The abandoned Portland amusement park matched the sky, dark, gloomy, and yet settling. The only light came from the lit up ride that inhabited two people, sat across from each other on the swings.
She stared into his eyes, which glistened in the moonlight, his dark hair carefully swept back. His smile beamed a thousand smiles, which projected onto her face and filled her with a new joy.
She'd only met him that day, a dark Portland alleyway wasn't exactly the nicest place to meet someone. But Emma was there anyways, she needed a lot of things, but her eyes caught a standout from the dull colours. A bright yellow car, she kinda liked it, she needed a car anyways. Her never ending search for a home would be nicer in a car than a dirty bus, where she'd been traveling most of her life.
She slipped the crowbar out from her sleeve, checking her surroundings to make sure not a single eye was watching her. She got the car door open with ease, for she was quite experienced with burglary, and more importantly, getting away with it.
She climbed in, and when she got the engine going a sense of accomplishment shone on her face. Driving away with ease she headed out of the alleyway and into the busy streets, but her heart stopped when a man appeared in the backseat.
And now here she was, sat in a fun fair, a cup of coffee in one of her hands. He told her about his troubled past as she drank the coffee, drinking its hot and rich contents eased the coldness that shivered against her skin.
He continued to speak to her as she carefully listened, it sounded like he had a pretty crap life too, a troubled past.
"That's how you know you really got a home." He spoke softly. "When you leave it, there's this feeling you can't shake. You just miss it."
His words filled her mind, relating to the struggles she'd experienced her whole life, and he smiled right at her, and she couldn't help but smile back, for maybe this Neal Cassidy guy wasn't as awful as she thought.
She couldn't stop staring at his smile, which was ever so beautiful, the structure of his teeth, the pearliness of the white colour. She shook her coffee, the contents empty.
"Thank you, you know, for the drink." Emma said.
"Look I know it's not exactly the dream date, but I've still had fun." Laughed Neal.
"Wait, you think this is...a date?" Emma snapped.
She could see the shocked look in his eyes, his vibrant irises shattering at the statement. She took a breath out, realizing she'd insulted him.
"Look, I'm sorry. That was rude." She said with guilt. "It's just I haven't exactly dated anyone before, the foster system wasn't really the place to find my Prince Charming."
"Didn't you ever get a family?"
"Yeah." Emma said softly. "But they didn't want me, nobody ever has."
"Well maybe you just need to open yourself up a bit, break down that wall of yours."
"It's not exactly easy to open yourself up after 18 years of being alone."
"Well maybe you don't have to be alone, no one has to be alone."
Emma stood up from the swing, the rain was pouring in buckets. The sounds of thunder warned her it was time to leave, and the fact that she had illegally entered an amusement park also gave her reasons.
"Look, Neal, I'd better get going, thanks for you the coffee."
The woman said quietly.
She tried to stay calm, she'd arrived in Portland only that day, the stolen car was a start to sustaining herself, but she didn't exactly have anywhere to sleep except the uncomfortable cramped backseat, which wasn't ideal. She considered quickly knocking him out and taking any money he had on hand, for she was quite desperate for resources, but she couldn't do it.
The blonde started to walk out of the park, looking back and seeing him get up from the swing and walk towards her nervously. "You know that car you stole, it was kind of mine first." He said.
Emma groaned. "Come on, I probably need it more than you."
"And what makes you think that's true?" He snapped. "Maybe the guy who just lost his job needs it."
"Well maybe the girl who took a train to Portland this morning in search of a home which she can't achieve without support needs it!" She yelled.
Neal looked right into her eyes which were filled with tears that Emma tried her best to hide. Her petite nose turned pink from the rain which dampened their clothes and froze their skin.
His hair was drenched in the rain, his eyes staring softly, and the wave of silence struck the two, and they stood opposite each other, until he broke the silence. He stepped forward quickly, lifting his hand and placing it on the blonde's rosy cheek, leaning in and placing his lips on hers. Kissing her softly and intimately she wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing him back, not a moment of resistance, under the sparkling moonlight and the icy cold rain.