Louis' POV
After Emmy went into the bathroom, I looked around her room. Nothing had changed, quite honestly. Everything is exactly how I remember. I remember all the nights I would spent here, with my best friend. I was glancing around when my eyes stopped on a specific journal.
But not just any journal....Emmy's DIARY. A little peek won't hurt, right? I asked myself. I skimmed through the pages, the beginning was mostly about school and summer and such, but then they got more...serious.
"Dear diary,
I was with him again today. I wish I could tell him how I feel, but I'm just too scared. I'm scared I'll get rejected because I'm not pretty. All I have is wavy brown hair and blue eyes. I'm nothing special. He has eyes that look like the sea. You could drown staring in them. I know, because I have plenty of times. I hope I finally build up the courage to tell him, before it's too late.
-Emmy."
Now who could that be about? Surely it couldn't be me, could it?.. I skipped ahead, only reading small parts, until one specific entry caught my eye.
"Dear diary,
Why does this have to happen to me? Connor was so sweet in the beginning, then he turned into a monster. Why isn't he the sweet, loving, kind boyfriend he was in the beginning? Why does he continue to mentally and ph-"
Before I could finish reading, the bathroom doorknob wiggled, so I quickly closed the diary, putting it in it's previous spot and laying back on the bed. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked her.
She replied, "I don't know, I guess when tomorrow comes we'll think of something." I nodded. "So how are you?" I asked. We haven't had a normal conversation since she came to stay with us like this until tonight. She shrugged. "Okay, I guess. It was really boring without you. I had nothing to do. A lot has happened." She laughed nervously. "Like what?" I asked her. She immediately stopped laughing and tensed up. Why'd she do that?
"Oh, nothing really. Oh hey, you know I almost drowned at the river one time?" She said. My eyes widened. "You WHAT?!?" I yelled, pulling her in a hug. "Are you okay? Did you diieeee?" I asked, searching her head for any injuries. She laughed.
"Louis, of course I didn't die. I'm very much alive. It's not a big deal. I just slipped and fell and hit my head on a rock and I was bleeding but my dad was there to save me. I was showing him our spot." She explained how she got hurt like it was no big deal. "Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry I should have been there to save you!" I yelled, pulling her into another hug. She laughed and pulled away.
"Again, Louis it's fine. You have a life too! You couldn't be there for me every step of the day." She got quieter by the end of the sentence. "Well I should've been.." I mumbled. I can't believe Emmy could have died. If her dad wouldn't have been there, and she would have died, I honestly don't know what I'd do. I'd probably go insane.
I closed my eyes, trying to think about who she was talking about in the first entry I read. And the last one I read, who was Connor? And what was he doing so badly that Emmy called him a monster? A million thoughts swam in my mind. The first entry I read, she talked about not being pretty. How can she not think she's pretty? Emmy is beautiful. That entry couldn't be about me....could it?
I rubbed my eyes and closed them, taking a deep breath. I heard someone take a quiet, deep breath next to me, meaning Emmy had laid down. I opened my eyes and just stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. I heard Emmy talk beside me. "What're you thinking about, Lou?" She asked. I rolled over on my side to face her.
"A lot of things. I don't know, just overthinking I guess." I suppressed a small smile. She smiled and nodded. I turned back and stared at the ceiling again. I was about to say something again until I looked to my side, to see Emmy fast asleep. I smiled, seeing her with those sweatpants in that have the little animated baby giraffes on the left side of the pant leg. She has an obsession with giraffes also, which I find extremely random. I pulled the covers over her and climbed in next to her. "Goodnight, Em." I whispered, before falling fast asleep.
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"Look, Kathy. Just look at them. They're so cute. Remember when they were only 8 years old? Now look at them," I think I heard my mum say. I slowly opened my eyes, not facing my mom or Kathy, unstead, I was met with Emmy's sleeping face. I realized I had my arm around her waist, her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. We always slept like this. Even when we 8, we cuddled. It's hilarious, really. I smiled slightly and closed my eyes once again.
"I always thought they would end up together, you know? I always asked Emmy if she fancied him, but she would always dodge the question or just say no." I heard Kathy tell my mum, as her voice got quieter, they headed toward the door, I'm assuming. "I've been trying to tell her to go back out and find someone, but she said she doesn't want to get hurt. I'd hate to think it's because of-" I couldn't make out the rest of the sentence as they walked away. I just shrugged and fell back asleep.
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When I woke up once again, I was met with bright blue eyes staring right at me. "Ahhhh!" I yelled, and sprang up which caused my head to hit Emmy's. She groaned in pain. "Ouch," she mumbled, rubbing her forehead. I quickly sat up and examined her forehead. "Oh my god Emmy I'm so so so sorry I just-I was scared because I just woke up and you were staring at me with a smirk and it scared me and oh god I'm so-" I was cut off from my apology by Emmy putting her hand over my mouth. "Louis, calm down, it's okay. I just came up to tell you that mum made chocolate chip pancakes." She smiled. My eyes widened.
"CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES?!?! OH MY GOSH YESSSSS!" I screamed, jumping out of Emmy's bed and running downstairs. Once I got to the kitchen, I saw Kathy putting the last batch of pancakes on a plate. I ran up to her and hugged her. "Oh bless you, you wonderful, kind, chocolate chip pancake making woman!!!" I yelled, but not too loud. She laughed. "Well good morning to you too!" I smiled as grabbed 3, put them on a plate, and sat with Emmy at the table. After we got done eating, I checked the time. 12:00. An idea popped in my head. I turned to look at Emmy.
"Hey Emmy, wanna go to our 'place'?" I asked, smiling widely. She smiled, and I already knew the answer.
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"Louis! Wait up!" I'm heard Emmy yell behind me. I stopped running and turned around to face her. She caught up to me and we started walking again, until we finally made it. Our place. You're probably extremely confused. Well, when Emmy and I were around 14, we were walking a little farther away from the treehouse, and we came to find this little river, and two trees beside each other, with a little space in-between.
So Emmy and I brought a bunch of stuff from the house to make a little a little house type thing between the two trees. No one knows this place exists, not even our parents. It was sorta like our escape from the world. I remember one day I came here and saw Emmy. She was crying, and she was writing something. I never asked what was wrong, I thought she wanted to be alone.
