#all;emma

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Ain’t this a trip? || Emmon

Simon drummed his fingers on the wheel of his jeep, nerves racing through him. You wouldn’t think he’d be nervous, not someone like him. But he was mostly nervous for her; nervous that she wouldn’t be able to get out. That she would get caught and beat, because of him. Again. He clenched his hands on the wheel, and tried not to think about it. He wasn’t far away from her home when his phone started ringing, and he picked it up on the second ring, “Hi babe.” 

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Candle in the Dark || Emmon

Simon was halfway up the side of the neighbor’s building when he felt his buzz the first time. The second time, he had just reached the top and was pulling self over, and the third time was a few seconds later, as he landed on his girlfriend’s roof, freezing once he landed, hoping the sound he’d made was only loud to him. When he heard no noises in response, he let out a sigh, pulling his phone from his pocket, and grinning silently at the texts. Yeah, he’d been called crazy. He wasn’t realy sure which tree she was talking about, until he walked further onto the roof, seeing Emma and a tree on that side. “Hi,” he called, a grin across his face. “Did I take too long?”

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Double Trouble || Emmon

Just hurry, she said. Simon had already backed out of the drive, glad he’d parked his jeep on the street tonight instead of behind his Mom’s car. His father had already run out of the house after him, but Simon was gone by the time he’d gotten close. He was going to be in so much trouble for this. But she was crying. She was crying on the other end of the phone, and no amount of trouble would make him regret trying to help. He sped toward the park, wishing he could just teleport there instead. Finally, the park came into view. “I’m here,” he said into the phone, his eyes scanning for her in the dark. “Where are you?”

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Simon was late to their agreed upon meeting time, and was sort of mad at himself for it. But maybe she’d spent the extra time practicing more? That wouldn’t be a bad thing, not at all. He pulled open the doors to the school, having left it right aroud noon to find his brother, and getting so caught up talking with him--partially about her-- that he’d looked at the clock and it was a quarter til four. He listened as he walked down the hallway for piano music, but heard nothing; hopefully that didn’t mean she thought he stood her up and left.

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Text || Emma Peters

Simon: Good morning. Are you doing anything today after school?