So, that's my very first fanfiction here, so bare with me. Please no flames, I really try, even though I majorly suck. I would appreciate reviews, though, so I can get some advice on doing better or some good feedback (if you like what I'm writing, that is. You don't need to lie to me if you don't. Just stay friendly, okay?).

As for the disclaimer: I don't own anything. QaF is just one of my favorite TV-Shows, it doesn't belong to me.

Oh, and I know, Ted and Emmett don't seem to be very popular in here, because everyone's crazy for Brian/Justin, but I adore them both, especially as a couple, so I made this fanfic.

It will have multiple chapters, if you'd be so kind as to review.

Thank you.

Summary: Teds and Emmetts brief romance, from the beginning to the end and everything inbetween, told from their POVs.

This chapter takes place at the end of the second season where Ted confesses his love to Emmett in the restaurant. It is written from Ted's POV, as I can better identify myself with his character (we have a lot in common). However, if you want the next chapter to be from Emmetts POV, say so and I will do my best. :)

My feelings are taking over as Emmett and I enter the restaurant.

One second I want to throw my arms around him, kiss him and just get it over with, the other I feel the sudden urge to run away as far as possible and never turn back.

And then, in the third second, I just wanna hang my head over a toilet and puke.

When I look at Ems face, the third feeling intensifies, of course it isn't because Emmett is not good-looking, because he is, as a matter of fact.

It is this nervousness that wants me to rush over to the bathroom and throw up all of the things I have eaten lately. This uncertainty is killing me.

What am I even doing here?

What am I supposed to tell him? And how?

Could he even take it? Does he feel the same?

Or will I be single for the rest of my pathetic life?

I don't know if I could even stand it, having Emmett turn me down, I mean.

If he doesn't return my feelings, which is highly possible considering I'm a total wreck and a notorious loser, how am I going to survive it?

"Everything okay with you, sweetheart? You seem a little.. distracted."

Emmetts voice out of nowhere startles me and I jump a little at his sudden statement.

"Yeah, I'm good. There's nothing wrong. I feel fantastic! Don't I look like it?", I answer in a high-pitched voice which doesn't sound like me at all.

Emmett sends me a look that clearly says: No, you don't, but he doesn't say it out loud.

Instead he takes my hand and leads me to a free table.

His skin on mine is sending shivers down my spine and it tingles where he touches me.

Again, my thoughts get the best of me.

Am I sweating? I'm sweating. Oh my god, I can't sweat, not now! I'm not supposed to smell bad when confessing my love to my best friend!

The result of thinking this is that I'm sweating even harder. Great.

Finally we make it to the table and order the drinks.

I'm trying to gather my thoughts because them racing wildly in my head isn't helping me at all in this situation.

But looking into Emmetts eyes makes it hard to concentrate on something other than how beautiful he is which in turn results in me noticing how wrong this is.

Emmett is brilliant and breathtaking, he doesn't care about things people say about him, he's incredibly funny and his heart is so big I sometimes think the whole world could fit in if he wanted to.

And then there's me.

Poor little Ted, always turned down and ignored, invisible to almost everyone, the smart head no one wants to be with.

Who am I fooling?

Emmett could never be interested in me, not in this way.

I really should keep my mouth shut and end this.

But can I? Can I hide the feelings I have for Emmett and pretend I'm okay with him not noticing it? Because I sure as hell am not, I always want to grab and shake him when I laugh about his jokes like a mad man and he just shrugs thinking I just have a good day or something. I mean, don't get me wrong, being with Em really lights up my day, but I want him to know somehow. I'm just not sure if I can tell him.

The words jumble in my head, how am I supposed to get them out of my mouth?

But I have to, because Emmett's waiting for me to say something, I can see it in his eyes.

Oh, this beautiful eyes of his that always turn my knees to gelee when I look at them.

"So..", I begin, but my voice cracks and I grab the glass of water on the table and drink it hastily while Emmett observes me with a cocked eyebrow that makes me even more nervous than I already am.

Oh my..

"If you drink any more water, you'll drown", he states and I notice that I drank the glass empty within seconds.

Oh, well..

Before I can say anything though, Emmett speaks up.

"You know, Teddy, you've been acting really weird lately."

So he did notice! I'm not really sure if this is a good or a bad thing.

It means that he's not as clueless as I have thought and that I don't have to get in detail because he already knows something's going on.

On the other hand, he said it was "weird".

Now, that's not a good thing when I want him to like me, is it?

"Common, tell me. I mean, we share everything together."

At his words I look up.

"Not yet."

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

Suddenly it's silent.

My words hang in the air, leaving a thick wall of unpleasant silence.

Emmett's watching me with a look of insecurity on his face, as if he's not quite sure what to think of my statement.

As the silence goes on I get the feeling this can only get worse.

I want a black hole to appear and swallow me so I don't have to see this concerned look on Ems face. I want to take back my words and pretend I didn't say anything.

Anything for Emmett to stop looking at me as if I'm insane and need help.

All of a sudden that urge to puke is back. How long does it take from here to get to the toilets?

Maybe there is a window, too, so that I can disappear without Emmett noticing?

But the thought of leaving him here alone, waiting for an explanation, sounds so wrong to me that I immediately shove it aside.

Instead I decide to finally tell him.

I have to take this chance, even if it is hopeless.

"Emmett, I.."

Love you, I wanted to say, but suddenly my mouth runs dry which sure as hell is the result of him sitting this close to me and watching me this intensily.

"I'm thirsty", I say and grab the glass of Emmett, trying to drown this nervous feeling in my stomach. Why is it so hard?

I've told Emmett things no one else knows, we've been best friends for years now, so why can't I tell him that I love him?

Because you know you're not good enough. Not good enough for him to love you back, a voice inside my head answers and despite me knowing that it is right I still want to fight my demons and prove to myself I'm not the pussy I used to be.

"So.. As you know I've never been lucky in the love department."

That's a good beginning, keep going, Ted, you can do it.

"I know", Em answers and the look of concern is replaced by sympathy.

"Always chasing after the wrong boy, one rejection after another", I go on and the more I talk, the easier it gets.

Just don't stop talking, Ted. Don't think, just say what you have to say.

"So I gave up the hope of ever finding him. Said 'Fuck you' to love."

At this, Emmett looks sad. Is it a good sign?

My mind's racing, but I just keep going.

If I think any more, my head will explode and that would be really, really gross.

"Then there he was."

My gaze is flicking to Emmetts face and suddenly he doesn't look sad at all anymore.

He's smiling broadly, showing off his teeth (so goddamn beautiful!).

Some hope is rising up in me. Had he been waiting for me to say something?

Does he return my feelings?

"It's just like you said: 'Love comes when you least expect it'".

Secretly hoping he catches upwith what I'm saying and finally understands I observe him.

I really don't want to say the 'L-word', even though I know I do love him.

I just don't think I could say it without blushing like an idiot.

Unfortunately he doesn't seem to understand at all, because the next thing he's saying is: "So tell me, who is it?"

Again, the words leave my mouth before I can even think about what I'm saying.

"You."

"You who?"

"You you."

Then it dawns on him.

"Me you?"

"Yes. You you", I repeat and wait for his reaction.

Emmetts expressionless face shows me that was the least he was expecting coming from me. And, I notice with a bad feeling in my stomach, he does not look happy.

He looks.. confused, dumbfounded, even a little sad.

But not at all happy.

I said it. I said it and he does not feel the same.

Suddenly I regret confessing my love to him.

I want my invisibility back, want him to not see me anymore.

I shouldn't have told him.

I should have known this wouldn't work.

But I said it, so I might as well go on with acting like a fool.

"You are the one who knows me better than anyone and still hasn't run away. Who tells me I'm adorable when I feel like absolute shit. Who can lift up my spirit, even when it feels like 500 pounds."

I should keep my mouth shut, but I can't.

The words jumble out of me and I can't stop them.

I shouldn't tell him how deep my affection for him goes, but I want his blank face to show emotions, anything, so I just keep talking.

And then I look at his face and he's so beautiful, even now.

And I finally admit it, truly admit it, to him and to myself.

"I love you, Emmett Honeycutt", I whisper softly, a few tears swimming in my eyes.

Emmett sniffs as well. Then there's this silence again, only disturbed by the constant crying of my best friend. I don't know what to do. Suddenly I feel empty.

All the feelings I've felt before have vanished.

I'm exhausted and tired.

The only thing that keeps nagging at my nerves is Emmett crying his heart out.

I wait patiently, preparing myself for the worst turn-down I ever got.

Because I have never been this madly in love.

And it's more than obvious that Em does not have the same feelings towards me.

That's probably why he's crying so much.

He loves me, I know.

But not the way I love him.

We both know and it hurts him, because he has to hurt me in return.

It's inevitable.

So I release him.

I don't want him to torture himself.

"I understand", I say and take his hand.

My voice doesn't sound as if it belongs to me.

"No, you don't."

Emmetts expression is pained now and my heart aches in my chest, because I was the one to cause it.

"You're so wonderful. Such a.. good person and I truly want you to be happy. You deserve the world, Teddy. I know you think bad of you, but you're better than you know. You.."

"But you don't love me", I say and at this Emmett shakes his head.

"No, I don't. I'm sorry."

He looks as if someone has died, but I bet it's nothing compared to what I'm feeling now.

I knew better, but I still had a kind of hope he would have the same feelings for me.

But he doesn't.

"Oh, it's okay", I lie and quickly stand up.

I'm about to cry and I sure as hell won't do it in front of him, though he has seen my tears on mutliple occasions.

But I don't want him to see them now.

Because he is the reason I even shed them.

He holds me back, though.

"Teddy, please don't go. I.."

But I shake my head, unable to say a proper word.

The hurt and embarrassment is washing over me like a rainy storm.

"Let go", I choke and almost run out of the restaurant.

However, before I leave, I turn around once more.

"But please think it over again, will you? Maybe.. just maybe, you will see that there's something between us, something you can feel, too."

It's the least I can hold on to, the only thing keeping me from breaking down.

From the corner of my eye I see Emmett nod his head, though I'm sure he has his answer already.

Then I drive home.

All the way to my apartment I hold my tears back.

They sting in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall if someone can see them.

As I finally arrive though, I sink to my feet, lean my back against the front door and sob my breaking heart out.

I knew, this was gonna happen, but I ignored reality, closed my eyes from the cold world I'm living in.

Blake didn't love me, not really, not the way I did love him.

He used me to his advantage and left me open wounded.

Now Em would never ever hurt me intentionally and he most certainly wouldn't use me.

But he doesn't love me either and the memory of his young face so pained and in deep agony because of the impossibility of loving me cut in my heart like a sharp knife.

I lied to myself when I made myself believe there was a way Emmett could love me like I wanted to be loved by him.

But it was a beautiful lie, so I surrendered.

And I got stabbed in the back by it.

I cry even harder when I think of seeing Emmett again.

It would never be the same again, that one was for sure.

There would be a tense feeling in the air, an insecurity and uncertainty in everything we would be doing together and this goddamn silence would surround us again like it did on this evening.

I, Ted Schmidt, have officialy ruined the best friendship I've ever had by admitting I'm in love. Great, now I have even less reason to live on this planet, only I'm too much of a pussy to even consider killing myself.

I'm a total loser.

Who was I fooling when I thought that someone like Emmett Honeycutt could be in love with someone like me?

So, this has been a really sad chapter, I hope you don't mind.

There will be Ted/Emmett-Romance, promise.

This is a continuing story, not a random collection of oneshots, so next chapter will go on where this one ended. :)

Please review, I really want to know your opinion on the stuff I wrote.

Again, thank you for reading this crap.

A.S.