I pull the soft, gold and white blanket up to my shoulders. Em sits down, pulling the blanket over her lap. She stares at the pictures on my wall, and thinks quietly for a minute. Her blue eyes are speckled with a deeper blue, and her nose is small and pointed finely. She blinks, and I see her -not washed off well- mascara and rose-gold eyeshadow. She looks over at me, moving only her eyes. She smiles a little, and moves her head. She pulls her dark hair into a messy bun. She lays down, and blinks sleepily. She leans closer to me, and I feel her warm breath, smelling of mint, from toothpaste, I presume. 

She touches her forehead to mine, and she looks into my emerald eyes. Her eyes shine, and she touches her lips to mine, and I blush, my cheeks heating up. We stay in this pose for another few heartbeats, and then she turns away, saying goodnight in a silky voice. I smile, and think goodnight. She falls asleep quickly, I hear her gentle snoring. I soon feel my eyelids grow heavy, and I fade into darkness.

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I hear a bang, and quickly sit up. I see Emma's legs on the bed, and I crawl across the bed to look down. She's on her back, her shins remaining on the bed. She groans and mutters something, then begins to laugh, her hair sprawled across the floor. I smile widely, and reach down, grabbing her hand. I pull, yanking her arm, gasping silently as I fall onto my back, Emma know on top of me, on her hands and knees. Her hair falls down, and tickles my ears and cheek bones. She chuckles, and sit up, on her knees. I push myself up, my weight on my hands. She stretches, her arms going above her head. A mischievous smile spreads across my face, and when her eyes close as she yawns, I tumble into her sending her on her back. 

"Fawn!" She squeals, her hands on my shoulders as I stand on my hands and knees above her. I give her an innocent look, my bottom lip sticking out and my eyebrows furrowed. She sticks out her tounge, "Don't give me that look!" She says, giggling. I pull her up by her shoulders, our foreheads touching. She smiles softly, and but her blue eyes are dull with sleepiness. She looks over at me.

"Do you wanna shower? Remember, we have that thing." She says, now sitting on the edge of the bed. I pause for a second, almost forgetting the meeting, and nod, scrambling out of the soft, warm covers. 

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"Hey, want to see if your friend wants to come? I wanna meet him." She states boldly. I blink at  her, then nod slowly. She throws me my phone gently, and I text Zeke, Hey, wanna come over at 10:30? Em wants to meet you. I look up at the clock at the top of the screen. 10:03. I follow Emma down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where out parents are. My mother hands us a plate each of hash browns and an egg. She nods at us before turning back to the parents. I put my fork back down on my plate, and look over at the clock. 10:24 We finish up and wait on the couch for the doorbell to chime. Soon we hear it, and race over, and Em opens it while I hold my breath. Please get along, I plead. They study each other for a sec, before Em steps out of the way to let Zeke in. His cheeks are pink, along with his nose. 

"Hiya." Em says smoothly. Zeke looks up and smiles. 

"Oh, hi." He mutters. Em huff, one eyebrow raised. I smile slightly, and wait as Zeke takes off his winter stuff. We file up into my bedroom, my and Em lying stomach-down on the bed, on top of the covers, while Zeke sat on my desk chair, his legs tucked into his chest. We all sit for a second, before Em starts chatting about the text I had gotten, and he nods along with her. I grab my phone to show him, and we paused the talking as he read. He made a scoffing noise as he handed it to me.

"Are you sure you guys know what your getting yourself into?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. Emma and I roll our eyes in unison. I nod as she responds with a short yes. 

"Fine. Just be careful."

"Dude," Emma starts, "your coming." 

His eyes widen as Em and I grin.