View attachment 83663 Emerson Adéle McPrince Was it bad that a seventeen year old girl wanted love? She just wanted to say that she had someone for herself and that someone loved her. Maybe that was just too much to ask since the world already seemed to hate her enough. The last days she went on, resulted in the guy crying cause she called his baseball car collection stupid, and the date before that...ugh, let's just not be reminded of that travesty. Sighing to herself softly Emerson grabbed all her milk chocolate hair into a huge bunch and pulled it into a messy bun watching as some strands fell out. Late, she was already twenty minutes late to her date and it was all because dressing herself seemed to be the hardest thing ever. She had a cute little dress on, then she realized she had to shave her legs so when she did, shaving cream got all over her top and when she tried to fix it...she ended up making it worse so that outfit hadn't worked. And it's been forever since she decided to do laundry so nothing else clean was available so it was off to her mom's closet. Pulling out an old pair of her skinny jeans she just moved a tank top and a cardigan ver that then slipped on a pair of converse. Yeah she wasn't the prettiest and now it showed big time since her hair was a tangled and unbrushed mess and her outfit was okay, but the jeans had ripps and white paint splatters all over the place since these used to be her moms painting jeans. Great, now she was late and she looked like crap...could this day get any worse. Maybe that's why she couldn't keep a relationship...cause she couldn't even maintain clean laundry. Walking down the street to get to the cafe she was meeting Derek at Emerson smiled softly at the thought of him. He had been looking at her for a while now and in fact, her friends were the people who convinced her to go on this date in the first place. Looking up she waited for the waking man to appear and when he had showed his little white body she broke out into a sprint hoping that Derek hadn't left yet, but it was when her body came to a hault that she really looked at her surroundings, she was about to run clear smack face into a pole and as she was recovering from that almost embarrassment, Emerson found her eyes shifting over to the eyes of another girl who hard her arm wrapped around someone else, a female to be precise. Her hair was so short and she just screamed punk rock, but her eyes...her eyes were gorgeous. Emerson hadn't even caught herself staring as she slowly stopped all walking just to get a better look at her, she was just so-- Beep "Move outta the way will ya!" The sound of the car horn and A strong voice yelling at her slowly made her come back from La La Land. Emerson found herself blushing as she was back on her merry way to the cafe biting her lower lip as she began to think about how she was goin to handle this. Hopefully the guy hadn't cried this time.