So I developed an obsession with the show Make It Or Break It and decided that Emily and Razor are meant to be together. XD AWESOMEST COUPLE EVER. So I decided to try to write a meaningless fluffy oneshot for them because I can. This is set in a few weeks after the episode that was on last week, Razor just got back, and Emily's going through a not-fun time. You can probably guess where this is going.

Emily was walking to her job. Running, actually, considering that she was three minutes and 21 seconds away from being late. She glanced down at her watch and swore.

"I'm screwed." she muttered to no one in particular.

"Emily?" said a familiar voice.

Emily looked up and saw the Pizza Shack across the street, and someone she hadn't seen in several weeks standing on the corner.

"Razor!" she waved and jogged over to her friend, waving. "You're back."

"Yes, I'm back." he smiled, giving her a quick hug. "So how's life been working with Damon?"

Emily pressed her lips together, holding back a smile. "Oh, it's been…eventful." she replied, remembering Damon's multiple attempts at getting her to like him.

"That bad, huh?" Razor asked, grinning. "Yeah, I probably shouldn't have left you alone with him."

Emily laughed. Much as she hated to admit it, she had missed Razor - his fun-loving attitude, endless jokes and smiles, and the way he brought out a side of her no one else around here did.

"Hey, we should get inside," she said. "I don't want to make you get fired on your first day back."

"That would almost be a blessing if you didn't work here." Razor replied.

Emily rolled her eyes with a smile, starting across the street, followed by her friend.

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After a long shift of waiting on old couples and college guys, Emily and Razor were done working.

"It's over and I'm alive." Emily remarked. "Wow."

Razor opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Emily's cell. "Hello?" she said, motioning for Razor to hold on a minute. "What's wrong, Mom?…what do you mean, there's a problem with the papers?…What? But they can't do that…I…no, I'll walk. I'll be home soon. Bye."

Emily snapped her phone shut and turned away from Razor. "I have to go." she said, pressing her fingertips against her forehead. "Shit."

"What?" Razor asked, looking at her worriedly.

"There's some crap going on at the gym. I might not be able to go to Nationals."

"Why, what happened?"

"Something about my scholarship papers." Emily shook her head and leaned against the wall. "I really can't handle this. Not now."

"It can't be that bad." said Razor, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Emily let out a cheerless laugh. "Oh, it is." she said flatly. "I need a break. I need to have just one thing in my life go right. For once."

"What's wrong?" he questioned

"What isn't?" she responded. "My scholarship's screwed up, if I do go to Nationals I might lose this job, if I don't, I might have to move because the scholarship's not working out, and even though you're probably the only person I actually care about here that I'd be leaving either way, I don't want to lose you."

Razor put an arm around her. "That's a lot to deal with." he said. "I'm sorry."

Emily shrugged. "It's not your fault."

Razor wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Then, not even knowing what he was doing, he tilted her face up towards him and kissed her.

"Well, no matter what happens, things are going to work out for you, you're going to get to Nationals, and I promise no matter where you are, I'll always be your friend." he smiled. "And for what it's worth, I'll totally cover your shifts if you need it."

Emily gave a small laugh. "Thanks." she said, looking up at him and kissing him again. "For everything."

Yes, that was crap, I just felt the absolute necessity to write that. Don't ask. I'm weird.