"It doesn't quite feel that way." Connie mumbled, giving up on trying to prove her point from before. Obviously Emma wasn't giving in, and Connie was just too tired to continue her argument. "But thank you, none the less… I'm still sorry."
Emma smiled. Sometimes, her stubbornness really did pay off. She put the items back in the first aid kit and looked at Connie. “You’re welcome, Connie.” She frowned. “Don’t be. Now, rest. You obviously need it.”
"I…I'll be fine. I need to be home anyways, my mom is super mad at me…" Connie mumbled as she pushed herself up off the couch. "I've been away from the house for too long. I'm already in enough trouble as is." She attempted to insist, forcing a smile up.
She sighed and mumbled a few things. “Well, if you say so, but if you ever need to leave your house for a while, you can always come here. Now, off you go, we wouldn’t want you to get into more trouble now, would we?”
Connie froze up a bit, sighing weakly at her offer. "I feel like you want me to stay… but I really don't want to intrude on you more than I have." She muttered under her breath before starting for the door. Of course she didn't really want to go home, but not going now could lead to worse consequences later. Which frankly scared her. But going back now, still didn't seem any more appeasing.
“Well, yeah. I do admit I do want you to stay, but I understand that right now isn’t much of a good time. It’s clear that if you don’t leave now, there will be serious consequences, and I don’t want you to get into anymore trouble because of me.” She sighed and sat down on the couch, looking at the ground, with sudden interest.
"I'm going to be in trouble either way… though as soon as I have the money, that shouldn't be a problem." Connie sighed a bit, pulling her phone from her pocket to check the time. One or two messages from her mom were on the screen, and she glanced over them. "I swear, I'm moving out as soon as I can." She muttered a bit, scrunching her face up. "Would I be allowed to come back later, if my mother hasn't killed me?"
Emma looked up from the ground and looked at Connie. She pulled her knees to her chest and gave them a hug. "Of course, Connie. You will always be welcomed here."
“Right… thank you so much Emma. You have no idea how awesome this is for me.” Connie told her, smiling weakly as she started her way out. “I’ll call or text you tonight.” With that said, she walked out waving with her calm smile.
Emma smiled and waved back, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She stared at the door with no emotion when Connie shut it closed. Jackson sat down next to his older sister and patted her hand. “She’ll be okay. She looks like a tough girl.”
“I know, but if something happens to her because she was here, well, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”
Jackson sighed. “You care about them too much. It’s not good for you, Em.”
“I know,” Emma said softly.
(Should we time skip, until a little bit later?)
(Sure)
The rest of the day bled on into the evening, an no word from Connie. Until around five thirty, when Connie called Emma.
She waited expectantly, hoping that Emma would pick up. It had been hours, but Connie had only just now gotten free from her mother. She had been pretty mad, but with a good explanation she had gotten off easy.
So now she just wanted to go over to Emma's, to actually get to talk to her without having to run away. Or whatever the reasons were.
(okay look this is clearly an incredible rp and i really like it i have the upmost respect for both of you, but ~please~ for the love of whatever you consider holy fix the title. the word is "celebrity's" as there is one celebrity and they own the property. i'm so sorry if this is rude but every time i scroll by and see the current error i die inside a bit)
Emma was in the living room with a plate of food that was on the coffee table. She sat on the ground as she watched her favorite show. As soon as her phone rang she groaned. She let go of her chopstick, but not before popping the kimbap into her mouth. She grabbed her phone and answered. “Hello?”
(Oh gosh… I'm so sorry eheh… I'll fix it. Honestly, I did that forever ago, I haven't even thought twice about it. Which is quite frankly odd, for myself.)
(aw no worries it's obviously no big deal just thought y'all might want to know <3)
The sound of Emma's voice made Connie jump a bit, and it took her a moment to respond.
"Hey Emma. It's Connie." She greeted quite casually. Though her outer appearance was anything but casual. Her smile was wide, and bright, and she was fidgeting like crazy. She was so worried that she was bothering Emma by calling, that she could barely sit still. "I explained everything to my mom, and she's completely cool with the whole situation."
She took a sip of her milkis, and then responded. “That’s good. I was worried you’d be in big trouble.” She grabbed the TV remote, and lowered down the volume. Emma’s siblings came down stairs and swiped a couple of kimbaps from her plate before grinning and going back upstairs. “Those kids are going to be the death of me,” Emma mumbled.
Forcing herself to relax, she nodded a bit at her statement. "Gladly, no. It took a few hours, but that was partially my fault." Connie laughed lightly, listing to the other end for just a moment. With her last statement, she found herself snickering just a bit. "I'm assuming younger family, right? The same boy from earlier?" Connie hummed in a questioning tone.
“Yep. The same boy from earlier, and a younger sister. As much as I love them, they tend to annoy me. A lot. And I know they’re doing it on purpose. Perhaps they think that if they annoy me a lot, I’ll let them do whatever they want in exchange for some peace and quiet.”
"Oh probably. Just keep from giving in, they'll give up eventually." Connie laughed lightly, pushing herself back on the bed. "Do you need some help managing the rascal and rascalette?" She asked Emma in a hum. It was mostly joking, but it gave her a good way to ask about meeting up some other time.
Emma thought about if for a minute before responding. “Honestly, I do. I’m not sure how I’ll manage to do it. If it was just a couple of days, then I would be able to do it by myself. But, I have the suspicion that my mother left them with me for at least a month.”
"Your mother just dropped them off in your care?" Connie asked rather surprised, not really believing that. "That's not really… fair, I guess. I would not be okay with that, personally. There would probably be an argument following that."
"Yeah. . .it wouldn't be the first time she has done this. She usually does this before she starts. . ." Emma trailed off as she shook her head. "Either way, I'll find a way to take care of them. Might make a plan on how to tire them out, or something."