“YOU DID IT EMMA!” Tessa squealed, nearly tackling her cousin to the ground. “You and me are going to the final showdown! I can’t believe you did it!”
“I never doubted her for a second!” Said Paul, shaking her by the shoulder.
Emma laughed, “Thanks, Uncle Paul! I couldn’t have gotten this far without you two,” she said, hugging Tessa back. Paul wrapped his arms around the both of them, squeezing them against one another as he roared with laughter.
“You two are gonna win this, I just know it!”
“If we win-” Emma began.
“WHEN!” Tessa corrected her.
“When! When we win, will this be your first belt, Uncle Paul?” She asked.
Paul nodded, “Oh it’ll be OUR first belt together!” He replied, “So you had best rest up and get your A game on!” He said, pulling them both to the breakroom.
Emma flopped down on the couch and pulled off her cap, wiping her brow while Tessa opened up the fridge and pulled out two sodas, tossing one to her cousin. The can hissed as Emma opened it and took a long swig.
“Ahh… thanks, Tess.” She said, holding the can close. Tessa flopped down beside her, popping the tab on her own can before downing nearly half of it.
“Yeah. You know, there’s a shower in the back if you wanna clean yourself up for the big showdown.” She replied.
Emma smiled, “Oh man… a shower would be great right now.” After sitting for a few more moments sipping at their soda, Tessa cleared her throat.
“Man, Emms, I didn’t think you had it in ya to knock Frankie out like that.”
Emma sighed. “I didn’t either. Is… Is she okay?”
“I’m sure she’s fine, I mean, you two would’ve had to face off anyway, right?” Replied Tessa.
Emma looked down at her soda, dipping it back to drink deeply from the can.
“I guess you’re right. Either one of us would’ve had to throw out the other at some point… I just hope she isn’t mad.”
“Stop it, Emms! If she’s mad at you then to hell with her - no friend would be mad at you for winning.” Her cousin scoldedPost too long. Click here to view the full text.