Unexpected

Chapter 2.

Its like three years ago all over again. Three years ago Clayton had passed, Jess’ husband and Emery’s dad. I remember my mom was up all night on the phone with Jess, crying with each other. Clayton was a funny and a very sweet man. 8 years ago when they all lived down here, Clayton would always play jokes with Emery and I, wondering if we were ever going to get married when older. My parents and Emery’s parents thought it would be cool if their only children would marry each other, especially cool because they were all friends back in high school. Emery and I would always make faces at each other than go back to playing tackle football or play in the sand box. I guess you could say I was never the most girlish person when I was little. Because in all honestly I wasn’t. 

8 years ago when I was 8 and Emery was 9 I got hit with bad news. They were moving 1,000 miles away. No more sleepovers and no more tackle football. No more Emery. Period.

I was really down for the rest of the year, I was looking forward to go into the high school with Emery. We would be playing all kind of sports with each other, best friends, and Emery would be there for me. 

Ha, look at how that turned out. 

Never once did we ever talk to each other after he moved. Never. I’d always ask Jess if I could talk to him but he’d either be busy with sports or hanging with friends. Forgetting about me. 

I perk up in my bed when I hear tires squeal in my driveway. Dad’s home with Emery. That’s when I start wondering if Emery is still the little skinny kid I remember. And those gorgeous grey eyes with specks of violet. With that thought I practically run out of my room and down the three flight of stairs. 

“Cedes can show you your room, you remember Cedes, right?” I stop when I hear my dad’s voice. 

“Steve, of course he remembers Cedes!” my mom cries. I roll my eyes. “CEDES!” my mom yells and I roll my eyes, jeez only if they only I was on the stairs. I step down on the last stair and walk into the dining room, my eyes widening when my eyes land on Emery standing near my dad. My stomach starts doing flips. 

Oh my god.  

There stood a god. Emery was defiantly not the little skinny kid I remembered. Instead of Emery being short, he was standing at least 6’3 with a hard and lean frame. The sleeves of his shirt fit too tight as his biceps exploded out. His black tight fitting shirt outlined a six pack and outlined his broad shoulders fairly well. His hair a light and sandy brown matching his tan complexion, along with his sharp face structure. 

Him being hot could be an understatement.

This was defiantly not the Emery I remembered 8 years ago. 

I gulp when his grey eyes meet mine. 

“Cedes, show Emery his room,” dad bosses, I nod, and turn around. I pull down my tight fitting white long sleeved shirt and walk up the stairs, hearing Emery’s footsteps behind me. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I start walking a little faster up the stairs. After walking up the three flight of stairs, I turn down the hallway that my room is in, the guest room, and the play room. My parents room were on the second floor. Thank god.