This should only be a couple chapters. I'm thinking seven or eight. I won't stop writing a Comfort Thing, but I'm interested to see how people respond to this idea! Anyways EnJOY!
"Hey, can we talk about something after work?" Emily asks Derek uneasily. Derek looks at her concerned, and nods. "It's nothing to worry about." Emily says. "I just have to ask you something." and you're going to think I'm a complete insecure coward. She finishes.
"Alright, princess." He says with a small smile. He left, and she was nervous. She felt the butterflies swarming her stomach. They weren't just fluttering, they were knawing at her insides. It had been three weeks since she found out she had to go to this thing, and to tell the truth she was terrified. Who wants to see people they went to high school with? She wouldn't have gone, but she just had to run into an old "friend" at the last airport. The freakin' lady just had to start talking about the reunion. Proposing a delightful "Awe, why can't you come?" and the never ending "Everyone will miss you so much!" even the daring "You're working? That's not an excuse. My husband and I well we're going even though I have three kids and am so much better than you, and you have to work you probably don't have a life. I do." In that ever so bitchy tone Becca always had to her voice. They were friends now, apparently. Emily was shocked a great "Queen" like Evelyn Meyers was doing this to her. They probably just wanted her to go so they could make fun of her. Emily rolled her eyes. High School bitches weren't the problem. The problem was that Evy Meyers made sure to reserve her and her new wonderful boyfriend a seat. It was a trap. It was all a trap. If she didn't show then they were going to assume that what she told Evelyn about her fancy job and her hot model-y boyfriend wasn't true. Only half of it was true. She did have a pretty fancy job. Evelyn started it though. Talking about her wonderful life with her super hot husband and her kids. Emily just had to step her up. She just had too. Really means girls from high school deserve to be beat by smart misunderstood troubled girls...right? No. That's what she thought. She was going to the reunion, she was going to keep her lies up, and she was going to get in there then leave as soon as possible. Too bad they're throwing it somewhere really nice for a whole weekend. A whole weekend. A whole weekend. A weekend with everybody. Everybody. Why did she have to tell Evelyn that she would go?
"So...this is going to sound pitiful, but I couldn't think of anyone else. I mean the only other men in my life is Hotch, Rossi, and Reid. That would be weird because Rossi is old enough to be my dad, Hotch is my boss, and with Reid I'd just look like a cougar. I could only think of you for something like this, and it's going to sound really stupid of me but I-" She was cut off by Derek shushing her.
"Stop rambling. What's going on Em?" He asks. Emily looks at him for a moment then sighs.
"I ran into a bitch from high school, and may or may not have told her that I had a really really really super hot boyfriend. Then she told me she couldn't wait to meet him at the reunion. Now if I don't show up with my really really really super hot boyfriend they're going to think I lied, and I just...don't want them to win...again." Emily says. Derek looks at her then laughs. "It's not funny." She says. He smiles at her.
"I know. I'm sorry babe. Let me guess...since you don't actually have a really really really hot boyfriend you want me to come with you so I can be your really really really hot boyfriend?" He asks. Emily blushes and nods.
"Please. It's in California. Along the beach. With a whole bunch of adults that used to be a whole bunch of overprivellaged kids that went to the same private high school I did for my Sophmore through Senior years of high school." She says with a smirk. He laughs. "It's for a weekend." Emily says. Derek smiles at her.
"A weekend, in California, along the beach, with you in my arms showing me off too people that were once overprivellaged kids that went to a private high school with you? Well, depends...what will you be wearing?" He asks with a grin. She laughs, and hits him playfully.
"Will you come with me?" Emily asks. He laughs, and nods.
"Of course. I'd do anything for you. Always." He says. Emily smiles, and looks at her drink.
"Thank you. I'm acting like a crazy teenager." Emily says. "I just...they were so mean, and I just...I have a chance to tell them that nerdy punk Emily Prentiss stepped it up and is now living a really nice life with a super hot guy." Emily says with a small grin, and a blush.
"Well, I'm happy you think I'm super sexy. I get it though. All those kids that were mean to me in middle school and high school...well lets just to say I'd love to show up with someone that looks like you on my arm." He says. She smiles.
"You did not get picked on." Emily says with a laugh. He smiles.
"Yeah...I did. I was tiny before I started to lift weights. I was really short and easy prey. You know what I might just walk you through my old town, and show you off to everybody." Derek says. Emily blushes again.
"You're making me sound like some super model." Emily says. "I'm not like you." Emily stops and rolls her eyes. Derek looks at her.
"You're crazy. You're the hottest woman in the FBI, and then some. What's wrong with you? I think you're the sexiest woman I have ever seen." He says sincerely. She rolls her eyes.
"You're just saying that. I've never been..." Emily stops at the look on Derek's face. A look of pure disbelief.
"No, Emily. I'm telling you the truth. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." He says. She looks at him, and her smile falls. He's being sincere. He's telling her the truth. She can see it. She blushes an even deeper red.
"Okay." She says. He smiles, and leans back.
"So...you ready to be my girlfriend?" He asks. Emily laughs, and throws her straw wrapper at him.
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