find him a new friend. Noah is the same age as Remington and is good friends with Sebastian, Sebastian...
