This is just a one-shot between Emma and Paige. It's not really much as I am not sure if I want to turn it into a fic.
This is my first submission on this account, and my first Degrassi submission no less. Please read and review, I'd like to know what everyone thinks.

I pick up the phone. I want to call you. I know that my fingers know your number from habit and it shouldn't be so hard, but it is. I have never actually called you. Habit. Sometimes I punch in the seven digits and stare at the display. One button away and I could phone you but I never have.

I don't even know where I got your number from. One day I just noticed you in a different light. Your hair sparkled in a brighter way, I knew the ranges of your voice better. We don't really talk. We are too different.

I know that you would understand and if I could just push that one green button, I could tell you all these things instead of stowing them away in the back of my heart.

I push 'send.' I wait. You pick up, a perky and confident "Paige here." It is possible I could wreck that and I don't want to.

"Hi, Paige. It's, uh, Emma. Emma Nelson." The phone is slick beneath my sweating hand.

"Oh, hello, honey. What can I do for you?" I notice the disappointment in your voice.

"I… just want to apologize for last year. You know, the whole fight between Manny and you."

"Well, thanks but-"

"Can you like, meet me at the Dot in ten minutes?" I blurt. I hear you draw in a breath.

"Is it real important? I was going to go to the theatre with some friends in thirty."

I could say 'no, we can do it another time,' and mean it. I could say 'no, we can do it another time,' and not mean it. I could say 'yes, it is important.' A lie?

"Hon?" I realize I have been silent for too long.

I clear my throat. "Yes, it is important but if you don't want to then-"

"Mm. It's alright hon, I will see you in ten. Just try to cut it as short as possible, sweetie, alright? Thanks." Click.

In fifteen minutes we have both arrived at the Dot. I lead you outside, telling you it is too personal and I wouldn't want to risk someone overhearing us.

You look unimpressed as we make our way around, stopping behind the restaurant. "So?"

I look at my hands, wet my lips. I step closer, I can tell you think I am going to whisper but I don't. I take your face in my hands and I kiss you. Your mouth is as soft as I imagined. I don't feel you pull back. With my tongue, I slowly ease open your lips. You taste like sugar, maybe residue from some candy you had eaten earlier.

You pull back after a few moments. Your face is red and you look so confused.

"I have to go now." Your voice begins to crack and you back away, look around, and bolt from the scene of the crime.

I close my eyes and press my forehead to the cold concrete wall.

I hope it was acceptable as a first attempt. If I should further it, let me know. Thanks!