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Emma laughed half heartedly at Greyson's remark about 'smoking weed and getting laid'. She had never tried weed before, and look where getting laid had gotten her. If that's what Greyson wanted to do though, who was she to tell him otherwise?

"That sounds like fun." She said, smiling up at him. A real smile, not a forced one. Emma wasn't sure if he meant it or not, but she was hoping for the best. Maybe hanging out here and there could make things easier with deciding on how to move forward with Colby. It would probably be worse for him to watch her and Greyson fight than it would be for him to never meet Greyson at all. Things were starting to look up today.

Emma took her phone out of her pocket as it started to buzz loudly. A picture of Tyler popped up on the screen above his name. "Hey Ty, what's up?" she said cheerily. Her smile faded quickly though. All she could here in the background was Colby screaming crying.

"Emma?" Tyler said, his voice was calm, unnaturally calm.

"Yeah, Tyler, what's going on?" Emma said. She was trying to stay calm, but Colby's voice was making that nearly impossible. It tore into her, almost as if she could feel his pain.

"Em could you come back to the park? Colby fell off a swing and- no, no it's okay ma'am, we don't need any help, thank you though- Emma, you still there?" Tyler said as another of Colby's wails came through.

Emma was already walking back towards the park, "I'm on my way." She put her phone back in her pocket and sped up a little. Crap she thought as she saw Greyson out of the corner of her eye. "Colby fell off a swing and he's freaking out." She said. If he wanted to come he could, if not he didn't have to. Emma didn't have time to wait around for an answer though, so she didn't ask. She was walking as fast as she could. Tyler hadn't actually said what was wrong, just that Colby fell off a swing. Was he seriously hurt? Should she be calling an ambulance or something? Her pace hastened as the possibilities flew through her mind. There were way too many of them.

As soon as the park came into view, Emma's eyes locked on Colby. There were people standing around staring. She could see Tyler looking right at her. "Colby sweetheart!" Emma said, kneeling on the ground next to him. He buried himself in her embrace, his wails slowing to hiccups. The onlooking parents turned their attention back to their own children as Emma examined Colby. He didn't look too hurt, with the exception of a large cut extending the length of his left arm. There was a whole lot of blood. "Let's go get this cleaned up." She said as calmly as she could, standing up and scooping him up into her arms.