First (James Yammouni)

Chapter six.

Emma is played by Oleysia Rulin (but with longer & darker hair)

Idk about you but I think she's gorgeous.

It was so hard to find who I wanted to be Emma because I found it almost impossible to actually put my imaginations creation to life and idk it's just weird.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I reached for the bottle of Advil on my bed night stand and quickly dry swallowed two of the tablets. I don't know why but recently I've been plagued with these terrible headaches. I think it's from the stress of everything I've been dealing with but I haven't seen anybody about it so I'm not sure.

I got up and changed out of my clothes from the day before that I had accidentally fallen asleep in. I put on a pair of black cotton shorts and a white t shirt. I let my hair loose from its ponytail, ignoring the fact that it was a complete mess of tangles and unkept curls.

I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, pouring myself a hot cup of coffee and hoping this headache will cease. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat on the counter, thinking I was alone.

Just then James walked into the kitchen with an unfamiliar friend of his. He was heavily built, but a good deal shorter than James, he had brown hair that was styled up in the front and from here I could see that his eyes looked green in color. He was wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. His lack of a shirt made the tattoos that adorned his arms and chest very visible, and I couldn't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" He asked, sending me a bright smile. Right away i noticed that his accent was similar to James's accent, and i instantly knew he was Australian.

"Sorry" I said, feeling myself beginning to blush.

"No worries" he said, heading towards the fridge "I get stares all the time"

"I just wanted to see what your tattoos were" I answered, letting him know that I wasn't checking him out.

He stepped closer to me with a playful smile on his face. He turned around and showed me a tattoo that was on his back. A cross with wings coming out of it.

"I like this one" I said, running my fingers over the inked skin. He spun around and continued to show me the rest of his tattoos, explaining why he got them and what they represent.

"What about these?" I asked, running my pointer finger over the jellybeans that covered his knuckles.

"Oh" he said, laughing "I just got those because I like jelly beans, I guess"

"They're stupid" James piped up from across the kitchen.

"No they're not" I defended "I think they're cute"

"Yeah" said his friend "she thinks they're cute"

"Shut up, skip" James said, referring to the random boy who was standing shirtless in front of me while I basically fondled his tattoos.

"You know, I never got your name, love"

"Emma" I said "my names Emma"

"Emma" he repeated "a beautiful name for a beautiful girl"

I blushed at his compliment and he kissed my hand in a gentlemanly manner. From across the room I could hear James make a sound of disgust and he rolled his eyes.

"Back off, skip, she's only sixteen"

"Hey don't get mad at me" skip defended, a playful tone was evident in his voice "just because you can't get any"