Unexpected

Chapter 9

I turn up the music when Emery tries to speak, again. 

“Ce-” I turn the radio even higher, Emery’s voice barely even heard. The dubstep bass pounding in my dad’s speakers. I swear they’re going to brake but if Emery stays quiet it wouldn’t be a problem. I gasp when Emery swats my hand away and shuts the radio off. “you’re going to break the damn speakers,” Emery snaps. I roll my eyes and cross my hands over my chest, looking out the window of my dad’s truck. “Cedes it was a dare but I personally didn’t send it,” my ears perk up. “it was an ex-girlfriend. The dare was from another friend, I started writing it, but I never finished it. I couldn’t. My ex-girlfriend thought it would be funny to actually send it herself, write lies, but Cedes I swear I never sent it. When I found out she sent it, it was already too late to call you up and explain,” Emery explains with a sigh. “I knew the damage was already done. Cedes what I’m trying to explain is I didn’t send that hate letter and I never would,” Emery says. 

“Still doesn’t explain why you never called me or called back,” I mumble. 

Emery takes a sharp exhale. “When you started calling I honestly was busy with hockey, baseball, and other sports but when my dad passed I purposely dodged your calls,” hot tears dance in my eyes, I knew he always dodged my calls but it still hurts hearing it. “because talking to you always brought up memories of my dad. When we always went to the swimming pool every Sunday or how my dad always played tag football with us. Just hearing your voice brings back so many memories. I just wasn’t ready for the reality to hit me that I was never seeing my dad again.” I snap my head over to Emery. He looks at me then back at the road. 

“It hurt me too,” I whisper. Emery pulls into my driveway, pulls the keys out of the ignition, and gets out of the car. I hop out of the truck, slam the door shut, and chase after Emery. Before he can open the door, I grab him in a big hug. 

I’m always a sucker for Emery, I guess it will never change. 

Emery hunches down and hugs me back. His usual smell of citrus hitting my nose, I breathe in and smile to myself. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest. It felt weird him being so much taller than I and muscular. When we use to hug as kids I would always be the one hunching down his height and wrapping my arms around his boney waist. It felt different. A good different. 

“Is this an ‘Emery I forgive you’?” he asks, I chuckle, and bring my head up then nod. “good because I have something for you.” I lift an eyebrow, he smiles, and my stomach does flips. That smile. Oh god I’ve missed that smile. 

“So is it like a present?” I whine as we start walking up the stairs of my house. 

“Cedes?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Just wait,” he chuckles. I sigh but stop bugging and walk in his room. I take a look around the place, he really did clean up the room. This once boring guest room is tighty and homey. Next to the bed is a small dresser with a lamp, remote, and an ipod on the dresser. There was a TV across from the bed, the TV was on a big entrainment center with a TV box on one shelf and movies on all the other two shelves. There was a small dresser with clothes coming out of the drawers in a corner of the room. There were a couple magazines on the bed along with a laptop. “done gawking?” I jump at Emery’s voice and blink. 

“Sorry,” I murmur then jump on the bed. I sigh, the bed really was comfortable. “alright what is it?” I harass. Emery shakes his head and walks over to a suitcase on the floor. He zips it open and takes out a bag, he stands up, and hands me it. I lift an eyebrow, he rolls his eyes.