A/N: Hey guys. I 've had a recent attachment to Kevin Tran from Supernatural, so I decided to write a little backstory for him. Involving how he thought of Kevin Solo and just an old friend of his.

Warnings: Kevin-centric, pre-prophet days, and just sad things.

Full Summary: Kevin could remember almost everything about her. From her lack of height, to the humor in her childish laugh. And when he would remember, he'd think about how much he missed her. She wasn't someone he would've kissed, but she still had a place in his heart. He just couldn't figure out where. She always made him smile in some way whether it was from her eccentric antics or her odd quotes. He missed that.

And in times like these... he really missed her. He really wished she was still here.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Emily and her family. And this story line.

He'd met her in the middle of his junior year, but he could still remember the smallest details about her. Her childish laugh. The mischievous glint in her eye. The way she'd sigh in frustration if her hair went under her glasses...

Just... everything.

But there was one thing Kevin couldn't figure out about her. Or something she did, rather.

When he'd met her, he thought she was just quiet and aloof. Not quite shy, but just... well, quiet. That had confused him later on. The way he later knew her, she was never like that.

She'd just moved to town with her mom, who was a close old friend of his mom's. As any Vietnamese friend, or family as Linda had said, she'd promised that Kevin would help her adjust to his school and tutor her if needed.

The day he met her, it was raining.

All he really knew about her was that she was a freshman and that she was struggling with classes. That was it.

He'd been practicing cello when the door bell rang.

"Kevin! Come down and say hi!" his mother called, excitement lacing her tone.

Hesitantly, he set his bow and instrument down gently. He was always awkward with first impressions.

As Kevin made his way downstairs, he peered down at the young girl standing quietly next to her mother.

She had shoulder length, black hair hidden dirtied, white beanie. She wore an army green jacket with a pastel blue sweatshirt and dark blue jeans under it. Which wasn't too strange- when it rained, it got pretty cold.

She didn't really look bored while their mothers spoke, almost ignoring her, but she didn't look enthralled either. The petite Vietnamese girl looked... uncomfortable.

That was it. Uncomfortable.

As he reached his mother's side, he'd realized he'd been completely analyzing her the whole way down. At least she wasn't looking. She was busy staring holes through his mom's grandfather clock.

"Kevin, this is Có Hoáng." Linda introduced, "And this is her daughter Emily."

"Chào Cô." Kevin greeted politely, "It's nice to meet you both."

"So polite!" Hoáng exclaimed, nodding approvingly at his greeting.

So her name was Emily.

Có Hoáng nudged her, breaking her from her fixation on the clock.

"Oh, uh... Hi, it's nice to meet you too, Kevin." Emily blurted out, sticking out her hand.

He awkwardly took her hand, shaking it lightly. After shaking hands, she immediatly placed her hand back in her pocket and searched for something else to stare at. But the search didn't last long.

Her mom shot her a scolding look. "Emily, take off the hat! We're inside."

Kevin watched her bite back a comment and simply do as her mother told.

After an odd exchange of glances between everyone, his mom asked if they wanted anything to eat. It was a little after dinner time, but it was a good gesture.

"No thank you." Emily answered quietly.

"That's alright, Linda," her mom assured her, "We ate just before we came."

Linda nodded.

"Kevin, why don't you take Emily upstairs while Có Hoáng and I catch up?"

He knew if he protested, it'd be no use. So he just nodded and gestured for her to follow him. At least she'd have the shared feeling of uneasiness as he did. As they walked up the stairs, he could feel her staring holes through his back.

Did she stare holes through everything? It kind of erked him.

"Uh... this is my room." He stated dumbly, once they'd arrived.

There weren't many rooms upstairs; his, a guest, and the open game room.

"You play cello?" Emily asked, finally speaking as they both walked in.

"Yeah, I've played since I was five." Kevin answered, quite thankful she was trying to break the silence.

"Cool." she murmured, "My mom tried to get me to play that and piano when I was younger, but I sucked at it."

She laughed a little at her words. He sputtered out a weak chuckle.

Another awkward silence took over as they sat. Kevin on his desk chair, and Emily on his made bed. He pretended to be interested in his headphones, but watched her examine his room carefully. He'd gotten pretty good at watching people without looking up. Was that weird?

Kevin bit the inside of his cheek. Undoubtedly, he'd have to get to know her. His mom said he'd be tutoring and helping Emily with homework every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday at the library starting next week. It couldn't stay this awkward.

He opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him too it.

"So... my mom told you guys about how stupid I am?" She asked, swinging her legs.

He looked up at her. Emily didn't seem upset at the fact of being called stupid. She just seemed a bit bittersweet about it.

"Er... yeah." Kevin muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Wait- I mean... um," He sputtered, realizing what he said, "Sh-she said..."

"That I'd need tutoring three times a week?" She finished for him with an amused, mischievous glint in her eye.

"Yeah..."

Again, she laughed. This time, he let out a real laugh in spite of himself.

"Thanks and sorry in advance, Kevin." Emily continued smiling at him, "I'm not really good with learning and it might get frustrating with me. I'll probably get annoying."

Kevin nodded.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind helping, really."

After that, they just kind of continued talking. She'd noticed some comics he had stashed in a box. Apparently, she really liked comics.

He learned a bit about her that night; nothing personal though. What interested him the most was that she was an ice skater. A compettitive one.

When she talked about it, she seemed really passionate about it.

"Are you going to try going professional?" Kevin asked curiously.

Emily had shrugged. "Are you kidding me? I love it, but it's a one in a million chance of a person becoming successful as a skater. Not a lot of people pay for a show. Besides, mom wants me to be a scientist."

"Well, you never know." he tried, "Maybe I can see you skate later; then I can tell."

"Maybe."

Before it got too late, of course, she and her mom had to leave. It was Sunday after all.

Kevin said bye to her and her mom, wishing the girl luck at school tomorrow. She only nodded and said she'd see him on the bus.

And that's kind of how it started.

A/N: I am actually Vietnamese, so just thought I'd mention that "Có" is basically saying 'Mrs.' but meaning 'younger than my mother' too. And when saying that, you say the female's Vietnames first name.

You learned a thing today

Please R&R (Despite not much of the story being developed yet lol…)