"Oh no!" I gasped, as Gwen fell from the tower while Spiderman was battling the Green Goblin.

"Oh please," Emmett scoffed, snacking on some Milk Duds. "As if they'd let Spiderman's love die."

"True," I agreed, watching as Spiderman caught her just before she hit the floor.

"See?" Emmett asked, reaching over to nudge me.

My heart pounded in my chest, watching as Spiderman called out for Gwen, waiting for her to wake up.

And then blood dripped from Gwen's lifeless body.

"Oh my God," I said, my eyes widening as the shot zoomed out.

"No," Emmett declined.

The next shot was a funeral.

"Holy shit," I said, falling back on the couch as a tear rolled down my cheek. "They killed her."

"But that's not fair!" Emmett protested.

"Poor Peter already lost his parents," I said, as more tears continued to stream down my cheeks. "And now he's lost his one true love."

"That's got to suck."

That's low Spiderman 2 writers, that's just low.

"I don't like that movie," I pouted, as the ending credits rolled.

"It ended happy," Emmett pointed out.

"Not really."

"Considering everything that happened," he amended.

"The writers of that movie must hate love," I said, throwing away my empty package of Skittles.

"Love is overrated," Emmett said, with a shrug.

"Well you have to actually be in love first before you can make comments about it."

"I am," he said, with a smirk. "I love pizza. And I love playing soccer. And I love partying."

I rolled my eyes, throwing a pillow at him.

"Speaking of pizza," Emmett said, his eyes lighting up.

"Count me out."

"But we haven't even eaten dinner yet."

"Do you know how many calories are in a Skittles package?" I asked him.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"231," I informed him. "That's practically dinner."

He just continued to stare at me.

"Stop that."

"Okay for one, Skittles are not dinner," he informed me. "And for two, do you honestly think 231 calories constitutes a dinner?"

"Well not an entire dinner, but most of it."

"It doesn't," he declined. "Not even close."

Well this conversation just got really awkward very quickly.

"So how was the tournament this weekend?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I already told you," he reminded me, heading into the kitchen. "We won."

"That's not what I asked dimwit."

He chuckled, pulling out a to-go menu from the Pizza Palace down the street. "Well I started on Saturday morning's game, and then didn't Saturday afternoon. And then started again Sunday morning."

"So what happened Saturday afternoon?"

"Coach said he wanted to save me for later," Emmett said, with a shrug. "Does tortellini sound good?"

"Yeah, sure."

Emmett grabbed his phone, placing a delivery order at the Pizza Palace.

"Was it hot?"

"Incredibly," he said, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I was soaked after the Saturday morning game."

"Gross."

"And I had to wear that same uniform in the afternoon."

"Even grosser."

He laughed.

"So where do you play this Saturday?" I asked him, as I stretched out across the couch.

"Inverness."

"Sounds far."

"Yeah, it's about a two-and-a-half hour drive from here."

"Do you play morning and afternoon again?"

"Yeah, on Saturday. And then that determines whether we play Sunday or not."

"I want to come to the morning game," I said, flipping to face him.

"Be my guest."

"Will you start?"

He shrugged. "That's not up to me."

"Well why not?"

He laughed again.

I'll probably have to bring Michelle with me, since Parker will more than likely be in Miami.

"And you're being careful right?"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're using your inhaler and nebulizer, taking your meds-"

"I am," Emmett said, interrupting me. "You do not have to worry about me."

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before."

He rolled his eyes. "Trust me, my coach isn't going to let me overplay. He's got a deep bench with plenty of good players waiting to take my place."

"Well I don't like the sound of that any better."

He shrugged. "That's the way the game's played. I'm just happy to have a starting position."

~*~

"Inverness," Michelle said, her feet propped up on my dashboard. "Sounds like wilderness."

"Yes," I said, rolling my eyes. "Emmett is playing his game out in the wilderness today. It's against the trained circus bears."

Michelle made a face at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

My phone went off, Parker's face popping up.

"Hello?" I asked, turning down the radio.

"Made it there yet?" he asked me.

"Not quite, we're just a few minutes out. Why?"

"Just checking up on you."

"You don't need to do that. I'm capable of driving."

"I know that, I'm just making sure you get there safely."

I couldn't help but smile.

"I'll text you when I get there," I promised. "How's Lee?"

"He's actually doing better," Parker said, his voice picking up a little. "He's in a lot higher spirits today."

"Yay!" I cheered. "I'm so happy to hear that. Send him my love."

"I'm the only one that gets to receive your love."

A blush crept up across my cheeks. "You're such a goober."

He laughed. "Alright, I've got to go. Be safe."

"I will," I promised, before hanging up.

"You're blushing," Michelle pointed out.

"That's because my boyfriend is an idiot."

"Well clearly. But there's something else!"

"What are you, Sherlock Holmes?"

My GPS told me to turn down this side street, and it looked like I was turning into someone's neighborhood.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Michelle asked me.

"Don't ask me, ask Tom."

And then we turned again, revealing soccer fields.

"Well that was unexpected," Michelle commented, as I pulled into the parking lot.

I hopped out of the car, grabbing my Big Gulp and picnic blanket.

Michelle and I found Emmett's soccer field, and I laid out my picnic blanket, taking a seat before sending Parker a text to let him know I'd arrived safely.

He was such a parent sometimes, I swear.

"So back to Parker," Michelle started.

I waved her off as the boys took the field, Emmett starting.

I was smiling from ear-to-ear. This was definitely a proud sister moment.

Emmett's team had the kick-off, and Emmett passed it off to his center midfielder before shooting up the field.

"It's really hot out here," I said to Michelle, as I took a sip of my Big Gulp.

"We should've been soccer moms," Michelle said, pointing to the soccer mom a couple of seats down who was decked out with her folding chair that had a built-in cover, a sun visor, sunglasses, and a mini fan.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

The center midfielder passed it off to the outside midfielder, who shot up the sideline with it.

Emmett was wide open in the box.

The cross came in, and of course it was straight to the goalie.

"Boo," I muttered, watching as the goalie punted it down the field.

The game dragged on through the first half. Anytime Emmett's team had a breakaway, they could never finish.

That really bugged me.

"Do you think they'll pull him?" I asked Michelle.

"Who? Emmett?"

I rolled my eyes. "The guy we just drove two-and-a-half hours to see moron."

"I don't know about you, but I don't mind any of these boys."

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head.

When the half ended, Emmett took two hits from his inhaler before retaking the field, a new striker by his side.

"Do you think the heat is bothering his asthma?" I asked Michelle.

"It's probably not helping it."

It was the opposing team's kick-off, and they did the little passing game as they traveled up the field.

One of the defenders on Emmett's team regained control of the ball, passing it to one of our midfielders.

Emmett was already in action, and the center midfielder passed him the ball.

He dribbled it up the field, juking out a defender before passing the ball off to the left midfielder and then sprinting up the field.

The left midfielder passed it back, and Emmett took a shot on goal, putting a good amount of force behind the ball.

The ball went sailing into the upper left-hand corner of the goal, slamming into the back of the net.

I jumped to my feet, cheering for Emmett.

I got some concerned looks, but Emmett flashed me a smile and a thumbs-up.

"You're so enthusiastic," Michelle commented.

"It's so exciting."

"That's definitely opinion."

"You're such a party pooper."

The rest of the game just sort of dragged on, neither team scoring.

And the game ended 1-0, Emmett with the only goal.

I waited for Emmett after the game.

"Good job!" I said, throwing my arms around his neck.

He was soaked with sweat.

"And now I'm going to have to soak in bleach," I said, detaching myself from him.

"I warned you," Emmett said, laughing as he shook his sweaty hair at me.

"Great goal," Michelle said. "I'd high-five you or something but you're super gross."

"Bus in five!" one of Emmett's teammates informed him, as he passed us.

Emmett flashed him a thumbs-up.

"So you're staying here tonight?"

"As long as we win this afternoon," Emmett said, reaching into his bag for his inhaler.

"You okay?"

"It's fucking hot," Emmett said, before taking a single hit from his inhaler.

"Are you going to be okay for the game this afternoon?"

"I promise you I'll live through it."

I rolled my eyes, kissing his cheek before he had to head to his team bus.

"So what's the plan for lunch?" Michelle asked me, as I rolled up my picnic blanket. "I'm thinking Chick-Fil-A."

"No surprise there."

"Don't even pretend like you weren't thinking it too."

"I was," I admitted. "Find a Chick-Fil-A on your phone."

~*~

"I'll meet you there," Parker promised. "I'm just stuck in traffic."

"Boo," I complained.

"Yeah, you're telling me. I'm not even hitting 20 right now."

"Well I guess I'll see you there then."

"Just don't leave the party once you get there?"

"I won't," I promised, with a laugh.

"Alright, be safe."

"That's twice today."

"Okay, okay. Don't be safe. Get drunk and go skinny dipping."

"Shut up, that was once."

He laughed. "Love you, see you in a few."

"Love you too, bye."

I was wearing a pair of ripped shorts and a long-sleeve red and black checkered flannel shirt. I pulled on a pair of black knee-high socks, only they came up a bit higher on me.

"Does this look weird?" I asked Michelle, turning to face her.

She shook her head.

I slipped my feet into my black Converse, the ones Parker had given me.

To complete the outfit, I looped a black scarf around my neck and paired it with a black beanie.

"You ready?" I asked, turning to face Michelle.

Michelle was wearing a black and white striped top with black leggings. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect bun, with a few wisps around her face.

"Ready," she agreed.

The party was already in full swing when we got there, because we could never seem to arrive on time.

"I'll grab you a drink," Michelle promised, before leaving me in the living room.

Well the used-to-be living room, which had been converted into a dance floor.

"Well if it isn't my favorite person," Colin said, coming up beside me.

"Hey Colin," I said, with a smile.

"Is your brother making an appearance tonight?"

"Oh so you finally figured it out? What gave it away?"

"I'll admit, I didn't know you were Emmett's sister," Colin said, with a shake of his head. "But Emily, I want to get to know you."

"How about no?"

Michelle came up and handed me my drink, and I took a sip. "My boyfriend will be here any moment, so you probably want to get lost. He's definitely the jealous type."

"Let me guess? Parker Adams?"

I didn't answer.

"You're so predictable Emily. Just one dance?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Come on," Michelle said, pulling me away from Colin.

We found a few friends on the dance floor, and I finished my drink off in a few songs.

I tried not to down it, taking a bit more slowly than usual.

I didn't want to drink was much as I usually did tonight because I didn't want the hangover that came with it.

As I finished my first drink, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I whipped around to throw my cup in Colin's face, only to see a smiling Parker behind me.

"Hey!" I said, throwing my arms around him. "When'd you get here?"

"A few minutes ago," he said, hugging me back. "I was looking for you!"

I led him off the dance floor and into the kitchen. "Care to get me a drink?"

"I'd be happy to."

He got me a new cup from the keg and I took a sip. "You're driving me home tonight?"

He nodded.

"You don't have to be the responsible one," I reminded him. "We can call a taxi."

"I'll always be the responsible one," he said, with a laugh. "I can't help it."

"That's actually pretty sexy."

"Is it?"

I nodded, placing my cup down and wrapping my arms around his neck. "A definite turn on."

"Those shorts you're wearing are a turn on," he said, looking around to check me out.

I shook my head, pressing my lips to his.

And then I heard the sirens.

I immediately pulled away from Parker, his eyes just as wide as mine.

The front door opened, and two police officers came in.

But looking outside you could see that there were more cop cars outside.

"Shit," I said, my eyes snapping back up to meet Parker's.

People were trying to run, but it was honestly pointless. There were cop cars everywhere, and cops were pouring into the house.

A cop came over and whisked Parker and me outside.

"Names?" the cop asked us.

"Emily Winston," I said, my teeth chattering.

"Parker Adams," Parker informed the officer.

"And how old are you?"

"17," I informed the officer.

"18," Parker said.

"Have you been drinking tonight?"

Parker exchanged glances with me.

"Um, yes sir," I said, looking back over at the officer.

It's better to tell the truth than try and lie tipsy.

"And you?" the officer asked Parker.

"No sir," Parker declined, quietly.

"I'm going to need you both to come with me. Were you aware of the marijuana upstairs?"

Great.

I shook my head, as did Parker.

We were escorted to the back of the officer's car and taken down to the station.

I pressed my face into Parker's shoulder, tears rolling down my cheeks.

He wrapped an arm around my torso, rubbing my back soothingly.

I was so fucked.

At the police station I had to take a breathalyzer test, which beeped in at .04

I hadn't even had that much to drink.

"You're being charged with underage drinking," the officer informed me.

Parker was gone. I didn't know where they'd taken him.

I couldn't stop crying in order to respond to the police officer.

"Because you're 17 years of age, this will be transferred to the Juvenile Assessment Center," the officer continued. "There they'll have the decision to continue with your case or transfer you to Teen Court."

I nodded, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

I had to get back into the police officer's car, and was taken to the Juvenile Assessment Center.

There they confiscated my belongings and essentially booked me.

I'd never been so scared before.

They were going to call my parents, who were God knows where. They wouldn't be able to get a flight here until tomorrow, which meant I was trapped here.

I was going to have to spend the night in jail.

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So what did you guys think about Emmett & Emily's little sibling date? Sorry for the Spiderman 2 spoiler, hope you've all seen it. What about Emmett's soccer game? And then the party of course. Did you expect that to happen?

The picture up there at the tip top of the chapter was submitted by samlizzy99. Be sure to give it a look.

So I started a new album on my Facebook page where I post all of the outfits I either post here in the sotry or describe, but don't actually post a picture of. So if you guys are ever curious, feel free to go and look that up.

Teaser: Emily is charged with underaged drinking. And Parker isn't in the clear himself.

Update: Thursday