Emily walked in the door to the Quartermaine mansion.

"Emily, is that you?" Monica walked out into the foyer. She gasped when she saw her daughter.

"Emily, what on earth happened to you?"

"Where is that child? Emily!" Edward came out of the parlor.

"Nothing happened, Mom."

"Good gracious." Edward took one look at her mud caked clothes and matted wet hair and gasped. "You go right on up there and change your clothes." he ordered.

But Emily was already on her way upstairs. She closed her door behind her and collapsed on the bed. She closed her eyes and soon fell fast into a dreamless sleep.

"Lucky!"

Lucky turned around to see Lizzie Webber walking towards him. He groaned.

"Not now, Lizzie." he said. He started to turn, but Elizabeth grabbed his arm.

"I need to talk to you about someone."

"Who?"

"Someone who you might not think of a whole lot needs you."

Lucky sighed. "I told you. I'm here for Sarah, not Nikolas." he turned around and started to walk off.

"I'm not talking about Nikolas, you jerk! I'm talking about one of your close friends. Does the name Emily ring a bell?"

Lucky stopped. "What about Emily?"

Lizzie crossed her arms. "If you would ask her then you would know, wouldn't you?"

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

Lizzie uncrossed her arms and softened. "She's fine. But she could use a friend."

Emily awoke to the sound of knocking at her door.

She slowly opened her eyes. "Come in." she said sleepily. She sat up as the door to her room opened.

"Emily?"

"Lucky?"

Lucky walked into her room. "Em, what happened?"

Emily looked at him like he was crazy. "What do you mean 'what happened'?"

He gestured to her muddy clothes. She looked down and felt her cheeks grow red.

"Oh, I went for a walk and got caught in the rain." she looked up. "So, long time no see."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"What brings you here?"

"I just wanted to see if you were ok. I thought that you might want to do something tonight. We could go see a movie or get snow cones or something."

Emily sighed. "Why, Lucky? Why now all of a sudden?"

"I just thought that you needed a friend."

Who did he think he was? Emily thought. All of those times when she needed him before, he wasn't there.

She could feel herself growing angry.

"Right Lucky. I do need a friend. But not one who is never around, especially when I need them."

"What are you talking about?" Lucky looked genuinely confused.

"Where were you when I needed you? When I was going through that whole Dorman thing with my family? When I was getting high, when Matt died? Where were you then when I was feeling scared and alone? I was so confused then, I didn't know where to turn. I had no friends, do you know what that is like? I had no one to talk to and that made me even more frightened. No snow cone can fix that."

Lucky watched her as she got more upset. He felt a deep feeling of regret. She was right. Where was he?

"I'm sorry." He said.

Emily shook her head and looked away from him. "You don't get it, Lucky."

"What else do you want me to say, Em? I said that I was sorry. I know that I can't erase the past, but I'm here now, aren't I?" Lucky stared at her.

"I need to hear it. That you're still my friend. That you won't go away again. That you still want to be my friend. Lately, the only person that I would call a friend is Nikolas."

Emily could see Lucky's eyes glaze over at that name.

"Yes, Nikolas. It's amazing how two brothers can be so alike, yet so different.

"I am nothing like Nikolas." Lucky said angrily.

Emily stared at him for a moment before speaking. "You're right, you're not."

Lucky looked at her, hurt in his eyes. "I came over here because I thought that you needed a friend."

"I did, Lucky. For the past months I've needed a friend. But were you there? Why should today be any different than the past six months?" Emily's voice softened, but the pain in her voice didn't go away. "Because Lizzie told you that I needed you, right? Well, I don't, Lucky. Not anymore." Emily tried to hold back the tears that were starting to sting her eyes. "Please leave." she whispered.

"Emily-"

"Leave, Lucky!" she shouted. "I don't need you or your stupid sympathy!"

Lucky looked at her, astonished. His eyes narrowed as anger started to form.

"Fine!" he yelled. He went out the door and slammed it behind him.

Emily grabbed a pillow off of her bed and threw it at the door. Tears began to fall and she sank to the floor, burying her chin in her knees.

"I don't need you, Lucky Spencer." she whispered. "I don't."

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