Ok guys! This is my first fan fic! My amazing other half (Madelyn- who will be Regina! I will be Emma) and I will be writing this story on POINT OF VIEW from each character. We plan to make this a LONG story. So if you're bored or have nothing to do, come read this! THIS IS RATED "T"! So if you're not the "spicy" type, this is not your kind of story unless you're a shipper of SwanQueen!
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Emma's Point of View
I have been working the Mill's farm forever. Since Regina left… This is my only connection to her anymore. Come on! Focus Emma! I have things to do. My list of duties for today is to: go buy more feed for the chickens, re-patch a minor whole in the barn, and then re-paint part of the barn. That's not bad right? The hard part is, I have to drive forty-five minutes in to town. Right now, it's only twelve in the afternoon. I could be back by at least, maybe two, re-patch the hole by three-thirty, and finally paint the barn till seven or earlier. I might as well begin now.
By the time I'm done, it's already time to paint the barn. I head into the supplies shack to grab two buckets of paint and some paint brushes. When I'm on my way to the barn, I see a black Mercedes driving down the dirt road to the Mills' house. I see a figure jump out the car and scream,"Daddy!" I watch as the stranger runs to the house. By the time she's halfway there, Mr. and Mrs. Mills come out the house and embrace her. Of course, it's Regina. I turn and forget about her and continue on to do my duties.
By the time I'm half way done, I'm covered with paint. I laugh at myself. I pick up my brush and all of the sudden, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and I immediately drop me brush. "Regina... Hi." I am completely speechless. The small fragile looking girl had grown completely into a strong looking woman... "Uhh, how are you?" I say. "Emma!" she says pulling me into a hug. When she parts, the paint from me has been smeared all over her. "I'm great actually. You seem busy! I didn't know you were working for Mom and Dad. I'm surprised they didn't tell me." "Yeah, I've actually been working here since you left I think..." She tilts her head to the side," To bad you didn't sooner." She shrugs and grabs a second paintbrush and wait for me to continue. Out of the blue, she swipes some paint on her finger and smears it across my face. She's still playful and flirty as she was six months ago. "Really?" I say as I take some paint and wipe it across her cheek. Her eyes widen and she has a facial expression that mocks mine," Really." She takes large amounts of paint and wipes large amounts of paint under my neck. "Oh, really?" I say laughing. I take the bucket of paint and I throw it at you. "Who's the best now?" I ask. "Ugh," she says. I hear footsteps approaching. "Children, stop playing. Regina! You are not stepping a foot in my house with all the paint! So you better find a way to clean up!" Mrs. Mills says laughing. But before I hear the last part of her sentence, I get tackled to the ground. I fall with Regina on top of me. I'm laughing so hard that my stomach is killing me. "You're gonna get it one day for this one Regina Mills!" "There's a water hose over there," I say pointing toward the barn. By the time we finish washing off, it's sunset. "Wow," I say pointing toward the sky. "Yeah, it is huh?" she says. She has always been able to read my mind even before I say something. "Mom is cooking dinner. Do you want to stay and eat?" she asks wringing out her hair. "Umm... Actually... I need to home. I have about an hour drive back home. This includes me doing my homework, sleeping, and waking up early enough to get here again…" "But," she whispers and looks down. I can tell she doesn't want me to go. "Ok," she says slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow," she says pulling me into a hug quickly. "I'll be here tomorrow. I promise. I usually get here around five in the morning. But I start around six. Tomorrow is Friday so I might also be able to stay for dinner." "Ok… I'll see you tomorrow then I guess. Bye Emma," she says walking away.