"Hey... where have you been?" Jessica asked walking over to me. Standing there covered in filth she took one look at me as her face expression went from a smile to anger.

"Emery..." she scowled, holding her forehead, "don't tell me you went back out there?"

I rolled my eyes, as I looked back at her and replied, "then don't ask." As I walked past her and headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat, she followed behind me insisting on talking. "You know you could get hurt out there right?"

"But I didn't!" I snapped, as I pulled out a loaf of bread and a couple slices of turkey.

"Well you look horrible...what happened to you?" she asked, in deep concern.

"I got stuck in the rain, and caught a flat tire," I replied, as I hopped up on the counter, eating my sandwich.

"Oh my god Em," she muttered.

"Yeah... I know" I whispered, with embarrassment, "I ended up being ok though, help did end up coming, eventually" I smirked looking over to her, as she stood against the fridge shaking her head.

"What...?" I sighed, then continued to explain, "look, it was raining extremely heavy... and I ended up having a flat tire, nobody was around to help, so I just got in the car and fell asleep. Then this guy came out of nowhere knocking on the window, he offered to help put on the spare, so I let him... no harm done."

"Hmm... guy huh?" she mumbled, in curiosity. "Jess please..." I replied.

She crossed her arms as she grinned and waited for details.

"What else do you want me to say?" I asked, as I took my last bite of my sandwich.

"Well how did he look, was he good looking...? " she snickered, as she was suddenly interested. "Was he good looking?!" I repeated, rolling my eyes up to the ceiling, "he was more than good looking, he was dreamy..." I sighed, as I shook my head.

"Wow..." she smiled, "really?"

"Yeah... but don't get too happy, I probably won't see him again, actually I'm sure I won't," I sighed.

"Wait, why wouldn't you?" she scowled.

"Are you crazy?!" I snapped, "look at me, plus I was so up and down with him, one minute I was flirting, then the next I was standoffish, he probably thinks I'm nuts, I seriously doubt if he was interested."

"I'm sure he wasn't thinking that way Emery," she suggested. Gazing over to her I responded, "I'm pretty sure he was, plus he's like, normal."

"Normal...?" she asked, in confusion, "what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Jess, what the hell do I know about normal?" I cringed, as I became frustrated.

Her eyes narrowed over to mine. "You can't keep doing this to yourself Emery," she responded.

"Jess... I can't right now," I replied, as I jumped down off of the counter and stormed out of the kitchen.