you,” he said and walked away.
She
stood there silent, watching his back until he disappeared. What the
actual fuck? She waited a long time, hearing a few groups move past
her, chatting, screaming, before she finally fell back into step.
Emily walked the rest of the way in a sort of numb haze, barely even
registering the scary things around her.
She
hated him all the more for that. He ruined something she waited all
year for.
Emily
made her way back to town, taking a small amount of pleasure in
slamming the kitchen door as hard as she could, no matter how
childish it was. She grabbed a leftover salad out of the refrigerator
and made her way to her room. Part of her wanted to storm upstairs
and give him a piece of her mind. But a bigger, smarter part realized
going to his room would be a bad idea. His room. With the king sized
bed. Yeah... no.
She
needed distance. She needed some time to get out of her sour mood and
get herself in a better mental and emotional state before the dance
later. It would be packed there. She wouldn't have to face him if she
didn't want to. And she definitely did not want to.
Even
if that kiss made her see through space and time for a moment.
Even
if her body was just begging for him to touch it.
She
showered an hour before the event started, taking a long time to get
her hair straight and sleek. It would be down for a change. She
painstakingly applied a light purple eyeshadow and perfect red
lipstick. Then she pulled the dress out. Red. Sequined. Strapless.
Floor-length. With a slit from the bottom all the way up to her hip.
It fit like a second skin and she had a moment to wish she had a
slightly more voluptuous frame for it to hang on as she pulled purple
bicep-high gloves up her arms.
Jessica
Rabbit.
She
had made it a point over the years to seek out costumes meant for
redheads. But she also always wanted the excuse to be sexy. So she
had gone with Ariel one year with her exposed belly and shell bra.
She had spent hours sewing greenery onto a leotard then slipped into
bright green tights and said leotard. Poison Ivy. Then there had been
a sequined corset, striped silk shorts, fishnets, a hat, and bright
pink rouge. Magenta from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
But
this was the year. The year she finally decided to say screw it and
dress as sexy Jessica Rabbit... despite her straight up-and-down
thinness.
And
she was so excited about it.
Until
James Michaels stormed into her life.
Emily
sighed, shaking her head. She was going to have a good time no matter
what. She stepped into her heels and moved toward the mirror to touch
up her lipstick. And that's when she saw them. Right on the spot
where neck met shoulder. Two small red and purple spots that were,
unmistakably, hickeys.
That
asshole.
She
stormed into the kitchen, making Meggie, dressed as a fifties girl
complete with a black and white striped shirt tucked into a pink
poodle skirt with a matching pink ribbon tied to her neck, drop the
corn muffin she was eating. “Wow,” she said, brushing
crumbs off of the counter. “I mean... wow. You look great.”
She watched Emily storm to the refrigerator and dig in the freezer.
“What's the matter?”
“I
need ice,” she said, grabbing a cube and holding it to her
neck.
“Why
what happened?” she asked, raising an eyebrow when Emily
refused to answer, just stared awkwardly at the mary janes on
Meggie's feet. Meggie moved closer, reaching for Emily's neck. “What
are you hidin... oh,” Meggie said, the sound coming out airy.
And then a giggle, light and girlish, escaped Meggie's lips and
before they knew it, they were both laughing hysterically, Emily
still holding the ice to her neck. “So you got lucky with Mr.
Boss Man, huh?”
“More
like he accosted me in the maze of death.”
“Oh
you loved it, admit it. That man is yummy.”
“He's
an arrogant, egomaniac...”
“Someone
must be talking about me,” James' voice came from behind them,
sounding a little different
She
stood there silent, watching his back until he disappeared. What the
actual fuck? She waited a long time, hearing a few groups move past
her, chatting, screaming, before she finally fell back into step.
Emily walked the rest of the way in a sort of numb haze, barely even
registering the scary things around her.
She
hated him all the more for that. He ruined something she waited all
year for.
Emily
made her way back to town, taking a small amount of pleasure in
slamming the kitchen door as hard as she could, no matter how
childish it was. She grabbed a leftover salad out of the refrigerator
and made her way to her room. Part of her wanted to storm upstairs
and give him a piece of her mind. But a bigger, smarter part realized
going to his room would be a bad idea. His room. With the king sized
bed. Yeah... no.
She
needed distance. She needed some time to get out of her sour mood and
get herself in a better mental and emotional state before the dance
later. It would be packed there. She wouldn't have to face him if she
didn't want to. And she definitely did not want to.
Even
if that kiss made her see through space and time for a moment.
Even
if her body was just begging for him to touch it.
She
showered an hour before the event started, taking a long time to get
her hair straight and sleek. It would be down for a change. She
painstakingly applied a light purple eyeshadow and perfect red
lipstick. Then she pulled the dress out. Red. Sequined. Strapless.
Floor-length. With a slit from the bottom all the way up to her hip.
It fit like a second skin and she had a moment to wish she had a
slightly more voluptuous frame for it to hang on as she pulled purple
bicep-high gloves up her arms.
Jessica
Rabbit.
She
had made it a point over the years to seek out costumes meant for
redheads. But she also always wanted the excuse to be sexy. So she
had gone with Ariel one year with her exposed belly and shell bra.
She had spent hours sewing greenery onto a leotard then slipped into
bright green tights and said leotard. Poison Ivy. Then there had been
a sequined corset, striped silk shorts, fishnets, a hat, and bright
pink rouge. Magenta from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
But
this was the year. The year she finally decided to say screw it and
dress as sexy Jessica Rabbit... despite her straight up-and-down
thinness.
And
she was so excited about it.
Until
James Michaels stormed into her life.
Emily
sighed, shaking her head. She was going to have a good time no matter
what. She stepped into her heels and moved toward the mirror to touch
up her lipstick. And that's when she saw them. Right on the spot
where neck met shoulder. Two small red and purple spots that were,
unmistakably, hickeys.
That
asshole.
She
stormed into the kitchen, making Meggie, dressed as a fifties girl
complete with a black and white striped shirt tucked into a pink
poodle skirt with a matching pink ribbon tied to her neck, drop the
corn muffin she was eating. “Wow,” she said, brushing
crumbs off of the counter. “I mean... wow. You look great.”
She watched Emily storm to the refrigerator and dig in the freezer.
“What's the matter?”
“I
need ice,” she said, grabbing a cube and holding it to her
neck.
“Why
what happened?” she asked, raising an eyebrow when Emily
refused to answer, just stared awkwardly at the mary janes on
Meggie's feet. Meggie moved closer, reaching for Emily's neck. “What
are you hidin... oh,” Meggie said, the sound coming out airy.
And then a giggle, light and girlish, escaped Meggie's lips and
before they knew it, they were both laughing hysterically, Emily
still holding the ice to her neck. “So you got lucky with Mr.
Boss Man, huh?”
“More
like he accosted me in the maze of death.”
“Oh
you loved it, admit it. That man is yummy.”
“He's
an arrogant, egomaniac...”
“Someone
must be talking about me,” James' voice came from behind them,
sounding a little different
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