September 11th, 1978
Who: Emmet Belby and Giada Vance
What: Their first breakup ;[
Why: Because Voldemort's an asshole
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
That was pretty much the only thing worth repeating in this situation - Emmet glanced around his flat, resisting the urge to kick the couch. Because he'd already done that and nearly broke his foot and hit his head on the wall as he was jumping around because of said hurt food. He was in so much fucking trouble. So much. Emmet couldn't believe that Caradoc had gotten him into this shit - well, he wasn't going to let Caradoc take him down too. What the fuck would they want with him? Emmet didn't think highly of himself at all, but he knew that there was nothing he could offer - his brother would be the one they wanted. Emmet was already riled up because he'd come from Damocles' flat where he'd had a big row about nothing which wasn't helped by the appearance of The Wallaby and now Emmet was just riled up and mad.
He didn't want to have to do what he was going to do but, Giada couldn't get hurt. Emmet loved her so much, he knew this was going to hurt beyond belief, but he couldn't let her be a target. He knew exactly how he was going to do it too - he had been sort of ignoring it, because it had been such a fantastic present and he actually had a contract to do two demo songs with Apple Records, but how did a very pureblooded, very sheltered, barely let out of the house girl get in touch with the head of a major Muggle record company? Something just didn't add up and Emmet really didn't want to question it - but he was looking for a fight. He needed to pick something big and lying, well he was a fucking hypocrite, but that was something he decided he could fight about.
The door opened and Emmet spun around, looking a little disheveled and his place a little bit of a mess because of the whole hopping-head-hitting thing. There was a red mark on the left side of his forehead and he had his hands linked on top of his head. Emmet couldn't stop the pang in his heart as he took in her apperance and he frowned deeply. "Hey. Thanks for, you know, coming over so soon."
Oh, crap, crap, crap. What could she have done? Crap, crap. He looked like a mess, was asking her over all urgently, and he was frowning. Deeply. Big frown. Biiiig frown. Big frowns were never good, and Giada smiled sheepishly at Emmet as she closed the door behind her, trying to stop her hands from shaking because ugh she was such a nervous wreck when things were tense and what was bad was that she could usually tell when things were bad.
"Yeah, you know---I was watching Roger, but Ally got home earlier so my parents weren't expecting me back for like another two hours or something..." Giada nodded a bit and realized she was still leaning against the door. Not sure if she should move just yet, she shrugged and finally pushed herself away, pulling off her scarf (it was getting chilly and she whipped out her autumn clothes as soon as she could).
She came around the couch, trying not to obviously look like she was checking out the mess his flat was in, and scrunched her face lightly. "What's up?"
Emmet scratched his neck and took a deep breath, looking down at her before letting his hands drop and pulled her into a quick hug before taking a step back and shoving his hands into his pockets. Fuck, this was a lot harder than it should be. He cleared his throat, clearly taking his time and suddenly finding his stocking feet pretty interesting. Okay. Her fault. Make it her fault. Even though it wasn't. It was Caradoc's.
He looked up at her, biting his lip. Right. "So, I don't want to seem ungrateful or anything, because that was a bloody fantastic gift... I got a two song demo contract, by the way but. Giada, I know you told me not to ask, but where did you get the contacts for that? I, it just doesn't add up to me, you know?"
This was definitely unexpected, and she remained in that stiff shoulders, pulled into herself position from the hug, because that had been awkward. Why was he---he'd never questioned her before, he knew she had some sort of secret but it wasn't bad, she'd gotten him the auditions hadn't she? Oh, oh---she should just tell him, but what if he didn't really know? She just--no one could find out because then her parents could and then she'd be locked in the house forever.
"I--" oh, she was a really horrible liar when it came down to it, when the truth was thrown into her face. "I--I spilled coffee on him."
Which was true, she definitely had, but she'd also done it because she was so nervous to meet him and it had just been her being clumsy and! Ugh!
Emmet frowned further and crossed his arms over his chest, because that really hurt - she was actually lying to him! No matter that he was doing this just to break up with her but she...was actually lying! His jaw clenched and he took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes.
"So, you were just walking, and happened to bump into the head of Apple Records? Where on Earth would you be in the same place with someone like that?" Emmet was going to be sick, he was trying to stay calm but she wasn't making any sense and it was kind of pissing him off more. He just didn't want to be angry with her. He had to though, it was for her own good. "Why are you lying to me? I thought, I thought we had something really good here. That, that you can trust me to come over here and stay the night but you can't tell me what's going on?" He was horrible, Emmet knew this, he was a pretty damn good actor, and it felt bad to be using it on Giada.
"I'm not! I--I did, I just--it--"
Giada took a deep breath, pushing her hair back a few times as s he tried to force herself not to start crying because Emmet would understand, wouldn't he? He had to know that things were just different in her family and that she was doing it for their own good! She didn't like keeping secrets from him, but it's not as if it was hurting them, she didn't think. Getting him the audition was supposed to help! He'd gotten a demo! He was going places and---Giada sat down onto the couch, not able to look at him.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "It's not...I'm the midnight DJ on 106.1...It's just---I didn't tell anyone, Emmet, I wanted to, but--if my parents found out, they'd lock me up forever, it--I didn't want to lose everything and I was scared and---I'm sorry."
She finally managed to look up, feeling incredibly stupid for keeping it a secret for so long, as if Emmet could have been someone to spill the secret. It happened though, casual conversation and---Giada bit the inside of her cheeks, taking a nervous breath.
Emmet stepped back a few paces and swallowed hard, this was turning out to be more difficult than he'd thought. Emmet had never thought that she would actually lie to him. This was Giada! His good girl! He could hardly believe it - well, that she was working at a radio station, that he could, but that she lied to him? "Midnight DJ? Like. Twelve a.m." Suddenly the eleven-thirty departures-no matter what was going on-made more sense.
"You told me you had a curfew!" Emmet decided he couldn't play hurt here, he had to get mad. Right, he had to get rid of Giada so she could be safe. "You you, you fucking lied to me! How- what, What did you think I'd go running to your mummy and daddy? How could you not trust me with this? I seriously can't believe you! What - what were you thinking!" Oh Merlin, please don't cry, Emmet couldn't think he could do it if she started crying.
She couldn't even try to defend herself, she was so shocked that he was yelling at cursing. Giada had expected him to get mad, but in all honesty---was it that horrible of a thing she had done? Oh, oh God, he must think she had a million other secrets! No, no, no, this was it, she told him everything else, the radio station only took up four hours of her day, everything else Emmet knew, he knew everything else and no one else did and---
"Emmet!" she choked, standing and putting her hands up like a fool, because she couldn't find an argument and now her eyes were welling up and she felt even stupider and she just flailed around for a moment as she tried to calm herself down. They hadn't really fought before, she didn't know what to do! "I'm sorry, I trust you with everything, Emmet, I do I was just being a ch-chicken, I was so nervous!"
She ran another hand through her hair because heck if she knew what to do, and put her other hand out pleadingly. "I couldn't figure out how to tell you without---it---I'm sorry!"
"Don't!" Emmet stepped back more, "Don't, don't fucking touch me!" he yelled at her, feeling immediately guilty for it but he couldn't stop now. "No, no you don't trust me! I, I fucking, I let you into my life, I let you in here you met my brother and, what, I don't do that shit, I've been completely up front with everything about me and and, it's not that you lied about this, but I bet you still haven't even told your parents about us? What bout your brother? How come I never met him? Or your parents? I know! I know you're ashamed of me and my family. I, I don't think I can do this Giada."
There, he'd started it. Now he just, had to not vomit and keep going. "I, I need some time to think," he shook his head like he was extremely disappointed, unable to look at her because if he did, he wouldn't be able to do this. "We need some time off."
Giada's hand flew to her mouth as Emmet continued to yell, tears spilling out of her eyes because she couldn't believe how much she'd messed up. She could never have fathomed Emmet getting so upset, if she'd known---oh, God, she would have told him months ago, she couldn't stand it, it was literally hurting her heart to hear him say those words, to look at her like that, the fact that she'd made him feel like that---
"I'm not---it's not---Emmet, I love you!" she managed, choking back on her tears and barely able to say it. How could she be ashamed of him when she loved him? Her parents did know she was seeing a boy, but she wasn't ready to introduce him yet (and maybe she had told them he was in Italy--) and---and Patrick was just busy, it had---it wasn't about Emmet, she was just scared and she didn't want them to take him away from her but he'd already said it.
Giada froze, not able to stop her crying not but unsure of what else to do. She'd never had a boyfriend before, she'd never been dumped---oh, oh God, he was breaking up with her, he was really--she really didn't want to cry because something inside of her told her that he was the one in the wrong, but she couldn't hear any of that at the moment and just nodded pitifully, wiping at her face and turning to leave, tripping on the edge of the rug because she always tripped on that bloody rug.
Fucking fucking fuck she was crying and Emmet had to bite his fist to keep from screaming after her. This wasn't fucking fair - Giada was running away from him and she tripped over the rug and he reached out to help her but pulled his hands back. When she was gone, Emmet kicked the corner of the couch, and shouted,
"FUCK!" and then picked up one of those stupid vases his mother had brought over and threw it against the door. Fuckfuckfuck. This wasn't fair it wasn't fair at all - but Giada was going to be safe. He slumped to his knees and ignored the pain as he hit the floor with a thump, putting the heels of his hands to his eyes and resisting the urge to hit his head against the floor. Giada would stay safe and...he would run. Like a fucking coward, he'd get Caradoc to leave with him. They would make away like bandits and come back when it was all over.
