"Emma, Emma. Wake up!" Mary Margaret shook the blonde awake.
"What's going on?" She glanced at the alarm clock. "It's only six in the morning MM, and it's Sunday" The young woman huffed and leaned into the pillow.
"Emma, look!" Mary Margaret pushed her phone into Emma's view.
"What?!" She shrieked and flew out of the bed, got her phone and dialed the well-known number.
"Em?" Was heard at the other end of the line.
"Do you have any idea of what you've done?" She asked.
"I think so. It's my twitter account after all."
"Yeah, a twitted account followed by more than 3 million people!"
"Oh, yeah. I still don't see the problem here"
"Well. You outed yourself to the world, Gina. There's no way back to the closet now." She warned her girlfriend.
"Why do you think I want to keep hiding this from the world?"
"Because it's me. I mean, you're the lead singer of one of the most influential bands of the world. You don't want to do this because you're with some regular student." Emma reasoned.
"Okay, now listen to me. Emma, you're not a mere student, we both know you're months away from making into the national soccer team and besides that, you're Emma. You're beautiful, caring, loving, kind and you're the bravest woman I've ever met and I want to be able to announce to the world how in love I am with you. I want to be able to hold your hand in the red carpet, take you to places you've only dreamed about. I also want to surprise you at the end of a lecture, or go out with your friends, meet your parents and cheer you on when you're playing soccer." The brunette declared.
"But, how's your manager's going to take this?"
"He knows. I told him before posting the photo"
"And he's okay with us?"
"Yes, and even if he wasn't I would've posted it anyways."
"Wow." Emma breathed out.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Um… I think so. I'll call you later." She dismissed the call.
"Yeah, sure." Regina agreed. "I love you"
"l love you too." She smiled.
She knew everyone knew by then. She had gotten stares all through her day. And people kept asking her if they could meet the famous singer of The Broken Souls. MM and Ruby had been over the moon and had saved the photo as their lock screen, just to annoy Emma. The photo had been taken by Mal, the band's guitarist. Regina had surprised her after one of her soccer practices, and they had spent the rest of the day together, not giving Emma time to shower. Emma, who had been eager to see the famous singer hadn't argued about spending the last two hours watching Regina rehearse for the show they had coming the day after. She had been playing bass, at least until Ursula came out of the restroom and hadn't notice the singer leaning onto her from the back, the brunette had slipped her arms around her stomach and leaned her chin on the blonde's shoulder. They had been in their own world and hadn't the click of Mal's phone taking the photo. And Regina had twitted: So happy I found my White Knight, followed by heart emojis.
She stepped into the field and automatically felt eyes on her, she searched the bleachers and there she was; Regina Mills a.k.a The Evil Queen of The Broken Souls wearing one of her hoodies with the university name, jeans, and no make-up, side by side with Ruby and MM, grinning and waving at her.
She waved back and felt someone pat her on the back. Michelle, one of her team mates glanced at the other players surrounding their coach.
"I get that she's hot and all that, but I also heard that there's someone from the national team somewhere. And if my source is reliable, she's here for you" She smiled at the blonde. "So, what's going to be, Captain? You up for a game?" The darker woman asked.
With one last glance, Emma grinned from ear to ear. "Let's kick some ass"