Forget-me-nots and Second thoughts.

This is the second part of my portfolio. it centres around the same two characters, but it can be read as a standalone. No specific warnings for this one, except swearing.

       “Hello Emily. Remember me?”

        Emily looked up from the chocolate fudge brownie dessert on her plate at the sound of the voice. That voice. She’d know it anywhere.

       “Holy, s**t.” Emily blinked, mouth going dry. “Chris.”

       “Hi.”

       “Christ.” Emily couldn’t seem to form an appropriate greeting; much less a sentence. There really was nothing quite like getting this kind of blast from the past. “I…uh, hi.” she managed out and found herself on the receiving end of one of his laughs. The one where he threw his head back. The jovial, shoulder shaking, belly laugh that he reserved for her. That he had reserved for her. Before.

       “How are you?” The laughter was still shining in his eyes; slightly crinkled at the corners as the last of it slowly faded from his lips.

        Emily’s manager and agent were staring at her; eyebrows raised, she knew he was one sentence away from them calling over security. She had no idea what to say. Because all of the “I’m sorry’s” and “I didn’t mean it’s” and “If I could change it, I would’s” didn’t really cover it. Besides; after ten years, it was hardly the kind of answer he would expecting.

       “I’m, uh, I’m good,” Emily dabbed her mouth with the napkin and cleared her throat, ignoring the looks she was getting from the others, instead choosing to gaze up at Chris, still punch drunk on memories. “How are you?” She knew what she sounded like. She knew she had reverted back to a 7^th grader, stumbling around a sentence standing with her back against a locker as she tired to be cool.

      “I’m great thanks, I just thought I’d come over and say hi. It’s been a while.” and his smile was back. The smile that apparently she was the only one who could ever see. That smile that was all perfectly pearly white, slightly crooked teeth. Emily managed a smile back, but nothing more. Reduced to a mess of simple sentences and one syllable words by Chris Harvard, the class geek.

      “Yeah, Yeah it has.”

      “You’ve done well for yourself.” There was something in his voice when he said it; something that pulled in her, something that intrigued her.

      “Thanks.”

      “I always knew you would do it, you know.” Chris gave her a half smile and Emily looked at the other women.

      “Excuse us.” Emily stood up, wanting to get away from the prying eyes and the whispers hidden behind hands, the knowing looks and the people frantically looking for their phones to text friends, update status‘, inform gossip blogs. “Fancy a drink?” she looked at Chris, waiting for him to tell her no, to tell her that he had a life to get back to, to tell her he’d rather not spend time with her when she could barely formulate a sentence without going bright red or stuttering.

     “Yeah, sure.”

     Emily gave a nod to the two security men she headed into the bar area, only pausing twice to sign autographs .

     “What, no black converse?” Emily looked down at the ground, quirking her brow at Chris.

     “You remembered.”

     “Emilys never forget.”

Author's Note

The layout is terrible, i know that and there may be some grammar issues; but that's not really what i would like you to focus on. I would like feedback on content, character and how i can improve the plot/any other area you feel needs work. Please and thank you.