1995
"Lance, what are you doing?" Emily shouted. She looked above her, to see a cloud of smoke. "You're not trying to cook, are you?"
Lance came out of the kitchen, hiding a spatula behind his back. "Uh . . . no, why do you ask?"
Emily pointed at the ceiling. "Maybe because you're smoking up the entire house!" Emily put her hands around her neck, and began to fake choke. "I can't . . breathe!" she gasped.
Lance hit her with the spatula. "You're not funny! My mother is making me, okay? She says I need to learn how to cook."
"I'll go tell her to make you stop, cuz if you try and learn anymore, the house is gonna explode. Stay with what you know, and that's not much, anyway!" Emily laughed. "Speaking of which, since your birthday is coming up, why don't I buy you a, no wait, I forgot. You don't need this!" Emily walked around him.
"Need what?"
"A new wardrobe! Get out of those tight little pants, cuz you're gonna suffocate!" Emily looked at his ass. "Now that I notice it, those pants aren't half bad! Never mind, keep them!" She tossed her keys in the air, and caught them. She looked at him again, and wolf-whistled. "Ooh baby!"
Lance threw half a pancake at her, but missed. "Man, I don't know how you make the baseball team, cuz you sure suck!" Emily laughed. "Lance, did you know, that you're my entertainment?"
"Oh, shut up!" he told her.
"Whoa, nice come-back!" Emily cracked up. "Come on, let's watch TV!"
Lance followed her into the living room. They sat at the couch. Emily turned on the TV, to Disney. Some kid with blond, curly hair was on. Another kid, with brown hair, and a big nose came on the screen, too. "Forget this!" Emily said. "I'm not watching the Mickey Mouse Club!" (Okay, I'm not sure if Justin and J.C. were on the show anymore at that time, but oh well!)
Emily started flipping through the channels.
"Leave it here," Lance commanded.
"I'm not going to watch foot ball, either. Football sucks!"
Lance reached for the remote. Emily stuffed it up her shirt. "Can't get it now, can you?" she teased.
"I can, but I'm not going to," he told her.
"Oh, you can, huh? You think you're macho enough?" Emily asked. She took it out from underneath her shirt, and hid it behind her back. Lance reached behind her, and they fell over.
"Give it back!" Lance ordered. Emily got up, and ran. Lance tackled her, and they slammed onto the floor. Emily rolled over, and sat on him. "I've got you pinned!" she announced. "You got pinned by a girl! Oh yeah, I'm good!"
Lance kept grabbing for the remote, and Emily started tickling him. He laughed uncontrollably. "Poor macho man! Getting defeated!" Emily yelled.
"Stop!" Lance laughed. He grabbed his stomach in agony. "Ow! My stomach hurts!"
Emily shifted all of her weight onto him. "Hurts more now, huh?"
"AHH! STOP!!!!" he screamed.
Emily laughed, and started to get off of him. He grabbed her, and held her on the ground. She held up her hands in defeat. "Okay, I give up!"
Lance stared at her face for a moment. He leaned down, and gently kissed her. Emily's eyes widened in surprise. She relaxed, and put her hand behind his head. When the kiss was over, Lance pulled back, and got off of her. He took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his hair.
"Whoa," Emily whispered. She looked up at him. "Could we do that again?"
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Three Months Later . . . Emily walked up to Lance, and slammed his locker door shut. "You know what? My friends are giving me shit again!" She leaned against her locker. "I mean, I put up with it, when you were just my friend, but now, when we're going out, they're ragging on me even more! This sucks so much!"
Emily glanced at her stomach. "I feel so hungry, and it's not even second period yet! I'm never going to make it to lunch!"
Lance kissed her cheek. "Let's go to class, okay?" Emily nodded and followed him to their Govt. class. Lance sat in his seat. Emily waved to her friend, Amanda, and sat on top of him. Amanda laughed. She was one of her friends who didn't care. There were four of them: Amanda and Amy Pratt, CJ Robles, and Megs Dipo. As far as Emily was concerned, they were her real friends. Mr. McNulty, the teacher, walked in. He gave Emily a sharp look, and Emily sat in her seat.
At lunch, Emily ran to CJ, Amanda, and Amy, and practically pushed her out of the door.
"What's wrong with you?" CJ asked. "You act like you've never had food before, and are gonna die."
Emily unlocked her car. "I have no idea. I'm just so, underfed, I guess!" Emily put her hand to her forehead, and fell partially over. Amanda laughed. Emily shrugged, as she got in. "I have no idea. Maybe my metabolism is growing or something."
CJ looked at her. "Where do you wanna go?"
"Subway." "Taco Bell!" exclaimed Amanda. "We went to Subway last time."
Emily started the car, and drove off.
"Man, do I want your boyfriend!" CJ exclaimed. "He's so hot!"
"Yeah, well I don't," Amanda put her opinion in. "I think he looks like a dog. I mean, he's cool, I guess, but I wouldn't date him!"
"I'm going with Emily and CJ on this one. He's so cute!" Amy told everyone.
Emily looked at CJ. "You know, maybe we should've snuck Megs off campus with us. I feel rude leaving her. We can't help it if freshman, and sophomores can't go off." Emily sighed. "At least it wasn't like that last year! Sophomores could go off last year!"
Amy shrugged. "Yeah, well, seniors were able to go off when we were freshman. We're the ones who ruined it for you!"
"Uh-huh. Little miss Amy was so wild then! They had trouble keeping her in line!" Amanda rolled her eyes. "All that cussing, and skipping classes! Boy, was she hard to handle!"
"Oh, be quiet!" Amy told her.
"Well, she's right. You're such a goodie-goodie!" Emily said. Amy hit her shoulder. "Oh yeah, that hurt!"
They got into Taco Bell, and Emily headed to the restroom. CJ followed her, and asked, "Feeling sick? I don't want you getting the flu again. That was so nasty!"
"No." Emily walked into a stall, and came out a couple of seconds later.
"What was the purpose for doing that?" CJ wondered. Emily put her head on the sink counter, and groaned. "What is wrong?"
looked at her. "I haven't gotten my period yet. Dude . . . I think that I'm pregnant!"
s eyes widened. "So, I'm guessing that it's Lance's." Emily nodded. "You didn't tell me that you guys had sex! Why not?! You tell me everything!"
cause I don't kiss and tell . . . anymore, at least. And it was only, what, once? Once, that we didn't use anything, at least. I'm such a bad influence for him. He's turned so bad when we started going out."
ll, it's not like he didn't know you before that," CJ pointed out.
ly looked at her. "Don't tell anyone, please. Not Megs, Amy or Amanda. Please."
CJ nodded. "I promise."
After they left the bathroom, a stall door opened, and Ashley came out. "You might promise, CJ . . . but I don't!"