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The Soundtrack of My Summer, Ch. 43

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"Good morning." Emma woke up to the quiet and comforting voice of Mrs. Lynch, who was gently shaking Emma's shoulder. "Good morning." she repeated when Emma opened her eyes. She heard birds chirping outside. Light came in through the windows in the room. "Oh, good morning." Emma said, rubbing her eyes. Mrs. Lynch smiled. "I thought I had better wake you up. It's only seven o' clock, but I figured you needed to pack up and get ready for your day." Emma sat up in her bed. Her plane would be leaving in five hours. "Thank you. I do have a lot to do before I go. Oh, and thanks so much for letting me sleep here." Emma said with a sleepy smile. "Well, of course! Anytime." Mrs. Lynch told Emma. She sat on the side of the bed, and then added with a smile, "And I do mean 'anytime.'" Emma smiled back. "I'm not too sure when I'll be back. Or," Emma started. "if I will be able to come back." Mrs. Lynch nodded. "I understand. Plane tickets can be a pretty penny. I've really learned that from all of the plane rides that the kids have taken to get to and from shows. Anyway, I can promise you a place to stay anytime you can come visit, which would help you with expenses." Emma couldn't believe how kind Mrs. Lynch had been to Emma, even after they had only spoken a few times. "Wow, that's very kind of you. That would cut down my expenses so much. Oh, but I can give money for letting me stay." But Mrs. Lynch simply shook her head. "Oh, I would not have that. Certainly not. You would be our welcomed guest. Plus," Mrs. Lynch added, "I know my kids would really enjoy it if you would visited us again." Emma smiled again. Though she did not know Mrs. Lynch well, she did feel like this woman was becoming something like a second mom to her. Though it was true that no one could replace her mother, Mrs. Lynch had made Emma feel like she was always welcomed in the Lynch household. That was pretty special to Emma. "Thank you." Emma said. After a short silence, Emma said, "I guess I had better get going." "Oh, before you go, I made you breakfast. Only my husband and I are awake so far, but we would love it if you came downstairs and joined us for a few minutes." Emma agreed. She envisioned the inside of her hotel room, where her clothes laid in heaping mess on the floor. Emma figured she could toss all of the clothes into her suitcase if she became short on time.

Emma followed Mrs. Lynch into the family's kitchen. Mr. Lynch sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. He looked up from his newspaper and smiled at Emma. "Good morning." Mr. Lynch said. "Good morning." Emma said. "Take a seat, dear. I'll make you a plate. Do you want coffee?" Mrs. Lynch asked Emma as she walked towards the stove. "Yes, please. Could I have a little cream in my coffee?" Emma asked. "You sure can." Mrs. Lynch said with a smile. Emma was sure that Mrs. Lynch was a morning person. "Did you sleep okay?" Mr. Lynch asked Emma as she sat down at the table. "I did, thank you." Emma responded. Mr. Lynch looked up from his newspaper at Emma. "Wow, good manners. Someone raised you well." Mrs. Lynch nodded in agreement, and said, "You could teach our boys a thing or two about that, Emma." Emma laughed. "Well thanks." she said.

A couple of minutes later, Mrs. Lynch had placed a cup of coffee and a plate of sausage and french toast in front of Emma. She sat down across from Emma at the table, a cup of coffee in her hand. "So, speaking of our boys..." Mrs. Lynch started. "I was just wondering, are you and Ross... well, are you seeing each other, or...?" Emma should have seen this conversation coming. "Oh. Um..." Mrs. Lynch held up her hand. "Oh, hold that thought." Mrs. Lynch turned to her husband. "Darling, could you give us a moment?" Mr. Lynch argued, "This is my kitchen table, too. Plus, I want to hear this." Emma felt embarrassed, and her face started to get red. "Please." Mrs. Lynch said. "This is girl talk." Mr. Lynch sighed, then got up from the table and went to the living room. "Now, where were we?" Mrs. Lynch said with a smile. Emma laughed. "Well, I was just going to say that Ross and I... aren't exactly seeing each other." Mrs. Lynch turned her head sideways and looked confused. "So you're not dating? That's surprising. Can I ask why not?" Emma took a sip of her coffee. "Well, I told Ross that I didn't think we'd be able to make a long-distance relationship work. I guess my friends who have tried it have had unsuccessful relationships." Mrs. Lynch nodded slowly. "I see. Well, you'll never know if something will fail unless you try it, right? Sorry, I know you didn't want advice or anything. I suppose that's just how I feel." Mrs. Lynch said. "And, I guess... when Ross talks about you, and each time I saw him look at you yesterday, well... I just know you're really special to him. I've never seen him look at someone like that. Do you think you might feel the same way about him?" Mrs. Lynch asked. Emma thought for a moment. She didn't know how to describe just how she felt, so she thought she'd try her best to tell Mrs. Lynch how she felt. As she was about to speak, she started to laugh. She just laughed at herself, and these funny emotions that she'd never had before. These butterflies that made her stomach tickle that she had never experienced before.

"I guess, um... I don't know what it's supposed to feel like to love someone. I mean, I love my parents, and I have some great friends who mean the world to me. But, there's never been a guy that I've felt these sort of feelings for. I've only dated one guy. That didn't go so well. Anyway, I never loved him. Then I met Ross when I came here. I know he and I have only known each other for a short time, but I've gotten to know him quite a bit. Well, with Ross... when I'm around him, I just... I get these feelings that I've never felt before. I feel my heart beat a little faster. My face gets warm, and sometimes I'll feel like there are butterflies in my stomach. But then, and this is the thing I like the most... after a few seconds, once I've realized that Ross is no longer the guy I've seen on television, but instead my friend, I'll just relax and be myself. I can't remember relaxing and not worrying about what my past boyfriend thought about me. But with Ross, I can just be myself. Which is amazing." Emma said with a big smile. "I mean, I can be myself around my friends and my parents. But I was never too sure If I'd be able to around a guy. So it's really comforting to know that I can be myself around Ross, and he will still like me even if I say or do something goofy. It makes me feel like I can be myself around anyone. So, anyway... yeah, Ross is really special to me, too." Mrs. Lynch looked like she might cry, which had not been Emma's intention. Mrs. Lynch, however, reached across the table and dabbed a napkin again Emma's cheek. Emma had actually been tearing up herself as she had talked about her feelings. "That sounds like love to me." Mrs. Lynch told Emma. Mrs. Lynch dabbed her own eyes. Emma smiled. "Really?" she asked. Mrs. Lynch nodded. "You know, what you just described to me... not everyone gets to find a love like that. Where you can just be yourselves around each other. It's really special. In fact, I think it's a special enough kind of love that it could withstand the distance between you two. Even if that's all the way from Los Angeles to...?" "Indianapolis." Emma answered with a laugh. Mrs. Lynch laughed as well. "I have so much to learn about you." she told Emma, and Emma smiled back.

"Well, I should let you eat. I'm going to find my husband." Mrs. Lynch said with a smile. Mrs. Lynch left the kitchen, leaving Emma alone. As Emma ate, she couldn't help but feel excited that she had finally verbally concluded how she felt about Ross. She felt like what she was feeling could really be love. Just the thought of it made Emma's heart race. Emma quickly ate, and she finished drinking her coffee as Mr. and Mrs. Lynch came back into the kitchen. "Thank you for breakfast, Mrs. Lynch." Emma said with a smile. Mrs. Lynch smiled. "Oh, you're very welcome. And please, call me Stormie. You can call this guy Mark." Stormie said, pointing to her husband. Mark smiled. "Well I'm going to sit at our kitchen table and read my newspaper, as I had been before getting kicked out." Mark joked as he sat at the table. Emma laughed. "I should get going. Thanks again." Emma said to Stormie as she stood to go. "Alright, well you're not going anywhere without these." Stormie handed Emma the clutch Emma had used the night before, which held her car key and cell phone. "And I have a feeling this is yours, too. I don't think Ross wears dresses." Stormie handed Emma the dress she had worn the night before. Emma remembered tossing it on the floor after she changed. Emma laughed. "Thanks. I don't think he does, either." Stormie had a curious smile on her face. "Oh, I went to the bathroom to change clothes. I promise." Emma explained before Stormie could think otherwise. "Don't worry, I trust you." Stormie answered, though Emma wasn't sure if that meant that Stormie trusted Emma with Ross, but didn't believe what Emma was saying or not. "Our family will come by and say goodbye." Stormie told Emma. Emma smiled. "Okay. I'll see you soon." With that, Emma walked down the hallway and let herself out of the front door.

Back inside the Lynch house, Mark asked Stormie, "What are you thinking?" Stormie looked as if she was devising a plan. "I'm thinking... that I need to go talk to Riker. Ross tells him about girls more than he tells you and I about them."
 
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I can't wait for the next chapter!! c: