Faith Of You

Chapter 18

Flickering her crystal eyes over to the other end of the room, Jennifer watched as her brunette friend ran her fingers through her gently waved hair, making it look light, softer and silkier than it had before. The two had been getting outfits together and picking out the right makeup for the French girl's date, and all Jennifer had to do was take it with a grain of salt. She still didn't know about her feelings for the older girl, and having to help her get ready to go out on a date with someone else was just not helping.

Emily smiled at her reflection before turning to her friend. "Good?" Her fingers tugged lightly at the black skater dress she had picked out, scuffing her converse shoe against the carpeted bedroom floor. "I want to look better than usual. She can't know what I usually look like," the eighteen year old laughed. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked to the younger girl. "Jen? You ok?"

The blonde's head snapped up. "What?"

Emily gave a warm look to the Christian girl. "Is everything ok? You seemed kind of distant."

Jennifer quickly nodded her head, smiling to the brunette on the other side of the room. "Sorry, I was kind of zoning out." She let her eyes roam over the older girl's body and she grinned. "You look beautiful."

Trying to hide her blush, the chocolate eyed girl laughed lightly. "Thank you."

"So how's your side? You've been walking a lot better."

Emily immediately perked up, nodding her head. "It's so much better. The bruise almost completely healed and now I can breathe without hurting myself," she chuckled.

The blond bit her lip. "So everything's ok?"

The eighteen year old made her way over to the bed where her friend sat. "I'm ok," she smiled. "Really. It's a lot better."

"Are you sure?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes Jennifer, I am alright. See? I can do this." She quickly spread her legs apart and began to jump around, turning around and even shaking her but; moving her body in the ways she couldn't a couple days before.

Jennifer practically fell back on her friend's bed from laughing so hard at the brunette's little dance. "Alright, I can see that you're ok." Squinting slightly at the brunette's covered side, she looked hard, believing that if she looked hard enough she could see through the black material. "So the bruise is healed?"

"Almost healed," the older girl corrected.

Jennifer felt herself hesitate, not wanting to agree just yet. "And it doesn't hurt?"

Letting out an exaggerated groan, Emily grabbed onto her friend's slender wrist and hauling her up out of the bed. "Ok, come on." The brunette dragged her moaning friend down the hall and into the second floor bathroom, locking the door behind them.

The blond frowned at the older girl. "What are we doing in here?"

"There's better light in here." Emily took in a deep breath as her nerves hit her, her hands reaching back behind her neck to undo the single button that held her dress together. The French girl then slipped her arms out of the thin black sleeves and let the material pool at her waist. "Look," she whispered.

Jennifer let her eyes flicker down to the girl's ivory skin, hastily ignoring her friend's ample breasts staring her in the face going straight to the ivory skin that had been marred only a couple days ago. Now all that was left was a slight remainder of the bruise that had been there.

Emily smiled softly to the younger girl, feeling a warmth envelope her chest at the look she was being given. "See? I'm just fine." Catching the blonde's eyes, Emily chuckled. "You don't have to keep worrying about me."

The crystal eyed teen blinked lightly, reaching for her friend's hand and holding it delicately in hers. "Ok," she agreed. "As long as you feel ok."

"I feel just fine." The brunette quickly redid the top portion of her dress, willing away the butterflies that had been fluttering in her stomach. "So, wanna grab a slice of cake from downstairs before I go?"

Jennifer let out a cackle of a laugh at the glimmer in the older girl's eyes. She really did love food. "Sure," she chuckled.

The pair quickly made their way down to the kitchen, stopping just as the doorbell rang.

Emily's eyes widened. "She's early."

The blond, sensing the older girl's immediate anxiety, quickly took her hand in hers. Against her better judgment, she had to comfort the brunette girl so she wouldn't be flustered on her date. "Don't be nervous, ok? She likes you, you know that. Just take a deep breath and open the door." Taking her face between her hands, Jennifer stared into the older girl's eyes. "You look beautiful. There's no way she wouldn't want you."

Emily felt her eyes almost sting with tears at the younger girl's words, quickly willing them back so they wouldn't be seen. "Thank you," she smiled. Before she could make her way towards the door, the brunette heard a voice from behind her that made her freeze.

"Coat, pumpkin. Remember your coat."

The chocolate eyed girl laughed lightly. "I know."

James Jareau grinned at his psuedo daughter, watching as she slipped on her winter coat. "Now I sent Amielle out with her girlfriends so she wouldn't bombard you and your date, and you can get right out and have fun."

Emily smiled thankfully to the older man, letting him take her into a hug. "Thank you Mr. Jareau." She quickly made her way over to the front door and threw it open, smiling wide at te brunette girl that stood on the front steps. "Hi."

"Hey," the steely eyed girl grinned. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah." Emily looked back to the man of the house, biting the inside of her cheek at the look in his eyes. "Am I ready to go?"

James gave a slow nod of the head. "On this date? This is a date, isn't it?"

The French girl instinctively stepped closer to her date. "Yes sir."

James stepped forward, leaning down to press a kiss to his house guest's forehead. "I don't mind it," he whispered in her ear. "Who you like doesn't matter as long as they're good to you."

Emily had tears in her eyes as she backed away and she vigorously nodded her head. "I'll be back before eleven, I promise." She let Sage grab her hand and lead her out of the house, biting her lip as the gray eyed girl opened the passanger door for her. "Thank you." Sitting down in the shiny black car, her dark eyes glanced over to her date. "So where are we going?"

"I thought it would be nice if we see a movie. That sound good?"

The ivory girl smiled wide, her heartbeat picking up speed at the sensuous stare being sent her way. "Sounds great."

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