I needed to see Emily. I stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell. I took a deep breath, waiting for an answer. Shortly after, a lady opened the door. She was the replica of Emily and so I knew she was Emily's mom.
"Hi, can I help you?" She asked the moment she saw me.
Now I know I shouldn't have worn something other than this 49ers shirt, now she won't stop staring at my muscled arm with scars.
"Yeah, uh... I was wondering if I could see Xavier, we're friends from school," I managed to finish.
She stood by the door frame giving me a blank stare as if analyzing me.
"Oh," she muttered. My son isn't feeling too well, I don't think he wants to entertain visitors."
"Yeah, he texted me."
I wasn't sure what else to say, she looked like she was keen on not letting me in.
"Can I c
