(Should we time skip, until a little bit later?)
"So, I may have vandalized a celebrity's property..." (O/O Closed)
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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.
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(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)
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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.)
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(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."
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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.
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“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.
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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."
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"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."
At the drop of her voice, she knew she shouldn't ask what this was all about. So she didn't. Connie wanted to respect her private life, she already had enough people trying to figure that out. "Well, besides having to get a job, I'm free most nights. I'd be plenty happy to help out, where it's needed."
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Emma broke into a smile. “Really? Wow, that’s really generous of you. You really don’t have to help me out with them, you know. I know you’ll probably be busy on your free nights, and I’d hate to take time away from you.”
"Are you joking? I'd much rather come help you. I'm not exactly the popular type. I don't have any friends that would want to hang out." Connie insisted, holding her phone with her shoulder. "Besides, I owe you. You didn't arrest me when I vandalized your house, and you fixed me up."
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Emma smiled and laughed a little. "I'm surprised. With art skills like yours, I was sure you would've been, I dunno a bit popular. I wouldn't really say that you owe me something, but, I don't want to argue with you, so, yes, I guess you do owe me."
Connie kept her thoughts in the back of her head, sighing softly. "Yeah… you would think…" She mumbled, running her thumb over her other nails. "Anyways, if you need help, I'd be happy to come by. If you'd be up to having me."
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“Of course I would! That’d be great, and you’d be great help. Taking care of two little devils isn’t always an easy job. It’s always messy, despite my many tries of making sure it doesn’t end like that.”
"Well, if you give me five minutes, I'll be on my way. I should be there in fifteen, tops." Connie hummed, getting up off her bed, and pulled a flannel on over her black tank-top. "See you then?"
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“Alright, then. See you.” Emma said before hanging up. She switched off the T.V. got up from the ground and started cleaning up. Every thirty five seconds, she could see her siblings giggling and coming down the stairs and then going back up.
When Emma hung up, Connie quickly pulled a pair of combat boots on over her thigh-high socks. Once on, she pulled on a beanie, and picked her phone up to slip in her back pocket. As she ducked out of her bedroom, and walked into the living room, her mom gave her a look before turning back to her book. Clearly she was still upset with her, but Connie could care less right about now.
Walking out the front door, she grabbed the keys to her car, and left the house without a word. No one really needed to know where she was going.
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The giggling was hard to ignore. Clearly, they were up to no good. She finished drying the plates and putting them back in their places before going upstairs to check on the trouble makers. The moment she reached the upstairs hallway, water was poured over her. She looked up, seeing the bucket that was on the ceiling. She must’ve stepped on something that made the bucket pour water over her. She could hear her siblings laughing harder than ever before.
It didn't take long for Connie to get there. Especially since she had been driving. So when she pulled up to Emma's house, she had to stop herself to think this through. This was totally crazy. Instead of it being an accident, or just a quick visit, Connie was just going over to Emma Garcia's house. Shaking that fact out of her mind, she pushed her door open and began to gather herself as she headed up to the door.
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Emma scowled and quickly ran to her bedroom. She took out a new pair of clothes and quickly changed into them. She put the soggy clothes in the basket near her bed and tried her best to dry her hair. She slammed the door of her bedroom shut and glared at her siblings as she approached them.
“Downstairs, now.” Emma said coldly.
Emma’s siblings shuddered and quickly went downstairs.
Connie came up to the door, about to knock but hesitated. Maybe she should text her first? Ask if it was a good time, maybe. Rocking back and forth on her heels, she decided against it and just pressed the bell. If it was a bad time, oh well. She'd suffer the consequences, if there were any.
Even after she had made it known she was here, she rocked back and forth on her heels. So maybe she was a little bit nervous. Despite her offer, she didn't really know these kids… and wasn't normally great with them. If they were anything like her brother, she'd be incredibly awkward around them.
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Emma huffed and walked downstairs. She made her way to the door, but Jackson beat her to it. He opened the door and looked at Connie. He smiled slightly and then turned around. “Em, you have a visitor!” He yelled.
“No need to yell. I’m right here.” Emma replied as she walked over to him.
“Oh. Thought you were still upstairs.”
She turned to Connie and smiled. “Connie, welcome. Please come in.”
When Jackson opened the door, and smiled, she gave him an awkward smile back. Giving him a half way, she glanced up to see Emma standing there. "Hey," She greeted, stepping through the door with her light smile. "You know, now that I'm not about to faint, you're house is pretty nice." She hummed softly as she glanced over at Emma.
Though something was off. Her hair was wet- though it was probably just from a shower. Brushing it off, she pulled her smile back up. "Anyways, I just need to thank you again… for everything."