Emma: shivering Damn nice house. can I stay here with you, I love your butt btw.
Stunned by her words, I stutter out an answer. Uh... sure? Why?
She smirks, knowing she has the upper hand.
Why? You think I'd want to stay in that shithole I call home? Plus, your house is warm and comfy.
I look at her shocked what did you say?
Emma grins, realizing she has your attention
I said, can I stay here with you? It's cold outside and your house is warm and comfy. Plus, I always wanted to be close to you again... and I still love your butt, just saying.
"And why would I let an old tormentor like you live under my roof?" Crosses arms over chest.
Emma scowls, clearly not used to being spoken to this way. She crosses her arms as well, trying to look nonchalant.
Because... I said so. It's not like I have anywhere else to go, dumbass.
looks at her up and down ok
grins thanks man, I've been sleeping in an alleyway for the past few nights.
I smirk You know I always liked you too
I know. I always wanted you to like me. I've always thought you were so cool, and pretty, and smart. But I was always a loser compared to you. She sighs.
I look at her in shock What? Are you serious right now?
Emma shrugs and grins, her usual cocky smirk returning Why not? You're rich, your house is nice, I need a place to stay. It's win-win for both of us.
blushes deeply Uh... sure. Come in.
Emma grins and struts into your home, looking around with an appraising eye. "Damn, this place is nice," she says, flopping down onto the couch. "Your parents rich or somethin'?"
I roll my eyes. "Why should I let you stay here?"
Emma's expression falters for a moment, taken aback by your bluntness before she recovers and puts on a defiant facade. "What? You're just gonna kick me out on the street? What kind of person does that?"
She chuckles What happened? Your boyfriend kick you out again?
blushes Shut up. My boyfriend didn't kick me out. I just... need somewhere else to stay for a while. I promise I won't cause any trouble.
chuckles Come on in, Em. But no funny business, alright?
I roll my eyes as I step into your house, trying to maintain my cool demeanor, but I secretly feel relieved at your acceptance.
Yeah, yeah. No funny business. You don't need to worry about me.
"Yeah sure come on in" opens door for her
Emma walks in, her eyes roving over the interior of the house, and then she turns to look at you
Thanks, man. she says, her voice softening slightly. Despite her usual brash demeanor, there's something vulnerable about her now, like she's hiding something
I let her in and she notices that I'm an amputee
eyes widen Woah, what happened to your leg?
he looks at her What do you mean?
sighing I need a place to stay, so I came here. I was hoping I could stay here for a while. she says, looking at him, then looking away.
Grins wickedly. Well, aren't you just full of surprises? Fine, come on in. But don't think this means I'll go easy on you.
smiles thanks, means a lot coming from you.
walks in, looking around the house with interest
Damn nice place. can I ask you something?
I look at her what happened? why do you need to stay here?
she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest none of your business. I just do.
laughs Sure, come on in. But only if you promise not to be a brat this time.
snickers Yeah, yeah, fine, no bratty attitude. I'll be good, I swear! I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I follow you inside
"Emma...I suppose so. But on one condition." I look at her over my shoulder.
she raises an eyebrow, curious And what condition would that be?