But She Didn't- Ch 2

"You what!" The plate Lera had been holding dropped and shattered into a million little pieces. It almost seemed as if she had thrown it down.

Jade, Sam, and Lera were standing there, mouths gaping open, eyes wide, shocked.

Emma made a list in her mind of the emotions she saw flashing across her sisters faces: shock, disapproval, amusment, disappointment, anger, confusion, laughter was even seen dancing in Jade's eyes.

"I...slept with Caon." Emma said slowly, rounding the island in the kitchen so that it was her on one side and her sisters on the other-resembling what her life felt like half the time.

"Emma. He tried to sleep with your best friend." Jade countered.

Celina, their mother-who had no doubt heard everything-came strolling around the corner and waltz into the kitchen, reading a book. "Don't forget that he tried to seduce each of the females in this room, including myself."

"Mother!" Emma stamped her foot. "I got laid! Is it really that bad? I mean, it's not like it's never happened to any of us before!"

"Dude, chill out." Celina said, dog-earring her page and putting the book on the island. "All of us have done that, yes, but it just makes more reason for you not to."

"I fail to see the logic there." Emma twirled a piece of hair between her fingers. Jade-still with a stunned look on her face-started to clean up the shards from the plate Lera had dropped. Lera turned back to the dishes, and Sam busied herself cleaning. All the sisters knew when an Emma-Celina moment was coming. And when that moment came, there was no telling if it would end in crying, laughter, awkward silence or broken dishes.

"Emmie, listen to me, we don't want what has happened to us to happen to you." Celina walked towards Emma, trying to take her hands but Emma pulled away.

"I've been screwed over-literally and figurativly-in relationships before, Mom. So have you, Sam, Jade, and Lera. And I'm not even the youngest! Why do you want to look after me so bad!" Emma walked to the fridge, opened it, slammed it shut, paced.

"You're like, the innocent one, sis." Lera said, putting a hand on Emma's shoulder. Emma shrugged it off and scoffed.

"Yeah, okay." Emma said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Love, just be careful, okay?" Celina took Emma's hands and kissed her on the cheek. Celina and Emma had always been the closest of the group, acting more like friends than mother-daughter. 

"Yeah, yeah." Emma rolled her eyes and shuffled out of the kitchen up to her room.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Step. Step. Step. Taptaptap. Taptap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"There is no way in hell you are going to get me out of this bed!" Emma screamed into her pillow for the millionth time in the past hour.

"Hey, Emma, chill out." His voice.

His. Voice.

She groaned, rolled over, and sat up. "Why are you here, Caon?"

"What are you doing laying in bed all day?"

Emma decided to lie. "I feel sick."

"Oh. Well I came by to see how you are. I mean, like, Jade called me and told me that you wouldn't come out of your room. I guess she figured that I could get you out of here."

"They all still home?"

"Nope, only us now..." He grinned, tossing his hair out of his eyes.

"I'm not going to have sex with you." Emma got out of bed and changed into a pair of jeans, keeping on her baggy t-shirt. She combed her hair.

"Whoa, slow down there missy, you have to buy me dinner first!" He joked.

"I know you were implying that you wanted to bang, Caon. The answer is no. Not here, not now."

"Then maybe at my place later?" He was joking, but only half. He did partially mean it; Emma could see that in his eyes.

"Ha, we'll see." She walked up to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, giving her a deep kiss. She smiled in spite of herself and kissed him back.

She shouldn't be kissing him. She shouldn't be about to go out somewhere with him.

But she was.

He slid his hand up her back but she slapped it away, grinning. She turned and walked out of her room, leaving him to follow her out the door. She slipped on her shoes in the front muddroom, then walked right out of the house. He continued to follow her.

He followed her all the way to his car, where she slid into the passenger side. It was Saturday afternoon, they had nothing to do.

"Where to, princess?" He asked, smiling as he fired up the car's engine.

"Anywhere. Nowhere. Somewhere. I don't care." She smiled at him. She just wanted to escape, get away for a while.

 

~~~

 

Hand in hand, Emma and Caon emerged from the movie theater. It was raining, and that fact alone was bringing Emma's mood spiraling down, but she kept smiling. They walked into an alley and he picked her up, spinning her. They laughed and she leaned her face down to his.

"Emma." he smiled as he said her name.

She felt like knives were tracing pictures on her back. "Mhm?"

"I love you." Those words, those three words, from his mouth meant nothing.

To keep herself from saying those words back, she just kissed him. Greedily he kissed her back. Cars honked, wanting them out of the street. They jogged over to the sidewalk and he leaned her against the building, kissing her again.

"Emma Marie."

Emma detached her mouth from Caon's and looked for the voice. She spotted a shadow of someone near the streetlamp. When the person walked forward, she saw that it was Celina.

"Hi, mother. Um...what are you doing here?" Emma was still leaned against the building with Caon's arms around her waist.

"Just went shopping." Celina replied. That was when Emma noticed the shopping bags that were hanging over her mother.

"Oh. Well. Yeah." Emma looked down at her worn black converse, which were poking the toes of Caon's shoes. She rubbed the worn oe of her right shoe against the pavement.

"Hey," Celina put a hand on her daughter's arm and looked at her seriously. "Use protection."

"Mother!" Emma exclaimed, cheeks growing red as Caon started laughing.

"Don't worry, ma'am, we will." Caon reassured.

"Not." Emma said-half jokingly-under her breath, covering it with a cough.

Celina eyed Emma. "I mean it." She gave a short laugh and walked away.

"Well, where were we?" Caon asked playfully. Emma shoved him away.

"Dude, I have to get going."

"But we just saw--"

"I know. Just..."

"Do you not want..."

"It's not that, it's just--"

"No, it's okay, really--"

"Listen, I--"

"No, no. It's--"

"Why don't you ever--"

And yet another fight between them began. They always cut each other off when they were fighting, never able to get a solid point through.

"I do! You never--"

"Just because I don't want to bang every night--"

"You don't want me you probably want that--"

"I do want you! I do not want anyone--"

"Yeah, you say that but--"

"No! I mean what I--"

"You never do. You're always so highly--"

"Caon! Just listen for--"

"I'll see you later."

"Caon!"

He walked away, leaving her standing in the rain, pissed off and high-strung. She threw her arms up in the air, spun around as if to say 'am I the only one who thinks he's lost it?', then shoved her hands into his jacket pockets, the jacket that he had lent her to wear since it was raining.

She walked all the way home, and when she walked in the smell of chicken and corn flew at her. She kicked off her muddy shoes, then stomped up to her room, leaving a trail of water droplets behind her. She should have stayed downstairs.

She should have talked it out with her sisters.

She should have called him and tried to work things out.

But she didn't. She just stomped up to her room, slamming and locking the door, and sat unhappily in her room. She got bored quite fast. None of her music suited her mood. She didn't want to read. She didn't want to write in her journal. She didn't want to do anything besides...nothing.

"Hey, love, open up! I've got chocolate and a copy of Jane Eyre!" Jade's voice came through Emma's door. Even though she was feeling reclusive, she was glad for the distraction. 

Emma smiled weakly and let her sister in. They watched Jane Eyre and ate chocolate all night. Emma should have let her thoughts slip away, should have enjoyed her time with her sister, should have meant those laughs that she gave.

But she didn't.

Author's Note

Not my best, not thinking it's that good. Think I should rewrite?? **Please Review!!**

Reviews

[halflives]

Ending with "but she didn't" made me scream. Loved it~

I believe in the upper bit it's figuratively, not figurtivly. Other than that, I couldn't see any mistakes. However, I do have to agree with Daydreamer54 that her relationship with her mother is a bit too friendly. Yeah, if I told my mom that I was in high school and I got laid -- which I don't plan to -- then she would most likely kill me. And I have the best relationship possible with my mom.

Therefore, her mom seems a bit too relaxed with the whole situation. Make her a bit more normal, for lack of a better term, shall we?

Otherwise, well done! I loved it. Well done. Reading on, for definitely.

[Daydreamer54]

Her relationship with her mom is too friendly. If i was her, there woas no way it would tell my mom I slept with my boyfriend. Also, if he did try to sleep wih her sisters and her mom, he's a real man-w***e. which i think proves that if sex is all he wants from Emma.

[Liz Payeur]

I like the dialogue and the whole basis of the chapter but it feels empty; like it's missing a lot.

[Julie Beth]

i don't think you should its good the way it is :)