Emma didn't know what she had planned. Honestly, at this point, she couldn't have cared less about how she spent the New Year.
Maybe it was the sudden drop in Christmas spirit. Maybe it was the fact that she had looked back over the last year and realized that, yet again, she hadn't done one single truly meaningful thing in the last twelve months. Either way, Emma absolutely hated New Years Eve.
Stupid couples and their New Years kiss. Stupid time of reflection. Stupid New Years resolutions. None of it appealed to her. Woo freaking hoo... it's 2008. Can the world please go back to normal now?
Most people would have thought that Emma loved New Years. She was a party girl, after all. However, it was always the same to her... her parent's sofa, a depressing movie, and her favorite sweats.
As a matter of fact, that was exactly what she was prepared to do when a knocked echoed through the house. She was sprawled out, remote in hand, with one dingy sweat pant covered leg thrown onto the back of the sofa.
"Ellllll," she called loudly, unwilling to move. "Someone is at the door." Pause. "Brooooooooke. Mooooom. Daaaaaad. SOMEONE GET THE DOOR!"
When not one came, she exhaled in an annoyed fashion before dropping the remote to the floor and pushing herself into a standing position.
Her hair was thrown into a messy ponytail and her favorite sweats had more than a few stains. If she would've known that David was coming, she would have definitely changed.
As it was, though, she didn't figure that person knocking on the door was for her and she hastily pulled it open.
Imagine her surprise when David was staring back at her.
There was a definite oh of surprise before she spoke. "David... wow... what are you doing here?" It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, she was just really shocked.