Emmy and Tara

Tara really wasn't sure if she would make it to lunch. She caught herself almost nodding off in her literature class.

"Wake up! You look like shite." Emmy snapped her right out of it. Perhaps. Just before class was over.

Tara blinked.

"Where you, been?" As it was Tara didn't meet Emmy in their usual spot, by the steps of the school. Most mornings Emmy's dad dropped her off. Neither could drive and Emmy dared not to walk. After all, their were so many bullies.

Tara stared at Emmy now, thinking this bullying might be a disease and perhaps Emmy might have a good bout of it. Although, Emmy was just being Emmy. Her way of concern.

Still, she knew it was coming. Emmy would harp on how Tara dressed. Why wasn't she using her smart phone? Didn't she get the net?

After a bit of nagging, Emmy went into her future date with Harry. One would have thought he was the prince the way she went on about him. He took her places. He was gentleman and a very carrying person.

"What are you doing, tonight?" She asked later at the dining hall where they were looking at their sandwiches that Tara was sure she could wolf down Emmy's ham and cheese as well as her own.

"Jonesy asked me to dinner." Tara just said as if Emmy couldn't make such a big deal of it, after all this time.

"Jonesy!" Emmy made a face of disgust. "You can't be serious."

Tara only nodded as she took a big bite of her sandwich.

"No..no..I can't have this..You know, how much I hate him. You, can not seriously be friends with him. You can't!" She demanded.

"But I said I would. I have too." Tara squinted wishing Emmy wouldn't be in such a tizzy.

"Why? Why would you?" Emmy wanted to know.

"Because I promised Dad." Tara found herself in a lie, but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

Emmy festered a frown. "If he says anything about me, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

Tara kept chewing of the crusty bread thick with mayo, tomato and lettuce and of course turkey. What she'd give for a pickle, but she nodded at Emmy's question. She supposed it was the least she could do.

The Originals

Will rested his chin, somehow in the crux of my neck while we played the fruit machines down at the pub. What might have been sexy to him might not have been quite as pretty to the naked eye. I saw how the old elephant like bartender looked at us. Yes, we were getting as bad as Pip and Simon.

Honestly, it truly felt like the beginning of something, but that was last week. Now I felt as if we were glued to each other in so many predicaments. Well, not at school. That was Will's one man show. And his job. That too, was off limits.

Oh, my lips were so raw. and I was beginning to think my growth might be stilted as much as I was in Will's cocoon. Yes, it was bliss yet not. It was as if we were going for a record breaker of some kind, and we hadn't even gone to the dance marathon.

I suppose it was all a bit woozy, and maybe..just maybe I was losing myself in Will.

I looked over to see his brother Augustus staring at us. The scowl on this face said it all. He hated it. Or was it just me that he hated?

"What's he looking at?" I wanted to know.

"What?" Naturally, Will was oblivious to everything. Even this silly game we were playing. He bumped his head against mine to have a look at what I meant.

"Your brother." I sighed. "He hates me for some reason."

Will gave his brother a pissed look as if he'd have a row with him. Just when he let go..and oh, how I could slightly stretch, I grabbed his hand.

"Hang on. Just leave it. Please." I looked at him as if he were my child now, that I needed to reprimand.

"No, he's an ass. I hate him." He looked disgusted.

"What is going on? With you two?" I squinted as if this was some sort of game that really did not become him.

"Nothing." But he was dead serious.

"I'll be in the loo." I sighed, thinking Simon and Pip would be here any minute, but they were late as usual. "Don't be rash." I kissed him as if it were automatic. It was like a routine we couldn't get enough of. But was it absolutely real? All I needed to do was believe. And I did.

"Can I come?" He and his silly grin.

"What? No." I didn't want him listening to my bodily functions. Besides, I need some lippy for my raw mouth. God knows, how pathetic I might really look.

"Why not? We've never done it. In the loo." He grinned like it was a bright idea.

"For f-ck's sake, Will!" I'm sure my voice carried because Gus would not take his eyes off the situation. "That's what slappers do."

Will kept grinning as if I was wrong. "Its what we do." He grabbed my hand. I only sighed.

Just then an old bird with a bouffant doo tucked in to the loo.

I sighed deeply as he lead the way to the men's. I could only imagine the smell and how creepy it might be.

Instead the place was painted black. Actually, a fresh coat. The place smelled minty fresh.

Will looked around the empty stalls. Then locked the door behind him.

I glared at him wondering what had I done to him? Was this all my fault? He lunged into a massive kiss which practically banged my head against the cold black wall.

It was best to get the deed done, quickly. He really seemed to be fascinated with dares.

No. There were no drugs. Yet twist and turns that might never find the stall. Yet each kiss grew with the intention that this might be the most spectacular thing we'd ever done in our mundane lives.