[Collab with Christine the tennis star; @thecuriousbeeper. ♥]

Emma,
Saturday.

Tom had already left for work when I got home from Noah’s, so I didn’t have to worry about another argument for a few more hours. 

When he finally did come home, three hours late, he was surprised to see me. 

“Late night?” He asked.

“Yes, I was with a friend.”

“Ok.” He laughed. “We both know that you don’t have any friends. Besides your brother that is.”

“Right Tom, because you know everything about me.”

“You know Emma-”

“I met someone.” I blurted out.

“What?”

“The other day, I met someone. I dropped my keys, he picked them up, and then we started talking. And nothing happened, but something could have. But it didn’t because I love you, but lately I’m just not sure if that means anything anymore.”

He didn’t reply.

“What happened to you?” I asked him.

He just sat there, still silent.

“So now you won’t even talk to me? I don’t know what is making you act like such an ass, but I /cannot/ keep living like this.” I cried.

Then I grabbed my bag and left.

[THIRTY MINUTES LATER]

"Come on." I sighed after the phone rang for the third time. 

"Hello?" Lena answered. 

"Lena, it's Emma. This might sound really random, but I didn't know who else to call." I told her, wiping my eyes. 

"Don't worry about it, what's wrong?" 

"I need to talk to somebody, can you meet me somewhere?" I asked her. 

"Of course, where at?" 

"I'll text you the address. Thanks."

I typed in the address of the apartment my dad uses when he’s working late, and the code for the building, and then sent it to her.

"Emma?" She called out, entering the apartment. 

"In here." I replied and she followed my voice until she was standing in the living room. 

"What happened?" She asked, sitting down next to me on the couch.

"Before I tell you, you have to promise not to judge." I cried. 

"What did you do?" She asked. 

"Just promise." 

"Fine, I promise." 

I took a deep breath, "Tom's been working a lot lately, so I went to Remy's last night, but only Kat was there. 

I guess she was upset about something too, and we started drinking. Well the other day I met this guy named Noah, and we talked then he told me that I should come by the bar he worked at. Well Kat ran out of booze, so I suggested we go to the bar. We got drunk, Kat left, and this morning I woke up and I was at Noah's."

She widened her eyes slightly. "Did you do anything with him, Emma?"

"He said no." 

"He said?" 

"Yes. I don't exactly remember what happened, but I trust him."

You trust him but you just met him?" I questioned. 

"Yes." 

"Well do you want to see him again?"

"Umm, about that." I grabbed some hair, looking at the ends. 

"Oh God, is he here now?" She looked around. 

"No, but we are going out to lunch in a few days." 

"Like on a date?" 

"No, not at all. It's just a friend, taking another friend out to lunch to say thank you for not taking advantage of me while I was wasted."

"What about Tom?" She asked me, adjusting herself on the couch.

"What about him? We're just going out to lunch; that's it."

"Alright, whatever you say." She bit back a smirk.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, "So how's Reid?"

"Reid is just fabulous, thank you for asking." She chuckled. "How's life not working?"

"I have no idea what you mean, being a housewife is very hard work." I smirked.

"I'm sure the lunches with mother are very tiresome." She joked with a laugh.

"Oh please, like I answer the phone when she calls." I laughed.

"You don't like her?"

"It's not that I don't like her, I just don't... care for her. It's like the porn on your husband's laptop; you know it's there, but you just choose not to acknowledge it." I smirked.

She laughed and nodded. "Fair enough. What about your dad?" 

"The way I just described my mother, that's what I am to my father. He already had his son, so he didn't need me." 

"I doubt that's true, Emma." She said to me sincerely.

"Well then, you haven't met my father." I laughed. 

"Well hey, at least you know who he is."

"You don't know who your father is?" I asked. 

She shook her head. "I was adopted as soon as I was born. My birth mom was still in high school at the time and apparently my dad wasn't in the picture."

"Have you ever met your birth mother?" 

"No, I don't really want to." She shrugged.

"Don't you ever wonder if you have any brothers or sisters, though?" I asked, thinking about Spencer. 

She bit her lip. "I guess I never really thought about that..."

"But then again, maybe it's better not to know." I shrugged. 

"I kind of pushed it to the back of mind all these years but for some reason I've been thinking about it again." 

"Maybe there's a reason." I raised a brow.

"Yeah, I'm still trying to figure that out." She laughed.

"Well when you do, if you need someone to play detective with you I'm there." I winked. 

"You'll definitely be the first person I call." She smirked.

"Why thank you. And when I finally leave Tom, you'll be the first person I call to go drink with." I smiled. 

"Oh shut up, you don't mean that." 

"I know, I was just kidding."

"Do you honestly want to leave Tom though?" 

"No." I sighed, "I don't know." 

"You don't know?" "

That's what I said. Things have just been so... hard." 

"Maybe you should give him an ultimatum," She suggested. "Get it together or you're gone." 

"And then do what? Go back to my parents? No thank you." 

"You can stay with me." I smirked. "Or hey maybe that 'friend' of yours." 

"Maybe, his apartment was sure as hell big enough." 

"I thought you said he was a bartender." 

"That's what I thought, too. Turns out he owns the place."

"Damn. Free drinks for you then." She smiled. 

"Please, like I pay for my own drinks.” I smirked. I checked the time and it was already four in the morning. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Me neither. I guess you won’t be going back to Tom?” She smirked.

“Not tonight at least. I should probably get some sleep. You can stay here tonight, if you want.”

“Why not, it’s already four.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you got some crazy shit going on.” She laughed.

“Tell me about it. But thanks for coming over.”

“Any time."
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