Emmalynn Jones

"Please."

"No." I get of my bed which he currently occupies and switch to my threadbare, gigantic couch.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesse! I know I ask a lot of you all the time but for this, I'm begging you, to have mercy on my poor soul," He gets down on one knee, hands clasped under his pleading face. His baby blues bore into my grass green ones and his copper hair brushes the top of his eyelashes. I make a mental note to tell him he should probably get it cut soon.

Snorting, I push my glasses up my nose and turn sideways on the couch, lying longwise on the beat up, old piece of furniture, "I do too much for you and you're hardly poor, Gray. Find some other girl."

"Emma, there is no other girl. Just you," Earnestly, he makes himself comfortable by picking up my feet and depositing them on his lap. I ignore him as usual and jot down important side notes in the margins of my textbook. Flipping away my feelings when he cups my sweatpant clad knee, I remind myself that he's a friend. He doesn't think of you like that and never will.

And for that, I didn't blame him. It would have been stupidly reprehensible if I was even bitter. If I was as sinfully handsome as he was, I wouldn't have spared me a glance either. With baby blue eyes, which he inherited by his mom Ana, bordered by long, thick brown eyelashes, he could practically melt girls by simply looking at them. Equally thick copper hair topped his hair, keeping it shaggy enough to make him mischievous. His full lips held no imperfection except when he smirked on a regular basis. His jaw seemed to be carved out of marble emphasized by his five 'o'clock shadow.

Of course he had an equally amazing body to match because it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the male gender. But no, seeing as Theo had obtained a football scholarship (which he politely declined seeing as how his father is one of the richest men in the world), he had to be athletic and fit. This is when a normal person goes to the obvious assumption: he must be stupid and a d-bag. Wrong again. Now, while he denies being Einstein, he's certainly no Paris Hilton. He'd gotten all A's in high school and even placed 2nd in a science fair. As for his kindness, he loves all animals and has a soft spot for elderly folks where he routinely volunteers at a nursing home.

Yeah, it's a little bit unfair that he even exists would be an understatement.

"Yeah right. How many girls have you used that line on again?" I shake my head to remove those stirrings and return to my biology textbook.

Arrogant now, he grins crookedly, momentarily forgetting his original quest for my presence as he recalls something, "A few." Returning to the present, he gazes up at me with wide, puppy eyes, "I'll do anything, please?"

"No, no you can't use your puppy dog eyes… That is so not fair. You know I'm not immune," I groan in defeat and he pumps his fist, jumping up from the couch.

"Victory!" I raise an eyebrow and he humbly gets down on his knees and worships me, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Rolling my eyes, I grab his arm, "Cut it out. Why do you want me to go anyway? Theo, we both know I don't fit in with that crowd. Unless I suddenly become a millionaire, I'll never fit in. "

Even after all these years of being best friends with the Grey kids, I still was uncomfortable with the wealth that was fragrantly displayed. At our college, you didn't get in unless you were rich, athletic, or worked insanely hard academically. I of course, had to do the last. It is an incredibly exclusive school. I am a scholarship kid, and a female in a place that only allowed men years back. Not to mention I was insanely studious and was uncomfortable with partying. Let's just say I didn't exactly make best friends.

"I'll protect you. I want you there. And some of the debutante mothers are circling, asking 'Theodore, do you have a girlfriend?' 'Theodore, what are your plans for your life?' 'Oh Theodore, I'm just dying to introduce you to my daughter Princess Pinkie Pie the fourth, she just loves to get her nails done, I'm sure you have so much in common'."

I break out into giggles at his spot-on imitation of their nagging, high-pitched whining.

Blowing out air, he slumps into the couch cushions, "I'm in college, what do these women want from me?"

"Your young, virile body?" That was mostly me actually.

I laugh when his face scrunches in disgusted amusement, "Ew, Em. Never going to happen."

"Not even with the right MILF?"

"We're not going there. You said something earlier about cash, money doesn't matter to me." I know he genuinely means that. But it matters to me. Theo has always been outfitted with only the finest clothes and objects that money can buy. Now for instance, he was wearing a loose dress shirt, a blazer, and jeans that looked damn good on his muscled form. His mom probably forced him into that for brunch with the family. He doesn't fit in at my tiny dorm room at all; the girly vibe completely contrasts his casual, windblown masculinity. My roommate, Sasha, decorated her side of our room with feminine, cutesy designer objects while I brought my old couch and big, super organized calendar that hangs on the wall. It is a daily reminder for me to keep on track.

A lock of jet black hair swings into my face from my extremely messy bun, making me look incompetent compared to what girls would call a Greek God in my room. Hell, I didn't even take a shower today whereas some girls wouldn't feel fit to be in his presence without an hour of getting ready. My black glasses slide down my nose again and I take them off in frustration, setting them on the side table nearby.

As kids, I could clearly tell that everyone was plain dumbfounded. The question on their minds was obvious. What was a girl like me doing with a guy like him? Most thought that I did his homework. I probably would have happily helped him. That is, if he needed it. I was one of the smartest kids in class but Theo is brilliant-while he always denies it, he's wrong-, immensely independent, and competitive. We worked well together on projects. Despite social constraints, i.e. his extreme wealth and my middle class household, we grew up to be best friends because my mom Gail Jones, the maid and mother figure of Mr. Grey, worked for the Greys. She usually brought my twin brother Everett and I along whenever she did housework or babysat the Grey kids.

My brother and I were a shocker to my father Jason Taylor, who is also working for the Greys as a security guard, and mother. He didn't expect any more kids but was pleasantly surprised when he heard my mom was pregnant. My parents were open to more children but didn't think it would happen. My half sister, Sophie Jones, used to enthrall Theo even though she is seven years older. She's engaged to a good man now much to what I'm sure is his disappointment. The four of us Everett, Phoebe, Theo, and myself, grew to be fast friends. Back then, we were all a team. Now sadly, I hadn't seen Phoebe since… the incident. She was with her parents right now but I had heard rumors she'd be returning to the university yet I wasn't yet brave enough to broach the subject with Theo.

"You know how hard I worked to get into this school." I fiddle with the bent paper of my purple notebook, not courageous enough to look at him.

"It's only one night." While the concern in his eyes is touching, I smack his arm.

"Look, I said yes. You should go before my roommate comes back." Although, Sasha was usually out with friends or her boyfriend.

"Why?" He picks up an orange from a bowl filled with them. I put them there so that I could grab one if I was hungry and running late. Tossing it left and right athletically between hands, he challengingly studies my reaction, "Scared of what she'll think of you for having-gasp-a boy in the room?"

Grabbing the fruit from him, I point to the door, "I'm not the one who should be scared. She's a man-eater and I don't have anything against that but she's been looking for a prize to go on her arm."

"Urgh. I'm out, I'll see you at my parents' fundraiser…?" He picks his jacket off the rack slowly and opens the door a crack.

"I wouldn't go back on my word."

My pocket buzzes and I check it. Sasha.

'Hay girly Im staying with my bf for a few days. you have the apartment all to yourself! dont throw partays without me!'

'Okay, thanks for the info. Good luck with your boyfriend."

'Thnx!XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXO'

I snicker, not unkindly, as I read her messages. Couldn't fault her for being kind and overenthusiastic. I could only foresee the terrible break-up that was bound to happen. Sasha's type was jerks and assholes, she knew it and told me. I thought that once she saw the pattern herself, she would change her taste. Though, I guess it wasn't that easy sometimes. She may have a lot of money but she doesn't treat me like crap or anything since I'm not as wealthy

"What is it?"

"Apparently Sasha is staying with her boyfriend for a while." I set some popcorn in the microwave while he digs through the stack of movies, "hey, get out of there."

"I wanted to see your collection, so sue me. I'll go if I'm not wanted," he replies with an upset, fake snooty sniff.

"Theo?" I guiltily tap my textbook as he moves slowly, trying to get me to change my mind about sending him off. I remorsefully set aside my homework stack, a student like me really should be working.

"Hmm?" Casually, he turns on the ball of his foot.

"You know, she's probably not going to be home for a few days."

"Was that an invitation?" A flirty smile graces his perfect lips.

"Don't make me regret asking this; do you want to stay for a while? For a few minutes of course, nothing more."

He grins in victory. White, perfect teeth on display in a toothy grin, except for the chip in his right incisor.

"I would love to stay. Action or adventure?"

"What?"

He pulls out two dvd's from behind his back. Die Hard, the typical choice of Theo, or Indiana Jones, sadly the last one. I had lent the previous movies to Theo and he had yet to return them.

"Hey!" I throw a couch cushion at him with a smile.

He dodges it effortlessly, "Woah! I knew you would change your mind, so I picked us some choices."

"I hate it when I'm so predictable. Make us some popcorn, I have to pee." Once I return, Theo is waiting on the couch with a bowl of the popcorn with a blanket spread over himself with the lights turned off.

"Are you going to stand there all night?"

"I'll start it."

He pats the cushion closest to himself unconsciously. Once I'm in place next to him, he curls an arm around my shoulder with a suspicious yawn.

"Theo…" I warn.

"Sh. It's getting good." Settling into his warm, strong body like Jell-O oozing into cracks, I relax my head on his hard shoulder.

"Jeez, why are you so fit? It's not very comfortable." I grumble in a voiced reminder to myself as defense of my allowance of comfort even if I did love that he was bigger than me in every way.

"Sh!" He jostles me teasingly against his side.

We watch the whole movie and two more, Die Hard and Live Free or Die Hard. I close my eyes on the last one as the credits roll, simply enjoying his reassuring presence. A large hand spans my stomach and I giggle tiredly, whispering so I don't disturb the peace, "Quit it."

He then skims upward to cup my breast through my shirt. Suddenly, I'm wide awake when a flash of heat pinkens my cheeks and pulses through my whole body. Stunned into unmoving stiffness, I rigidly await his next move, whether in anticipation or dread, I didn't know. I think it was a combination of the two. He groans, the deep sound vibrating in his chest, transferring over into me. His long arm around my shoulder brings me into his rock hard chest while his grip on me tightens. I arch into him on instinct when his thumb brushes my hard peak over the bra. The soft, ancient fabric drags across my sensitive chest. Wanting more, I dig my hand under his back in the coach cushions, accidentally stabbing myself with the mechanical pencil I had left here. I snap out of my trance in bewilderment. It felt so good but this was one of my best friends. Embarrassed, I shove him off the couch.

"Theo!"

"Wah?! Wa'z happen'in?" He scrubs his face in exhaustion and the level of mortification I felt could never be matched. He was asleep. The whole time.

"Nothing!" I screech.

He cradles his head, "Shh. Inside voice. Just woke up."

"Sorry, sorry. It was nothing…" I was eternally grateful that he had turned out the lights for the movie so he couldn't see the ripe shade of raspberry I was turning.

He didn't want me. He dated models, not slightly overweight, four eyed brainiacs with braces.

"What time is it Short Stuff?" Ah, yes. Let's not forget that, I was almost two foot smaller than his statuesque height. Small Stuff was an 'endearment' that I earned in school. Now I could add miniature to my list of 'attractive' factors.

I struggle to keep my heavy breathing under control, "I don't know."

Theo shrugs in the dim light of the lamp I turn on, and to my disappointment, having no trouble with his breathing. Shielding his eyes with a grimace, he checks his phone, the blue glow illuminating his face like an ad for attractive people with phones. To think he was just fondling me.

"Emma?" Pleadingly, he unconsciously plays with his five' o'clock shadow.

"Yeah?" I snap out of my reverie, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes. I didn't notice those before when he was so animated.

"Can I stay here tonight? I'm really tired but I can go if you need to get up tomorrow… And the whole roommate thing…"

I sigh, getting over my awkward sexual tension. I squeeze my head, cleansing the thoughts running through. This was Theo, from my childhood. Theo was harmlessly spooning, just like he probably did with all the girls. I was the one being horny and weird. And when could I ever deny him anything?

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course you can stay. Tomorrow is Saturday, why would I have to get up for that? As for Sasha, if she finds us here, I'll explain that you're a friend." Just a friend.

"Thanks. I just crashed suddenly and I don't think I've could make it home awake. You still have my spare things?"

"Of course. Don't you have mine?" We had made emergency sleepover kits when we were in fourth grade.

"You have to ask?" Standing, he stretches and I'm gifted with the sight of his pants falling low on his hips, revealing a slight snail trail with those v lines where his hips met his legs standing out in high relief. I wanted to possessively run my tongue over those lines, wanted to taste his tan skin… Oh, what was wrong with me tonight!? Hell, I wasn't in high school anymore so why was I staring at him like a horny fifteen year old? I had never been this boy crazy. This was new. I really needed a cold shower… Right now.

Theo ends up falling asleep on the couch again after coming out of the bathroom. Once I'm cooled off from the ice cold liquid, I make my way to my own bed in the darkness. Bumping into my desk with a loud screech against the hardwood floor, I curse mutely. Pausing, he doesn't stir, so I get into bed and put my dripping hair into another bun.

"Why do you call me Theo?"

"Hmm?" I buy myself more time.

"Why not Teddy?" His normally deep voice was rougher from sleep.

"Sorry if I woke you," I twist my fingers through my hair thoughtfully, finding an answer, "I don't know. Everyone calls you Teddy but you've always been Theo to me." Because I wanted something of him that nobody else had, "You were out pretty fast. Long day?"

Our voices are the only noise in the room besides the white noise outside. I always found that sleeping in the same room so personal. Trust that they wouldn't pull stupid pranks or the added security that you were there if something happened. It all seemed so special and with anybody besides family or him, I wouldn't be comfortable.

"Yeah. I went hard at mixed martial arts practice today." I revel in the low sound of his rich, smooth voice in the dark, able to completely focus on one aspect of him. Theo was always so overwhelming, taking control of all my senses with his looks, his smell, the way his voice sounded… It was much better when I could concentrate on his brain rather than his stunning features.

"Why?"

"Because I was thinking of so many people I wanted to beat up." He stated it simply, devoid of anger, as a matter of fact rather than anger.

"Ah." I knew exactly what he was talking about. He didn't have to go into depth on that one unless he wanted to. I was only brutally honest when people asked me for advice or persistently prodding if I didn't know the situation.

Abruptly, he changes the subject just like I thought he would, "Why did you push me off the couch earlier? Nightmare?"

He shifts in bed and I think again how intimate it is to sleep nearby to someone. I blush hot again at the idea of his sweaty muscular body writhing against mine, discarding that as quickly as it came, and mutter, "Yeah."

"About what?"

"Not getting any sleep."

"Funny. Sorry I asked."

"I'm kidding. It was about schoolwork. I was in front of my classmates naked." Damn. I'm still a terrible liar.

"I thought it was about schoolwork."

"Both! I mean, both. Look, we should get some sleep. Tomorrow's a… day."

"Don't remind me."

After his breathing returns to normal, do I finally drift off.

A/N: So this story is about Theodore Gray, the son of Anastasia and Christian Gray. This will switch between Emma's and Phoebe's perspective. I began writing this since my brain randomly came up with an idea when I saw Teddy's name. (I don't question creativity. I'm happy with what I get.) I know that Emma would probably not have braces when she was in college but it's a story. My friend Imani suggested that if I wanted to practice smut that I should write a fanfic for the one of the most famous smut fanfic turned into book ever. So I've started one. Enjoy!

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