Your guy, My guy

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Emma's POV

I was bored. Bored binge watching crappy Netflix shows. I sat in my Living room laying upside down on my cream/white, leather couch thinking of what to do. I recently moved out of my parents' compact, diminutive countryside cottage, after all i am old enough to do what i want. 19 to be precise. I'm just lucky i have parents who are supportive and don't care what i do as long as i'm not putting myself or others in danger. Anyway, i lay there. Thinking. " What to do, what to do ". I got up from my comfy position, with blood rushing to my head, and started pacing my apartment, almost falling because of how dizzy i was and i got to my kitchen area and stared at the fridge. I really fancy some of that cake.

When i moved out of my parents' home, they thought it would be a fabulous idea to throw me a leaving party. This included; a cake with my baby photos on, about 4,000 balloons, confetti ( my worst nightmare ), close and distant family friends ( mainly distant ) and alcohol. Alcohol and me don't get along. Lets just say that i had a week long hangover and my bathroom, as well as my liver, now hates me. although the aftermath was horrendous, i had an amazing time catching up with old school friends and relatives. By the end of the night, my apartment looked like an ill-tempered, alternative teenager's room. So what did my guests decide to do? Leave me to tidy up for the next two days. After picking up two solo cups and a few " Congratulations! " banners, i collapsed on my still sealed couch and passed out.

Mmmmm cake. Probably not the best idea at 2:45 am but i'm starving. I licked my lips and made my way to the fridge. There it stood. Shining in the dull yet brightly coloured light. Half of my content four-year-old self's face been cut in half from the last person to have a slice. I pulled the plate out and placed it on the counter and got a separate plate and cutlery from the cupboard. Looking at the size of the cake i re-thought the separate plate. Shaking my head, i put the plate and cutlery back in the cupboard. I plodded over to the couch with the cake and started violently stuffing my face with the chocolate lump of deliciousness. I was having a great time, sitting, by myself in the dark scoffing my gob with cake whilst watching some random romance movie.

** 1 hour later **

I ate all the cake. Crumbs spilling off my chest and stomach, the chocolate buttercream stained my vivid white joggers and my mouth was coated with the sweet soft sponge and the now crusted icing. I rubbed my bloated stomach and sighed. " How the hell did i do that? " i thought to myself. " Because you are a food god, Emma!! " i said to myself out loud. I know i shouldn't but i feel proud of myself. Covered in cake crumbs and balling my eyes out at this unbelievably bad "horror romance" film, i wandered over to the light switch an flicked it off as well as the tv. It was now pitch black in my apartment. The only light coming from the luminous glow of the street lights, and the occasional car fly past, from my apartment window. It was now 3:45 am and i was heading to bed but i thought i heard the tiniest knock at my door. I waited in suspense for the next few minutes to see if i heard it again. I didn't. So i slowly crept into the hallway where my room and bathroom were and waited again. This time i heard three deafening thuds on my door and i froze. I've only been living here for a week so i know no one. Who could this be?

With soft footsteps, i made my way over to the door and peered through the peep hole. A tall, edgy looking man was stood there with his back to my door. He was dressed in a Red and black flannel with black jeans and a "Vans" backpack. Clueless of who this figure is, i cautiously opened the door.

" Can i help you? " i asked

He turned around and gave me the brightest smile. Bright like the glow of a firefly in the darkness of a wood. His neck was covered in a space themed tattoo piece. It was magnificent. I examined his face for a few seconds. Bright green Eyes, his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly, his hair looked a mess but presentable at the same time. I noticed a small black Gage in his ear.

" Emma Right? " he spoke in a soft yet husky voice.