#emmy6

   Until a couple of hours ago, Jaime really didn’t see much cause for concern when it came to evacuating. His apartment downtown he shared with Sirena seemed plenty safe, and he had dealt with some stormy weather in Oakland, but as the conditions got worse... he became worried. Unwilling to leave when it was Carmen’s birthday, Jaime put it off until a text from Emmy felt like fate. Before long, he was situated in her backseat, headed to Charlotte, and cracking jokes to make her and Liv laugh in the front seat. 

   It didn’t take long for the heavy rain pelting the little car to drown out his voice. With each mile they progressed, the storm raged worse, until even Jaime was feeling a little worried. He wouldn’t show it, though, unbuckling his seat belt to lean forward a little to be heard over the raging winds and rains. “Damn, this storm is like having sex with a stranger. You never know how many inches you’re gonna get, or how long it’ll last,” Jaime spoke loudly over the storm, hoping to lighten the palpable tension in the car. Perhaps a little... poorly worded, given his initial meeting with Emmy, but he chuckled at himself anyway. 

   It wasn’t true. Was it? It couldn’t be... could it? This mental back and forth, clouded with the confusion Markus was instilling in Grayson, had worked the poor guy up into a bit of a nervous wreck. He was high and watching Adventure Time to try and unwind after work, having been left to agonize with his own thoughts in peace for 4 whole hours, when Emmy wandered out into the living room and plopped herself down onto the couch beside him. 

   Oh, and how Gray’s heart raced. His mouth went dry, his hands didn’t know where to go, and the show faded to a dull roar. Grayson stole a peek at her, looking the same as always, and wondered how she could be so chill. 

   When love struck Grayson, he was anxious and falling apart at the seams. Emmy was as calm and cool and collected as ever, which didn’t make things any clearer to the man. After a minute of silence, which used to feel so safe, Grayson cleared his throat, fidgeting. 

   “You know... Emmy. We- We’ve always been friends, right?” Well, this could have started better. Gray gave a little chuckle. “I mean, I just love it, you know? Being friends. We’re good friends. Don’t - do you agree?” 

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