As part of a fundraiser, Emma bids on a basket which will require her to go on a date with the basket owner. Only she could get stuck with the one person she didn't want

Sorry someone just pointed out that I had David's last name as Nolan, it's meant to be Swan. Sorry, it was an honest mistake. Please don't accuse me of hating a character I love or saying "that's just bs (which stands for bullshit), that is completely rude and offensive to a writer. It was an honest mistake, if you want to point it out, at least be kind about it.

Basket of Love:

So this is based of Hart of Dixie when they did their basket auction. I think there will only be one more chapter after this, maybe two.

Emma Swan rolled her eyes as her mother, Mary Margaret Swan, made sure that her blonde locks were tucked neatly into place. Emma was staring back at herself in the mirror, and she knew she looked very pretty. With her make-up light and natural, it matched her soft, floaty peach dress that her mother had forced her to wear in honour of Storybrooke's Annual Miners Day.

"There." Mary Margaret smiled. "Now, whoever you end up on this picnic with, they are going to think you are the most beautiful woman there, even if you already are."

"Mom." Emma blushed. "I'm twenty-one years old, I know that I look okay."

Mary Margaret smiled and stood back, as Emma finally got to her feet, wobbling a little in the strappy sandal style heels she was wearing.

"Careful there." Mary Margaret teased, as Emma reached out for her posh, floppy summer hat before putting it on her head, careful not to mess up her mom's hard work. "Well, are you ready then?"

Emma nodded. "I don't have a choice. With you being the most loved school teacher, and dad being the sheriff, these town social events are something I can't escape."

"You say that as though it is a bad thing." Mary Margaret scolded.

Emma didn't say anything.

Mary Margaret and Emma arrived outside the mayor's office twenty-minutes later, and sure enough the majority of the town was there, socializing with one another, and Emma could see her best friend, Isabelle "Belle" French off to the right in deep conversation with one of the town founder's descendant, Robert Gold. Emma waved hello and gave a polite smile as she followed Mary Margaret to where her father, David Swan, was standing with another of the town founders descants and Emma froze, stopping Mary Margaret.

"Mom, no." Emma whispered.

Standing with David was Alexander and Catherine Jones, but that wasn't what gave Emma a pause, it was their twenty-three year old son, Killian Jones. Emma had never liked him. He was cocky and rude, and he strutted around the town as though he was the most important person. He had been a couple of years above her in school. The only times that Killian had been nice to her was when his family had been round at hers for dinner. Other than that, he made a joke of her, and called her a teacher's pet.

Emma had never been so happy when Killian Jones had graduated high school, but she still found that she couldn't escape him. His father and her father were very good friends, and often Emma would come home to see Killian sitting in her family's living room, a beer in his hand, listening to Alexander's and David's conversation, whilst Mary Margaret and Catherine would host another conversation in another room.

"Oh, Emma, don't be stupid. He's not going to be his usual self in public. I know you don't like him, but maybe if you stopped with the snark, you might both actually begin to get along."

Emma rolled her eyes, but allowed her mother to drag her forward. Emma wouldn't lie, but when Killian's eyes landed on her, she felt her stomach flutter like it always did. Apart from him being an arrogant ass, he was a very good looking man.

"Emma…" Alex smiled, stepping forward and embracing her gently. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, I've been in New York." Emma smiled, as Catherine hugged her as well.

"Did you have a good time?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah." Emma answered.

Emma missed the look Alex had given his son, and she was surprised when Killian also lent down to kiss her cheek in a greeting manner.

"Lovely to see you again, Swan."

"Likewise." Emma replied, in a suspicious tone.

"How about you two go get a drink, and then Emma can go sit with her friends for the basket bidding." Mary Margaret smiled.

Reluctantly Emma placed her hand in Killian's outstretched arm, and together they moved away from their parents. Apparently, it was the proper thing to do for the man to offer his arm and the woman to accept under Storybrooke's way of life. As soon as Emma was confident that she was out of her parent's sight, she quickly took her hand off Killian's arm, as they reached the refreshments table.

"I hope for the sake of my health I don't have to kiss your cheek again." Killian said in a snarky tone as he handed her some punch.

"My health was at stake as well. You didn't have to kiss me. You could have just said something polite."

Killian smirked and leant down close to her, their breaths mingling.

"Then I would be denied the satisfaction of your shocked expression. Good day, milady." He winked before beginning to walk away. "Oh, and don't even think of bidding on my basket."

Emma rolled her eyes, but it wasn't until he was gone that she realized one important factor- she wouldn't know which one was his.

Belle finally made her way over to Emma a few moments later, a curious expression on her face.

"I never thought I would see the day that you would allow Killian Jones to kiss you." Belle exclaimed in a surprised manner.

Emma rolled her eyes. "He didn't 'kiss' me. He was putting on a show for our parents. I'm sick of my mom and dad trying to convince me that he's alright. I can't stand him."

Belle chuckled as the two headed over to a table where their names were written on the name-cards that told everyone where they were seated for the event.

"He is handsome and I am sure a lot of girls in this town wouldn't mind his lips on their cheek." Belle teased, as they sat down.

"I'm not most girls." Emma replied, as she glanced out the corner of her eye.

Just as she predicted, Killian was in surrounded by four women, and they were all giggling at whatever he was saying.

"He's such a man-whore." Emma said.

"Emma." Belle scolded. "You don't know that."

Emma rolled her eyes again, as though his was her reaction to anyone who tried to defend Killian.

"Belle, he's had numerous girlfriends, and he reportedly has one night stands every week. He's just a player. His parents are kidding themselves if they think he is going to settle down, or form a relationship with the unlucky woman who is going to win his basket."

Belle sighed. "I guess I agree with you on that."

Emma went to say something else when the town's mayor, Regina Hood, made her way up to the podium, flashing everyone a friendly smile.

"Welcome everyone to our annual Miners Day Festival. So far we have raised five thousand dollars towards re-building our cannery, and after our annual basket auction, we may have much more."

The crowd clapped, and Emma watched from the corner of her eye as Killian sat down next to Ruby Lucas.

"So as you can see we have ten baskets here from our top eligible bachelors." Regina said, clearly trying not to laugh. "Okay so our first basket contains; hot chocolate mix and cinnamon spice, a bottle of Cabernet Merlot, a red rose and a Jane Austen book, Pride and Prejudice."

Emma's eyes widened at the basket's contents and she turned to Belle.

"Oh my god, it's like it was designed for me." Emma whispered.

"Then bid."

"Thirty five dollars." A woman said to the right of her.

"Fifty." Another said.

Emma kept quiet, tossing over the idea, before finally deciding this was it, and that there couldn't be another basket that would appeal to her as much as this one did.

"A hundred dollars." She shouted, earning a few surprised gasps from around her.

"Going once, going twice, and sold to Miss Emma Swan for a hundred dollars." Regina said.

Emma smiled and looked at Belle. "I hope it's that Neal Cassidy, I've been eyeing him for a…."

"Miss Swan has earned a romantic picnic down on the beach with Killian Jones."

Emma's eyes widened in shock and she looked up at Regina. "What?"

"Killian Jones." Regina smirked. "Good luck."

"Oh fuck my life." Emma muttered, as she rested her face in her palms.

"Well, it was too good to be true." Belle whispered.

Emma glanced up to see Killian looking in her direction. She expected him to look annoyed, but instead, the bastard was looking smug and smiling.

"He fucking planned it." Emma hissed. "Well, I'm going to make this the worst "date" he's ever had."

Thoughts?