|Entry#6: Dear Emerson|

Emerson-

My name is Tiffany. And I noticed that there is one picture of you on your myspace that is you proposing a cigarette to some girl. Do you smoke? Or do you drink? If you do, you have a lot of followers and I think you shouldn't show off to be a bad guy. I know you have an older brother and a sister that's one year older than you but they shouldn't be influencing you.

-Tiffanee

Emerson tilted his head to the side. "Oook. How does SHE know I smoke?"
He his head shot to a pack sitting on his bed. His friends, the closest ones he's got, doesn't even know he smokes.
His myspace had not one picture of him offering a girl a cigarette. None.
Was she playing a trick on him to confess what he does?
No, he wasn't going to fall for that.

Dear Tiffanee,

Sorry, but I don't smoke. My myspace doesn't have any pictures that you claim are there. It is true that I have a lot of followers and if you know of any that are smoking, please don't let them go on in such a life. My brother is straight-edge and he would never smoke without confronting his younger siblings about it. My sister has a rough life. She does both and my brother helps her with her small addiction of pot. But no, they are not an influence and I do not smoke.

From, 3m3rs0n

He closed myspace and quickly logged onto his IM.

l0st.soul : bria! i think someone is catching on that i smoke. :[
bigBEE : huh? someone is catching onto you? that isnt good.
l0st.soul : i kno! brii u have to help me i dont kno how to deal with it
bigBEE : listen im at casey's house. i cant stay on long but explain what happened?
l0st.soul : she just asked if i smoked or drinked and i paniced when she said that there was a picture of me handing a girl a cigarette.
bigBEE : its gonna be okay if you played it off okay. what did you say?
l0st.soul : i just explained on how there wasnt a pic on myspace. and there wasnt to be completely honest.
bigBEE : ok good.
bigBEE : oh casey's sister needs the computer. ill talk to you later.
l0st.soul : kay. see u.

"Yo, Emerson." Lance called from the living room.
Emerson sat up straight and grabbed the pack of cigarettes and threw them into his sock drawer.
NOBODY goes in there. Only Emerson himself has a hard going through there.
"In here!" He yelled from his bedroom, resting his laptop on his lap again.
Lance opened the door slowly. "Hey." He said.
Emerson closed the IM with his sister. "Hey."
Lance looked around the black room. "So, your parents finally let you paint it black." He laughed.
Emerson chuckled. "Yeah, I know. What's up?"
He sat at the edge of Emerson's bed. "Eh, just thought I would talk to you about something."
Emerson closed his laptop and put it on a stand. "What about?"
"Daina." He replied.
Emerson looked confused. "Huh? What about her?"
"I don't know. She's been so distant since Travis came to town. And I don't like it." Lance rubbed his hands together.
Showing his nervousness.
"No, it's something else too. What else?" Emerson knew there was something else.
Something he didn't even need to know about.
"I...don't know, Em. I think I might like her. But I don't want to ruin our friendship." He stuttered.

The front door slammed shut. "Little bro! I'm home!"
It was his older brother, Olsen.
Outside of Emerson's door, Olsen walked up the stairs. "Okay! Lance is here." He said.
Lance slid onto the floor, daydreaming. Olsen walked into the room and saw Lance on the floor.
"Lance! What's up, man? I haven't talked to you in...ages!" He said, slapping Lance on the shoulder.
He shook his head. "Hey, Olsen. It's been too long." He blankly said.
Olsen left shortly.

"Back to Daina." Emerson said, noticing the way Lance looked at the wall.
"She likes Travis. And I know he's trying to get into the band but he doesn't have to tear her away from us."
Emerson ruffled his hair. "Come on, Lance. We're gonna go hang out with Josh."
"Josh isn't gonna help." He said, not even bothering to get up.
"No, but he can at least pretend to. And you can pretend to be happy."

"Emerson, you are a jerk." Lance laughed.
Emerson shrugged and sipped his latte. "It's just me."
Josh pushed both of them away. "We're all jerks but you're the worst."
Emerson laughed. "Duh!" He put his two fingers two finger, faking a gun.
"Shoot yourself. I dare you." Lance laughed.

"Guys!" A familiar voice called from behind them.
And the park just met hell.
Lance turned his head first. He turned around quickly.
Emerson and Josh turned their heads at the same time and kept it there.
"Hey!" The young sophmore said.
Emerson waved his hand kindly. "Hi. And may I ask who you are?"
She pointed at Lance who didn't even dare look up. "His ex." She smiled widely.
He smiled nervously. "Yep, that's that WONDERFUL girl I used to brag about!" He winked for them to play along.

Emerson chuckled at his attempt. "Oh. Nice to meet you...name?"
Josh rested his head on Emerson's shoulder.
"Yoana." She extended a hand out.
"Woah, you're kidding." Another voice appeared behind her.
This time Lance didn't want to turn around. He knew who this was.

"Nope. It happened all down in Connecticut." Another voice chimed in.
Damn that Travis. Lance thought, harshly.