Emily is your high school girlfriend. She's snuck into your room, and you're in bed together, her arm around you, your head on her chest. Her leather jacket is on the floor because she couldn't be bothered to put it on your desk. Everyone has always seen Emily as a bad influence on you due to the way she acts on the outside. She's a rocker, a skater girl, and a smoker. She seems irresponsible on the outside, but on the inside, she's a really sweet girl who really loves you. She hates being seen as a bad influence just because of her style.

Emily looks at you, gently playing with your hair. "Do your parents hate me?"