Legally Blonde – PS. I Love You

Disclaimer: I don't own Legally Blonde or the characters, songs from the musical, etc.

Summary: Emmett and Elle don't see each other before she returns to California but when Emmett stops by his room; he finds a letter that could change everything. Emmett/Elle.

Emmett sat down on a bench situated at his favourite part of the Harvard University campus. He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and sent Elle a quick text. "Hey, I know it's early but I'm at Harvard, wondered if you wanted to meet for a cup of coffee? Let me know, Emmett x" He hesitantly added the kiss at the end of the message before pressing send. He cared about Elle a lot and had finally made the decision to tell her how he really felt about her. He would tell her over coffee this morning, or if she couldn't meet him for coffee, he would take her to dinner when court was out. Staring impatiently at his phone he decided not to wait for her reply, springing up from the bench and walking to her dorm room.

When he reached her room he grinned at the door which she had decorated elaborately, and, of course, in her signature colour. Pink. He grinned again as he softly chapped the door. "Elle?" He called gently. "Elle?" He frowned and chapped again when no answer came. Maybe she had woken up even earlier than he had and was studying, or, trying to prepare a new argument for Brooke's case? But it wasn't like Elle to not reply to her messages. At that moment his phone beeped quietly, signalling that he had received a message.

"Sorry. I'm so, SO, sorry! I hope you can understand my reasons for doing this and find it in you heart to forgive me. Elle xxx"

Emmett sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his freshly slicked back hair (Part of his new professional look Elle had helped him to achieve) as he tried to process the content of her text. "Why are you sorry? I don't understand Elle" Did something happen last night after I left?" He sent back, leaning on the wall beside her dorm room, awaiting her reply.

His phone beeped softly once more and he immediately checked his messages. He had to read the message a few times before he took it in. It simply read "Call me if you're ever in California."

Emmett slid down the wall and let his cell phone clatter to the floor. Elle was gone. He drew his knees up to his chest and held his head in his hands. He released a small sob and his body shook gently with silent tears. "So, this is what heartbreak feels like." He muttered to himself quietly as he let the tears continue to flow down his cheeks. 'Pull yourself together Emmett!" He thought to himself after a few minutes as he began to rub the tears roughly away from his eyes. With the flow of tears stemmed he reached over to his cell phone, which had landed a few feet away. Once he had retrieved it and checked it was still in working order he pocketed it and pulled himself up off the floor.

"Are you okay?" Came a girl's voice. As far as Emmett could tell, she had just come out of the room opposite Elle's.

"I'm just waiting on my friend coming back. I've left my laptop in her room." He invented as he gestured to Elle's room.

"Oh I have a spare key to Elle's room. I could let you in." The girl suggested.

"Would you mind?" He asked hopefully.

"Sure. Just let me grab the key." She smiled at him. He forced a smile; he didn't want to appear upset, or like anything was out of the ordinary. "There you go." She reappeared two seconds later and unlocked the door for him. She pressed the key into his hand. "I have a class, lock the door when you're done and slide the key under my door please." She told him before beginning to walk away.

"Thank you." He called to her retreating figure before pushing the door open wider and sliding into Elle's room. He gasped as the door clicked shut. Most of her belongings had been cleared out of the room. Emmett sank down on her bed and looked around the room. It was almost like she had never been the at all. Almost.

There were bits and pieces of her belongings left around the room, which she obviously couldn't fit into her car, he could smell her perfume in the air and the scent lingered on her bed sheets. He was about to lie down and rest his head on the pillow when he noticed a note lying there, addressed to him. He picked up the note and lay back on the bed, recognising the curly script on the paper as Elle's. He took a deep breath and unfolded the note. It was a letter, from Elle.

Dear Emmett,

Thank-you for being the only person at Harvard to take me seriously, your faith in me has worked wonders for my self esteem. I wish there was something I could do to thank you. So I guess I could skim over the reason as to why I am leaving, but as my only friend here at Harvard, it feels right to confide in you. Callaghan kissed me last night. He forced himself on me and when I turned him down he sent me away. I didn't earn the internship through my hard work and what you helped me to achieve. Callaghan only gave me the internship because of my looks and that didn't make me feel good at all. Emmett, you have seen the true Elle Woods and despite what people at Harvard may say about me now, I hope you will chose to remember the real me and not just a pretty blonde. I will hold all the memories and the time I spent with you at Harvard close to my heart and hopefully one day I will be able to do something in return for you after all the kindness and help you have given me. I hope our paths will cross again in the future.

All my love, Elle.

PS. I love you.