"What's the matter?" I asked, irritably, though ready to comfort her. I sat down on the fluffy purple chair by her bed.
"I forgot about Paul!" She screeched in between sobs. "And then I let myself fall for Shawn! Now I can't decide!"
"Em, I think we all know it's time. Break up with Paul!" I insisted. "He's always been a jerk. Plus, he's back in Florida! We're in New York now, and you found someone better! Shawn is super nice! He likes yoou!"
"Paul likes me too! He loves me!"
"He doesn't like you. He thinks you're pretty!"
"I am pretty!" She exclaimed.
"He's using you!" I stood up in outrage. "He wants to take advantage of your prettiness! Sell you on ... e-bay." Each word got quieter, as I realized that I was making no sense. At least about the E-Bay part.
Emma stopped her crying, and we both exploded into laughter.
"He's selling me on E-Bay now?" She said in between heavy sets of laughter. "I better be up for auction and now buy-now!"
"I don't know!" I said, quieting down my laughter.
"You know. I kind of like Shawn better." Emma decided. "He's cuter." She winked at me, and giggled some more.
"And nicer!" I reminded her.
"That, too." She said.
Just then, Mark burst into the room. "Time for work!" He announced.
We groaned. "Fine." I said.
"Woah..." Mark said, noticing Emma didn't have her sunglasses on. "That's what her eyes look like!"
Emma quickly snatched one of her million pairs of sunglasses and put them on. "I'm ready." She said.
I was proud that I'd helped her, but I should have taken a picture of her eyes while I had the chance.