Marissa
It's about time you got here!
Sat Jan 14, 2017 23:09
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The compliment and the way Emmett was looking for didn’t escape Marissa’s notice. In fact, it made her smile even more. Perhaps it was the bit of firewhiskey she’d already had that night. Her body was all warm and a little fuzzy, in a really good way. Her body unconsciously swayed to the beat when standing still. If Emmett didn’t want to dance with her, she’d just have to-

“Oh, uh, yeah, okay!”

Well, that was a quick response. Marissa grinned dangerously and grabbed him by the hand. “Okay, come with me.” She half led, half dragged him to the dance floor. When she moved, her shirt moved with her enough to barely show the very short black shorts she wore underneath the top. Once she and Emmett made it near where Frankie and Rose were dancing, Marissa turned back to face her summer boyfriend.

Her relationship with Emmett had definitely been different from everything else she’d been a part of so far. Most people (except for maybe Lucien) understood that Marissa was more interested in having fun and discovering than being part of something completely serious. So when others approached her, flirted back, whatever, there wasn’t a lot of pressure, and it was allowed to be a really fun learning experience. No one really approached her with some kind of romantic gesture, which was fine with the red head.

But Emmett Lawrence had.

When Emmett asked her out to a date on Pearl Street, he gave her a flower. She’d been so surprised, and then intrigued, by the flower that she said yes. And Emmett had been fun. It was nice. He was confident, told funny jokes, and was quite a good kisser. She enjoyed it enough that after a couple of dates, she decided to give the labels a try and was officially, knowingly, someone’s girlfriend.

It seemed to be going okay, until he visited her house over the summer. Everything that made Emmett interesting suddenly disappeared. He was so scared of her dad. It was one of the least attractive things she’d ever seen. And, yeah, her dad had freaked out just seeing them hold hands on the couch, but Marissa wanted to make out on the couch, not hold hands. And it was nearly impossible to even get Emmett to come into her bedroom with her after her dad had verbally banned boys from her room. He was nervous and way too polite. He didn’t act much like school Emmett unless they actually left her house and walked to a park or something. She knew he was just trying to respect her or her family or something, but God, it was just so boring.

“I’m really glad you came,” Marissa said over the music. She danced close to Emmett, leaning in whenever she spoke. The dancer barely had to try to look like a natural anymore. Between the random dance parties she and Rose held in their room, and her pre-existing dance experience, Marissa knew how to move at parties. She took in Emmett’s appearance, green eyes looking him up and down.

“You look really good, too,” she decided, “You clean up really nice, Emmett Lawrence.”

  • Party party? (Reply to Marissa) - Emmett Lawrence, Sat Jan 14 21:59
    He was going to a party thrown by the girl who had unceremoniously dumped him over the summer, dressed in jeans and a “coral” polo shirt, and with a makeup contour that was - loathe as he was to... more
    • It's about time you got here! - Marissa, Sat Jan 14 23:09
      • Were you waiting for me? - Emmett, Sun Jan 15 01:57
        She grabbed his hand, and his heart beat faster. Good to know nothing had changed in the last year or so, he supposed, but probably also pretty bad. Marissa still made his stomach pretend it knew how ... more
        • I guess you could say that - Marissa, Sun Jan 15 19:55
          “Of course I invited you!” Marissa didn’t point out, of course, that invitations went out to every student in fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh year. Whatever Emmett was feeling about their summer,... more
          • Scale of 1-10, how off am I? - Emmett, Mon Jan 16 22:39
            She was a little pink, but not like him. Emmett had been growing a steady blush, but his was from the rush of things he felt about her, whereas hers was probably just from dancing. But with her hands ... more
            • I never said you were off! - Marissa, Wed Jan 18 10:32
              Marissa couldn’t help but notice that Emmett’s face was getting a little red, and she wondered if hers was, too. She knew that, under the freckles, she was naturally going to be a little pink from... more
              • Sounds like a solid 0. Nice. - Emmett, Wed Jan 18 21:39
                She agreed - he wasn’t super sure if that was a good thing or not, overall - and then took off, coming back a moment later with open hands. Well, at least there was no risk now of something getting... more
                • I never said that! - Marissa, Mon Jan 23 12:24
                  Sometimes, Marissa wished she hadn’t dated Emmett. Maybe the reason he couldn’t get himself to let go and just be himself was because he was younger. She hadn’t thought a year would make much of a... more
                  • #Mixedsignals - Emmett, Mon Jan 23 23:56
                    “What do you want to do next?” It was a good question. Emmett wanted a lot to do a lot of things next, both in terms of dancing and, like, life. As far as the current party situation went, he mostly... more
                    • You're the only one confused here - Marissa, Sat Jan 28 20:17
                      Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Emmett going back to being the funny nerd she knew, but Marissa was laughing a lot tonight. It was the good kind of laughter. It spread across her freckled... more
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