A/N: This is just a little something that I came up with an idea for. Basically, Elle convinces Emmett to get an email address and they start emailing. She goes on vacation and troubles arise. It gets much more interesting than it sounds.
Thank you to Chloe for being Rizzo and beta'ing it for me (or at least making a good try at it)
Disclaimer: Like OMIGOD! I don't own it!
You've Got Mail
"Elle, I really don't see the point in this. You can call me on the phone and talk to me whenever you want. Why am I being forced to get an email address?" Emmett asked the bubbly blonde who was currently sitting next to him on the couch, his laptop nestled in her lap.
"Because every person should have one," Elle answered. "I still can't believe you don't have one. I thought everyone had an email address. It's like conditioner. How can you possibly live without it?"
"Well, I've managed to live without one for this long, so I'm going to guess that it is possible." Elle shot Emmett a glare.
"You're being a butthead. Besides, what if I lost my cell phone? How would I get a hold of you then?" She paused for effect and then gave a fake gasp of surprise. "I know! I could email you! Oh wait…no, I can't. Because you don't have email."
"Elle…we live ten minutes away from each other. In case you forgot, you drop by here quite frequently and I come by your place just as often. In fact, you popped by unexpectedly just today; ranting and raving about me needing email. If you ever lost your phone, which I don't think you would since it is your lifeline to everything, you could stop by here."
Elle grinned at him. He mentally cursed at himself. She was going to take that as a challenge to come up with every reason why she wouldn't be able to see him and would have to email him instead.
"What if you weren't home?"
"I have to come home eventually. Besides, where else do I go besides your place?"
"You could be at work."
"Just stop by."
"I might not be able to. I might be somewhere else and I can't just come by."
"I could be at Paulette's and I left my phone at home."
"I see two flaws in your plan. First off, Paulette has a phone. You could call me on her phone." Elle opened her mouth to protest something, but he raised a hand to silence her. "And don't pretend like you need your phone directory to call me. We both know you have my number memorized. Besides, what's to guarantee that I'll check my email before you leave her house? It would be much faster for you to hold off on whatever big thing you need to tell me until you leave and can just stop by."
"But you're constantly on your computer! You would be bound to check it!" Emmett could see her getting excited about the entire conversation and he knew she wouldn't let it go. She had started bouncing up and down with excitement. "You would be able to sense that I had something to tell you and you would know to go and check your email!"
Emmett let out a laugh at that. The thought was silly, but it was somewhat realistic too. He had been in love with Elle for months now and he could always tell when she was upset. It made perfect sense that he would be able to "sense" when Elle needed to tell him something.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen."
Elle pouted her lips at him. Uh-oh.
"What? Why are you pouting at me?"
She gave him puppy dog eyes. "Please, Emmett. For me?"
"It won't work, Elle!" That was a lie and they both knew it.
She moved over and attached herself to his arm and continued to pout up at him. "I'll be your best friend if you do it for me." He groaned. She knew exactly what kind of game she was playing. It was common knowledge between the two of them that Emmett could stare down any jury and win a case, but if Elle Woods gave him puppy dog eyes, he was a goner. What Elle didn't know was that it was agonizing for him to have her look at him that way. Those big brown eyes and pink lips did him in every time. Right now, he was in both Heaven and Hell having her pressed up against him like that.
He took a deep breath to clear his head and replied to her. "It's too late to use that argument. You're already my best friend."
She scowled. "Darn."
"Give me one good reason to get an email and I'll do it." He was losing his resolve quickly.
"Do it because you love me."
"What?!" He had been starring straight ahead to avoid looking at her, but now he turned his head around quickly to look at her, giving himself a major case of whiplash.
"Best friends do things for best friends because they love each other!" She sniffled a little and filled her eyes with tears. She gave a fake sob. "You do love me, don't you?" A single tear rolled down her flawless skin. Emmett couldn't help thinking that she would have been a perfect actress if she'd wanted to be.
"Of course I love you," Emmett quickly answered. More than you could ever know.
"So will you do it?" All signs of tears and sniffles were gone and she was smiling happily at him again, eager to hear his answer.
Emmett glanced upwards really quickly, sending a small prayer to whatever entity there was up above that he wouldn't regret this later. "Ok, ok, ok. I'll do it. I will get an email address if it makes you happy."
"Yay!" She threw her arms around him and planted a kiss on his cheek. He sat there for a few seconds, shocked out of his mind. She giggled and rubbed his cheek where she'd kissed him. "Sorry, but I smeared you. Let me get it off for you." She stopped rubbing his cheek. "Unless you want to have a kissy mark on your face in Radiant Raspberry. Although, I have to admit that it really isn't your color."
He was brought back out his shocked state and rolled his eyes at her. "No, I don't want a 'kissy mark' on my face in any color. Just get it off, please."
A few seconds later, she was done getting the lipstick off of his face and grabbed his laptop. She flipped it open and Emmett could see that she'd already figured out how to use the internet on it. He hadn't been able to get it to properly open for a week after he'd gotten it.
"So what domain do you want?" Elle inquired.
"Huh?" Domain? What was she talking about?
"Domain, silly. It's what network you use for your email. Like at yahoo dot com or at aol dot com. Which domain do you want?" Elle explained to him.
"Uh…what do you recommend?"
"Well, I have a yahoo account…"
"Ok, go with yahoo then."
She opened up the yahoo page and clicked on the "new user" button. With Emmett's occasional input, she finally had all of his basic information filled out. "Now all you need to do is come up with a handle. You know, blah blah blah blah at yahoo dot com."
"Hmm…that's gonna be tricky. I really don't know what to put. What's your email address?"
Elle chuckled nervously. "You have to promise you won't laugh, ok?"
"I won't laugh."
"Alright, I'll write it down." She grabbed a notepad (pink of course) out of her bag and wrote something down. She ripped the paper out and handed it to him. He looked down at the small, neat handwriting and was touched. "LittleMissWoodsCommaElle(at)" was written on the paper.
"You used my nickname for your email address?"
"Yeah. I had one before I came to Boston, but I kept on getting loads of spam in my inbox, so I created a new one. I thought it was the perfect handle, so I made it my email."
"What was your old email?"
"It's nice, but I think I'm partial to your new one." They shared a quite smile, but then Emmett looked away and focused on his laptop. "So, I guess I now have to come up with something equally as clever."
"It's actually not that hard to come up with something. Just think of something you like and make a handle out of it. Like, Paulette's email address is "IrelandLover(at)".
Emmett chucked at that. Paulette was a nice person, but she had a serious obsession with anything and everything Irish. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, He tapped his chin as he though, an old habit of his that he'd never been able to break.
"You can also do something that's not fancy, but very simple. Something like harvard05. It's the school you went to and the year you graduated." Emmett could hear the slight catch in her voice, saying that she wished that he'd go with something a little bit more interesting. He wouldn't disappoint her.
"Any suggestions?" He was open to any ideas she might have. He hadn't a clue what to use.
She paused a moment to think before answering. "You really, really love eBay. Why not come up with something with eBay."
Emmett grimaced at her. He still remembered that one afternoon when she'd dropped by unexpectedly, hoping that he could help her study for finals, and had caught him in the act browsing eBay, his private indulgence. At first she'd been shocked, but then she found it sweet that he had his own little guilty pleasure. Especially since it was a form of shopping. Although, she had teased him a little bit when one time she'd come over and heard him singing the eBay commercial song in the shower; the one that had the sales clerk suddenly bursting into song.
"Nah, I don't think I'll use eBay. It's just not…me." Emmett frowned. This stuff was much harder than Elle made it seem.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea occurred to him. "Give me that!" He took the laptop and typed away quickly.
"What?! Did you come up with a handle?" Elle was trying to peek over his shoulder, but he blocked her sight.
"Yes, I did. Hold on and I'll email you. Then you'll see what my address is. You're gonna love it." Emmett could tell she was frowning, but he loved being able to surprise her. He knew that she would love his email address. It was perfect.
A few minutes later, Emmett handed Elle the laptop back. "Go check your email."
"Fine." Elle typed in her log in information and navigated to her inbox. Emmett was grinning from ear to ear in anticipation.
Elle let out a squeak of surprise and then burst out laughing. "Emmett, it's perfect!"
"Much better than harvard05!"
They both looked down at the screen where the address was written.
"Hey, Emmett! I just realized another reason why you have to have email! When I go home and visit my family next month, I can totally email you!"
Emmett frowned. He had momentarily forgotten about Elle's big trip to California. Over the summer break, she had decided to go home for two weeks and catch up with her Delta Nu girls and her family. She'd been so happy and excited when she'd told him. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving, even if it was only for two weeks. Ever since he'd found her in that Playboy costume back in October, there hadn't been a single day that he hadn't at least seen her for five minutes. Two weeks was going to be agony. True, he knew that Elle would probably call him once a day, probably more, but it just wasn't the same as seeing her face to face.
"Emmett? Helloooooooo! Anyone home in there?" Emmett was brought out of the reverie he had sunk into and saw that Elle was waving a hand in his face, trying to get his attention.
"Yeah. All the lights aren't on, but someone's home." Emmett joked. Elle laughed softly, but looked at him strangely.
"Are you ok? You seem…I don't know…sad. Distant."
"I'm fine, Elle."
"I'm worried about you."
"Don't be. I'm fine." He gave her a smile to prove that he was indeed fine. Elle didn't look like she believed him, but she dropped the subject.
"Alright. Well, it's getting late. I better get going. I promised Serena that I would call her before she went out with her new boyfriend so we could discuss accessories. I love that girl, but sometimes she has no clue what she's doing!"
"Ok. I'll walk you to your car." Emmett closed his computer down and stood up. It was a ritual of theirs that he would always walk her down to the car. That way he knew that she had made it to her car safely (she was an extremely attractive girl after all) and also so that they could continue their discussion for a few minutes more.
"So did you read that article about Warner's brother?" Elle made small talk as they walked down the stairs of Emmett's building.
"Oh, the one about how he and his wife are getting divorced?"
"On account of irreconcilable differences. They were quoted as saying that their marriage was too serious and there wasn't enough fun in it. Thank god I didn't make the same mistake as Muffy did!"
"Yeah. Good thing." Emmett agreed softly.
They had reached Elle's car, but Elle wasn't making any motion of saying goodnight. In fact, she was standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
"Emmett, I need to-" She was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She looked at him apologetically before scrambling around her bag for the pink phone. "Hello? Hey, Serena. I know I said I was going to call. I'm over at Emmett's place right now. Don't start that again! Do you want my help or not? Oh yes I would! I'm just about to get in my car and leave. Ok. I'll talk to you in a few minutes. Bye." She snapped it shut and frowned at it.
Elle looked unhappy, and as if she'd like to say something else. Finally, she smiled at him and opened the door of her car. "Night, Emmett."
She got into her car and drove away, waving at him through the rearview mirror.
Emmett watched her car until he couldn't see it anymore and turned to go back inside.
As he went, he muttered under his breath, "any dream I have of you Little Miss Woods Comma Elle is a sweet dream."
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