Emma sat on her bed reading a magazine. She heard Spike open the door.

"Emma, did you clean your room yet?" Spike asked.

"No." Emma responded.

"Well you better start on it." Spike said shutting the door.

Emma rolled her eyes, since Spike was pregnant again; she was on a cleaning rampage. She heard Spike open the door again.

"I don't hear you cleaning!"

Em threw her magazine on the floor and got up from her bed. She started to pick things up off the floor, which included clothes, magazines, books, trash, anything. When she was done with that she started on taking things out from under her bed that she didn't want. She then came across a purple box. She grabbed it and set it in her lap. When she opened it right on top was a picture of her and Sean. As she looked through the box there were different things inside. Things he had given her like, pictures, journal entries, and other thing she didn't even know she had. She then closed it, the memories of Sean flooded into her mind. Their first date, all the times they had spent together, his face, the shooting. She was about to throw the box away, but then something stopped her, she didn't know why, but she couldn't just throw all those memories away. He broke her heart so many times, but she still had those feelings for him. He has been gone for a year; he hasn't had any contact with anyone that Emma knew of. She sat on the floor with the purple box in her lap for who knows how long, but her thoughts were interrupted to the sound of the basement door opening. She was prepared for it to be Spike, but a different figure came down the stairs.

"Hey." She said placing the box on her bed and standing up.

Craig came over closer to her.

"Heard you were cleaning." He said looking around the room. "I can see its coming along alright."

She shook her head. "Not really."

Craig looked at all the stuff on the floor that came from under her bed. He then spotted the purple box on the bed.

"What's in that?" He asked picking it up.

"Nothing." Em said grabbing the box from his hands.

Craig raised an eyebrow. "Yeah like I'm going to believe that."

He grabbed the box from her and opened it. He stared into it blankly. He grabbed the photo of Emma and Sean out of the box.

"I found the box under my bed; I thought I threw all this stuff away." Emma said quickly.

Emma and Craig had gotten much closer since they first met each other a while back, he was like her big brother.

"You still have feelings for him?" Craig asked looking at Emma.

"No." Emma fibbed.

Craig cocked his head to the side and just stared at her. He knew she was lying.

Emma sighed. "Ok, maybe I still have some feelings for him, but it's not like he's going to come back."

"You never know Em." Craig said setting the box on the bed.

"He's not coming back it's been over a year Craig." Emma said stubbornly.

Craig shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"You can never look on the bright side can you?" Craig questioned.

Emma looked away from him; she studied the purple box on the bed.

"Ever since he left, you can't seem to be yourself." Craig said sadly.

Emma bit her lip. He was right. She hasn't really been herself. She always seemed to not be all there. On weekends she would usually stay home, it took Craig over three months to get her out of the house to go to a party, which resulted badly. A kid had spilt beer all over her clothes, strange guys were flirting with her, and to top all that off she was basically alone through out the party. She lost Craig in a crowd of people and couldn't find him, so she sat on the couch the whole time. And then a few months after that, she hooked up with Jay, resulting in getting an STD. Em would never admit that she wasn't being herself, she didn't have to. Em looked back at Craig; she watched his face form into a smile.

"I have an idea." He said with a wide smile.

"What kind of idea?" Em asked.

"You'll see, just pack your stuff ok." Craig said excitedly.

"Pack my stuff----Craig what's going on in that head of yours?" Em asked confused.

"Just pack your stuff, I'm going to go talk to Spike so no ease dropping!"

Craig half ran up the stairs. Emma was curious; he never acted like this before. So she did what he told her to, she packed a few shirts, shorts, skirts, and capris, plus some other things like tooth brush, hair brush, hair dryer, underwear, ect. Craig came back down ten minutes later.

"Were leaving tomorrow, your Mom said it was ok to go on a trip." He said sitting on her bed.

"Where are we going?" Em asked zipping her bag.

"It's a surprise; we are going on a road trip, so meet me at the Dot tomorrow." Craig said heading back toward the stairs. Em looked back toward the purple box.

"One more thing." Craig said.

Emma looked toward him.

"Bring your bathing suit."