They were talking again and that's all that seemed to matter to Emmaline in that moment. Alaska didn't hate her nearly as much as Emmaline still hated herself for lying in the first place and in that moment of forgiveness, Emm decided she would never lie to Alaska again. She needed her best friend in her life, the last few days without her was proof enough and now she would do her damnedest to never let her go. 

Elliot knew he was supposed to be spending less time with Lacey lately, which is probably why he was having a difficult time dressing her up that day. Since he'd been spending less time with her, his room was no longer littered with all her little toys and tiny clothing items. It was weird to look around his room and no longer see them, the mess that let people know a child was stowed away in the bedroom. Now everything seemed so much more clean and homely. There were neat piles of toys and clothes ready for when Rosie arrived, everything seemed so unused, new and shiny. He hated it just a little bit, though he knew the items wouldn't stay like that for long, it was still strange. He glared down at the wriggling blonde girl in his arms. "If you don't get your cutey booty in this dress, your mummy is going to be very sad." he said sternly, smiling when the girl actually seemed to stop wriggling and he managed to get the little blue dress on her. "Awh see, now you look like a princess. Princess of the Park Lacey. Now find your wand and tiara." he said with a grin before going to get her pram.

Caden was still in bed and he way too comfortable to move. He walked into the bathroom so he could wash his face and brush his teeth. Once he was done, he noticed a dark purple mark on his neck that seemed to be a hickey. He didn't know how he was going to cover it but then again it's not like it mattered, everyone did some pretty fucked up shit last night. Caden walked back into his bedroom and threw a white t-shirt on, he was just dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, it's not like he needed to impress anyone..it was just Alaska he was going to take care of. He knew, just giving Alaska medicine and ice cream wouldn't take away the hangover just that fast. She needed something to eat and needed lots of liquids in her system, he knew from experience. 

Caden walked down the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. Opening each cabinet he finally found the pancake mix. Caden loved to cook and he quite good at it. He opened the bottom cabinet and took out the skillet, then he placed it on the stove. He opened the cabinet above him and grabbed a large mixing bowl so he was able to make the pancake mix. Grabbing all the ingredients he needed out of the refrigerator and cabinet, he began to pour it into the bowl. Caden looked around to see if the mixer was in the cabinets but it wasn't there, then he found it on the other side of the cabinet. He plugged the cord in and watched as the mixer mixed the pancake mix perfectly. After that was done, he grabbed the cooking spray that was already on the counter and coated the skillet with the cooking spray. 

He set the stove to medium and poured the pancake mix into the skillet. Caden grabbed a plate and tray out of the cabinet along with a glass cup. Caden put his attention back towards the pancakes and flipped them with a spatula once they were brown on the other side. Once he done that, he walked towards the refrigerator and grabbed, the strawberries and whip cream. Caden checked on the pancakes and noticed they were brown and fluffy, the way it tasted the best. He turned off the stove and put the pancakes on the plate that was placed on the counter. He got out the cutting board and began to cut the strawberries in half, making sure he cut the leaves off too. Throwing the strawberries on top of the pancakes and whip cream, he grabbed the syrup and some advil out of the cabinet. He walked over to the fridge and reached for the orange juice, then poured it in the glass cup. 

Elliot fiddled with his hair nervously, his bright blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror, his eyebrows knitting together into a frown. This was all foreign territory for him, quite literally. For one they were in Italy and he was probably going to end up getting him and Alaska lost knowing his navigational skills. There was that and also the fact Elliot never really did dates. All of his relationships had never actually called for him to need to ask a girl out on a date, what the hell even actually is a date?

He bit down on his lip, deciding he look as presentable as he could get. Elliot's formal wear never really altered much from his day to day outfits. Aside from he developed a thing for checkered shirts when he was going out. The blue checkered shirt hoodie all in one he was wearing at the moment stayed true to his typical style. He smiled to himself in the mirror, grabbing his battered purple converse as he went out the door, slipping them on as he hopped down the hallway. Luckily his mood had vastly improved since this morning, he still didn't feel like quite his usual self though, but he was going to try his darnest to be his usual self.

As he stood outside Alaska's room, his knuckles automatically rapped lightly on the door before he could even stop himself. It struck him date protocol probably called for him to have like, bought something for her. What did people do in these situations? Buy flowers? He shook his head at his own thoughts, since when did he try to follow what was socially acceptable? He usually did his own thing and was happy with it. He was such a mess lately, it was ridiculous.

Elliot had been chilling with the DJ at the party for quite some time now, though he had initially gone up to request something he could actually do a little jig too he had sort of taken over the guys laptop at one point and the pair had ended up laughing before Elliot left. He was quite unsure as to what just happened, he thought he had been a little rude when he had gone up and he was definitely past being tipsy by that point. Maybe he really did just have a weird charm about him people seemed to like.

His mind tumbled over these thoughts as he swerved his way between bodies, seeing people already snogging he wrinkled his nose a bit. His mind wandered to how those girls had said lasses seem to be falling at his feet but he didn't notice. He honestly really did not, no girl was talking to him now, where they? He was surrounded by drunk woman and no one seemed to give a passing thought as Elliot ducked his way through the hysteria.