After two hours or so, we decided it was about time to go home. We had another interesting experience on the subway. Don't want to get too into it, but point is, S'more can't wear that hood anymore, especially around horizontally challenged smoker businessmen during rush hour.
We were pretty tired on our walk back to the Smash, despite that it was only about five o'clock. Shawn went back to his place without even stepping into the Smash because he apparently had a project due the day we get back to school (the following day) and he didn't start it yet. Mickey went with him, since they live in the same house and she might as well go.
Emma stuck around, because she lives above the Smash, and Bridget, Kyle, S'more, and Ty decided to, as well.
"Hey mom!" I said, as we walked in. She scrubbed an empty table.
"Hey kids!" She said, cheerfully. "I think this restaurant thing is working for me! Finally a job I'm good at! But enough about me. How was Central Park?"
"We didn't stay there long." I said.
"We went ice skating!" Emma exclaimed. She only had a good time cause Shawn taught her how to skate.
"Oh my gosh, Izzy are you okay?" Mom asked, worriedly, knowing that I am super clumsy.
"I'm fine. I only crashed into three people, but that was at the same time!" I assured her.
She laughed at me. "Good. Now introduce me to these kids." She motioned to Bridget, Kyle, and S'more with her rag. "I know Anthony."
"This is Bridget, Kyle, and, uh..." I wasn't sure what to call S'more; nickname, or real name? And what was his real name, again, anyway?
"Sam." He added in.
"You didn't know your own friends name?" Mom scolded me.
"They usually call me something else, but by adults I prefer to be called Sam." S'more informed her.
"Oh, okay. Izzy, you wanna show them to you and Emma's floor?"
"Sure." I shrugged, smiling proudly. I figured they'd think it was cool that we have our own floor, but then I realized they probably did, too. "Come." I lead them to the back, and upstairs.
"Oh my gosh, I LOVE your room!" Bridget exclaimed when we went in. Emma went off to drool about Shawn in her own room. I wasn't gonna remind her about her boyfriend till he called. "This is a great color! And your bed is so junky looking it's cool!"
"Interior decorator!" S'more whispered to Kyle, discretely.
"So what's the deal with you?" I asked Ty. "S'more and Kyle are all buddy-buddy, and Mickey and Bridget are, too. You just like, loner?" I hate my honestly sometimes, but sometimes I need to know things!
"I usually hang with Jalapeno, but he had to stay home to take care of his sick sister." Ty said.
"Oh yeah. I was wondering why he wasn't here. I just figured he was good friends with some other band members."
"Nah. He's kinda quiet, though, and doens't have a lot of friends. We've been friends since we were babies though. He also has a huge crush on Bridge and doesn't want to be around her."
"Ooh!" I sang, teasingly.
"I think Mickey likes me." He added.
"What? No." I said, awkwardly, being a bad liar and all.
"I don't know. I kind of do... But then there's Mindy, too. And I really like her. But she's really ... boisterous. And Mickey's really nice..."
"Okay, leave your debates to yourself." I decided. "And I have to meet this Mindy person."
"You should. I don't think you'd like her though. Then again, I don't know you too well... But you two don't really seem like you'd be friends."
"Well-," I began, but was interrupted by a crying Emma running into my room and screaming, "GET OUT!" I had to admit, I was a bit worried. She wasn't waring her sunglasses.
"What?" I asked.
"Get your little friends out of here, I need you right now!" Emma shouted, savagely.
"Um, you guys can come to the Smash for dinner? And invite Mickey and Shawn?" I suggested. "Sorry, but you don't want to be around mad Emma."
"Okay." Kyle shrugged.
"That's fine." Bridget assured me. "Wait." She rushed to my desk, grabbed a pen and a post it, and wrote her number. "Text me!" She smiled, and walked out with the guys.
"Sorry!" I called, waited till they got downstairs, and gave Emma a ticked off, "What?"
"Come to my room. Now." She stomped to her room and collapsed onto her bed, crying.
I prepared myself for some massive complaining.