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"I agree, he was....really, really weird. Didn't like him at all," She murmured, grinning at the mention of his face when she got called 'babe'. "I know! It was hilarious, he looked like he was about to cry." Emery mused, nodding at Eli's suggestion. "Sounds good to me, when's our reservation again?"
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"5, if your running late while getting ready they said they can change it with no additional charge." he got into the drivers seat. - he pulled into the driveway, opening the passanger door for her, 4:25 was the time. "You good with half an hour, or do you need longer?
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"5, if your running late while getting ready they said they can change it with no additional charge." he got into the drivers seat. - he pulled into the driveway, opening the passanger door for her, 4:25 was the time. "You good with half an hour, or do you need longer?
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Emery nodded, getting out and heading inside. "Should be enough time, just have to do my makeup, curl my hair real quick, and then I should be ready." She explained, going to do exactly that.
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"alright, i need too shower. My parents arent home, so.. feel free too use my moms stuff, you know she loves you. " he chuckles, going into the guest bathroom too shower.
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"At this point I think she likes me more than you," She teased, finishing her makeup---a simple, natural look. Emery then curled her hair, grabbing the dress from earlier before unzipping the bag, stripping off her current clothes before changing into it.
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he was downstairs, fixing his still wet hair, it stayed slicked down too his forehead. "Why wont this damn hair towel dry any faster!" he steamed, clearly fustrated. he throws the towel too the floor, exhaling deeply.
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Emery had slipped into the dress, hair perfect in her eyes, jewelry flashing, grabbing her heels before making her way downstairs, overhearing Eli from the kitchen. "Y'know, if you use a hair dryer it'll dry faster!" She called, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.
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"Oh, Your right! " he sprinted upstairs, heading into his moms bathroom, scanning for a hairdryer. - sooner or later he found it, he returned downstairs, his hair lightly fluffed up, he was wearing his nike shoes, to a date?
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Emery rinsed and put away the glass, chuckling at his realization as she awaited him, a bit puzzled on his shoe choice. "You're wearing....those?" She asked, gesturing to his shoes.
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