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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 0:47:52 GMT -5
Emmy looked nervously up at Stefan's house as she started straightening out her shorts, trying to look perfect before they walked inside. She had been confident about meeting his parents at her house, but now as she was standing outside their front door with Stefan, the door bell just been rang, her nerves were starting to rack around. Her's and Stefan's hands were interlocked and she was afraid that she was cutting off all the blood circulation to his hand with how tight she was squeezing. She bit her lip and waited.
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 0:51:53 GMT -5
Stefan chuckled at Emmy as he looked at the hand that she was squeezing. He saw her straighten her shorts, "You look fine," Stefan said, kissing the top of Emmy's head. The door was locked because Stefan's parents were also paranoid, so they always locked the doors, even when they were home, and Stefan had his keys inside. "If they don't answer the door, we could always climb in through the window," He joked.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 0:54:30 GMT -5
Emmy giggled nervously at the joke until she saw a large shadow come to the door. She suddenly looked like a deer in the headlights as Stefan's dad unlocked the door and opened it.
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 0:57:55 GMT -5
"Relax, Emmy," Stefan whispered, squeezing Emmy's hand. "Hey, Dad," Stefan said, when his dad opened the door. He walked in, and almost had to drag Emmy inside when his father opened the door for them. "Dad this is Emmy. Emmy, this is my dad."
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 1:01:23 GMT -5
Stefan's father cleared his throat and stuck out his hand to Emmy. "Nice to meet you, Miss." He said and Emmy loosly took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, too..." She said quietly.
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 1:04:43 GMT -5
Stefan smiled at Emmy and then looked back at his father, "Dad, Emmy's my girlfriend," He said with so much happiness and love in his voice. Stefan's mother walked out of the kitchen and to the front door then. "Hello, Stefan. And who's this?" She asked. "Mom, this is Emmy," Stefan said. "She's my girlfriend."
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 1:07:31 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Emmy said with a little curtsy of her shorts. 'Wait, did I just curtsy...?' "This is the Emmy from the text messages..." Stefan's father said to his mother in what was suppose to be a whisper.
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 1:17:45 GMT -5
Stefan's mother tried to be sly and nod back to Stefan's father, but failed. Stefan chuckled at Emmy because she curtsied, but saw his mother and heard his father. "What did you say?" Stefan asked, his eyes filled with anger. "Why do you have to do that?" He asked, his voice getting a little louder. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 1:30:41 GMT -5
"Stefan, calm down..." His father said, a bit of warning in his voice as Emmy looked wide-eyed between Stefan and his father. "You ran off and we didn't know where to find you. Any good parent would have looked at their son's texts..."
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 1:37:05 GMT -5
"No, don't tell me to calm down," Stefan argued, "Any good parent would wait for his eighteen-year-son to come home. I'm perfectly mature, and you treat me like I'm ten." Ten. That wasn't a good year for Stefan and his family. Something bubbled inside Stefan, and was forcing it's way out. "I bet you're just concerned 'cause you're afraid that I'll kill someone again!" There. It was out. Stefan knew he should've said that, but he didn't regret it. He clenched the hand that wasn't holding Emmy's hand into a fist and felt everyone's eyes on him.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 1:41:29 GMT -5
Stefan's father looked like he was trying to hold back from slapping Stefan. "Get out of my house..." He said through clinched teeth, looking at Stefan. "You don't live here anymore, so leave..."
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 9:43:20 GMT -5
Now Stefan regretted saying that, but he wasn't going to let his parents see that. Stefan saw his father's hand twitch, and on the inside, he was begging his father to hit him. He looked into the eyes of his parents and then knew why his father wouldn't touch him. It wasn't because he was Stefan's father; it was because Stefan's parents were afraid of him. Stefan's father was afraid that Stefan would fight back. Stefan squeezed Emmy's hand, because she was the only thing that kept him from falling. Stefan looked his father square in the eyes and said two words that he would never forget. "Fuck. You." And then without looking at his parents, Stefan turned around, opened the door, and pulled the stunned Emmy out the door. He slammed it closed once they were outside, and started walking away.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 11:16:23 GMT -5
Emmy kept looking between Stefan and his house, not sure what to say to him. "Stefan, I..." She started and then stopped and looked down at the sidewalk. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, squeezing his hand.
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Post by Sara on Jun 25, 2008 11:20:21 GMT -5
"No," Stefan said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry." He wasn't just apologizing for what just happened. He was also apologizing for being a screw up, a jerk, and a murderer, or whatever else someone could call him. Since the windows in Stefan's house were open, you could hear his mother crying.
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Post by !@# Emmanuelle Caron $%& on Jun 25, 2008 11:25:50 GMT -5
Emmy glanced back at Stefan's house and then hugged Stefan tightly. "Everything will be fine..." She whispered while still hugging him. "You can live with me and..." She didn't know what else to say.
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