Did It On Em Lyrics Novels & Stories

Christian "Nah! Not enough", Emery pouts, crossing her legs on the bed. Her blonde-curly hairs shine in the bright glint when I look at her. "I have a lot of work to do", I mutter, putting my guitar down. "But you said you'll sing for me until I'm done with listening to you", she makes a babyface and shows tantrums. "And you're not done with my songs after continuously listening for an hour", I shrug.

Yeah, these emotions just can't stay Even if it hurts, I'll do all it takes I don't wanna make the same mistakes Don't wanna feel lonely, lonely So sick of my emotions, emotions Even when I'm lost inside I'm gon' let my fear subside I just wanna feel something tonight Life can hurt and love can bruise But I know after my heart heals I'm gon' feel alright, with nothing to lose So sick of my emotions getting in the way Put 'em all aside and put 'em in the grave I don't wanna be too little too late Yeah, these emotions just can't stay Even if it hurts, I'll do all it takes I don't wanna make the same mistakes Don't wanna feel lonely, lonely (oh-oh) So sick of my emotions, emotions (emotions) Yo

Emily I drove as fast as I could through the narrowed road while tears ran down, staining my cheeks. My hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel as I kept trying to stay on the road; I was seeing blurry from so many tears. "TURN BACK! You have to go back. You can't just bail out on him...he's ours, Em. Don't give him away to that wench just like that."

she answers, making me chuckle. The song ends, and Evans turns up to take over. As much as I trust him, it still freaks me out to see her in his arms or any other arm. At least the cheesy songs are over. The DJ puts more of our style, rock, pop, rap, Latino. But of course, this has to be a slow song he's taken her for, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. I feel the urge to go in between, but as if she could read my mind, Emi appears to dance with me. "I'm not freaking dancing with you, Emi." I try to get out of this.

The same one from the nightmares. “Emeryyyyy?”

Kenton ~“I did not fuck, we did not fuck.” Emma ~“Was it really that bad?” Kenton ~“No, I mean yes, I mean we did not fuck.” Emma ~“I told you were going to forget so we recorded it.” Kenton ~“No you can't, you do not possibly have, was I drunk?” Trayton ~“Emma please put the man out of his misery, he is about to pop a vein.” Kenton ~“So we did not?” Emma ~“No baby.” Kenton ~“Why you still calling me baby?”

Ron spoke swiftly. Andy and I snorted and started laughing hysterically. “I’m over Ed” Em blurted. “Thank God! It was recently. Besides, there are other people who deserve you more than I” Em eyes flickered to mine. Did she know? “Don’t say that” Ed spoke softly. “Hey I’m not being emotional I’m stating facts here” she winked. “I’m keeping an eye out.”

"I'm having crazy thoughts and it's even crazier when I know that she's into us." She was? "Hey, get back here! What do you mean by that? Did you say something to her? What did she say to you? Dylan? Dylan!" Emy whimpered above me and started to move to get comfortable again. I gripped her waist hard. "You stay put!"

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a white ceiling and was surrounded by a strong smell of disinfectant. I didn't care why I was here; all I knew was that I was going to be late for work, on the first day. I put on my shoes as quietly as possible, afraid of waking Mark, who was still asleep. "Where are you going?" I had just reached the doorway when I heard Mark's groggy voice. "I found a job; I'm going to be late," I replied honestly.

DYLAN EMERTON THURSDAY. "Two days. I lingered for two fucking days. Sleepless night. Condemning myself. Hurling. Veering around. Hell and back. I survived till this day all under the consolation of being able to have her close all weekend and she's going with fucking Jimmy!? How does one un-alive another human being?" I can't disguise anything. My emotions are on full display and fuck, I do not give a shit.