My Most Beautiful Artifact {Discontinued}

Chapter Seven

"This is me." Emerson told Balthazar, gesturing to her apartment. "Thank you for walking me home." She added turning fully to him. "My pleasure. Now have a good night darling, I have to go now." Balthazar said before he kissed the top of Emerson's hand. Emerson blushed and looked down at her feet. "How can I see you again?" Emerson asked suddenly. "Well if I can get your number, I would let you know." Balthazar told her. "Alright, give me your wrist." Emerson said, pulling out a pen. Emerson wrote her number done on his wrist. "And here's your jacket back." Emerson told him, handing him his jacket.

Emerson plopped down on her bed and sighed. She remembers the scent of his blazer, the scent of him. Balthazar smelled so good and it had a hint of alcohol. His scent felt like a drug to her, she wants more and more, to be around Balthazar much more, but it's so wrong. Balthazar is an enemy to her friends and she barely knows him. Also, Balthazar is a damn angel, an actual angel!

Running a hand through her hair short hair, Emerson got up off her bed to try to cook something up for the boys. She didn't know when they were coming so she just cooked. It was really late to be doing that but she couldn't sleep after what happened with Balthazar.

Emerson put her headphones on and started to burst music through them. She played her favorite song Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic! At The Disco.

~•~
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda' seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don't think I'll ever get enough (don't think I'll ever get enough)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
It's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright
It's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
What are these footprints?
They don't look very human like
Now I wish that I could find my clothes
Bedsheets and a morning rose
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
How did we end up in my neighbors pool
Upside down with a perfect view?
Bar to bar at the speed of sound
Fancy feet dancing through this town
Lost my mind in a wedding gown
Don't think I'll ever get it now
(Don't think I'll ever get it now)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I usually don't fall when I try to stand
I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt
But I make these high heels work
I've told you time and time again
I'm not as think as you drunk I am
And we all fell down when the sun came up
I think we've had enough
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
~•~

Soon getting distracted by putting it the song on replay, she trips and falls on the floor. "Dammit." Emerson groaned, getting up.

Her lights start to flicker as she started to like at herself. Emerson looks at her elbows, only a cut on the left one. As the lights flicker more and more, her cut disappears. "What the hell.".