AUTHORS IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: SO JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, Sean's been missing from Degrassi since his and Emma's break up so Emma just moved on, thinking he screwed his life up and was missing in action with Jay and his bad gang. She has no idea whats to come tehe. By the way it's like season 7..
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Emma looked up as she felt a small splatter of water hit her forehead. She stood outside Degrassi and sighed. It's been raining every day for the past week.
"Looks like it's gonna rain again." she told Manny.
Manny nodded and dug into her purse for her umbrella, "Geez where is Spike?" she asked as she found it and opened it, the two of them scooted under it for shelter.
A lot has changed since almost 2 years ago... like Emma herself. She had grown into a beautiful 17 year old girl, who had flawless skin and still those long heavenly sent legs and signature smile. Her hair was blonder, and longer. Her hazel eyes popped with a little mascara and she wore a hip hugging dark blue jean skirt and white tank top with a thin grey zip up sweater over it from the weather.
This was her last year in Degrassi, and then she was headed for big things! She was looking at colleges, and University's too that were offering scholarship for her perfect grades.. all she had to do, was keep them up! She really wanted this, wanted to travel. She knew it'd be hard, and a little expensive, but it's what she wanted.
What else has changed? OH, Snake was better again, and him and Spike took Jack on tons of vacations this year. Emma was happy for her family but missed them when they went on long trips but Snake deserved it. OH, and her and Manny were friends again, the best, after their fight a while back and another one that took place over Chris and Liberty last year. But Chris was just a rebound boyfriend. From you know who. But we won't get into that. Emma liked to try to forget him. The boy who broke her heart...
I guess she'll fill you in on him, Sean Cameron. He'd be 18 now wherever the heck he was. Ever since he left her for his 'cool new friends', he's been missing in action and Emma bet he went on the bad path she expected he would because of Jay Hogart. It still saddened her sometimes to think about, but it's been a long time, and she tried to move on. She had hoped Sean wouldn't fall into their habits... but he must of. Degrassi was weird without him, and it was a painful break up at a painful time so she tried tried to move on with getting Snake back to health and using Chris as rebound. It helped, with Sean not around at all anymore...
She's heard people sometimes, say they saw him around at night, saying something was different about him. She wished she could see him, just to know what they meant, she couldn't help but worry. It was Sean. Her first love. But... that was done now wasn't it? She hadn't heard of anybody seeing him recently so maybe he was gone for good and her feelings needed to go for good too. That's why she accepted Peter's flirtation this year. It helped also he was the principles son who was also Emma's scholarship reference. Mrs H would work hard for Emma, as long as Emma kept Peter happy. They weren't 'officail' yet, but even Manny knew he was going to ask soon.
"Look, there's Peter." giggled Manny, nudging her hips into Emma's.
Emma was so zoned out she almost stumbled, and put her hair behind her ears. She smiled a little, seeing him come over and wave.
"You wanna walk home with me?" he grinned sheepishly at Emma, standing a bit in the rain, showing how much he'd do just to be around her.
Emma smiled, blushing a bit and looked down, "Sure." she nodded and shared a look with Manny who smirked and watched her go. When they were out of sight, Manny frowned, eyeing them. She just didn't see it, the 'spark'. She'd only seen Emma truly in love with only one guy before...but that guy was gone. Manny never knew what happened to Sean. I guess none of them truly did, but it never made sense to Manny that he just vanished like that. They were friends too you know?
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"Your project today in Kwans class was really good." Peter told Emma on the walk home, holding an umbrella over himself and her.
She smiled kindly, "Thanks."
He teased, "But that's not normal for you, right? Getting the best marks."
Emma shrugged, adjusting the bag on her shoulders. She really was blossoming into a beautiful young woman, Peter couldn't help but eye her white shirt, noticing the wet cleveage that hung out.
"Yours was good too." Emma said, snapping him out of it and gave an odd look when he jumped.
In the shadows, over by the trees, somebody was watching them. They had great sense of hearing, and heard Emma talking to Peter as they walked through the rain. They had also seen and caught Peter staring at Emma in a way he shouldn't of, and a low growl was heard.
"This is me." Emma declared, stopping just outside her house and ran her fingers through her hair. She was just his height, and he stared into her eyes. She was so model like, and so sweet, angelic..yet mouthy when she had to be.
"You wanna go on a date with me Emma Nelson?" Peter asked with a grin
Emma looked at him and then down at her feet smiling. Did she? She actually wasn't sure now that it was said out loud. I mean, Peter was cute and all but something, something always held her back.
"Sure." she said, pushing herself to agree and bared the smile at him and he nodded, excited.
As she watched him grab a pen out of his pocket and begin to write on her hand, she eyed him. Cute as he was...he wasn't her type. He should be. But he wasn't.
"So I'll see you on the weekend" he told her, finishing his number on her hand, "Saturday night." he cringed as he said embarrassed. "I'll borrow my moms car to come pick you up.
Emma shrugged her shoulders, "Alright." she laughed a little.
"Ok." he grinned, "See you later Miss Nelson"
She stood in silence, watching him go. She wondered why no body could catch her eye like some guy did when she was only 15. She suddenly yelped, noticing now she was in the pouring rain since he took the umbrella.
In the shadows, the mysterious figure watched her turn around and laugh a little as she ran through the rain, running through the puddles and into her house. The blue eyes that watched her seemed to hesitate, then look determined.
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Manny: I can't believe he asked you out! I'm so coming over tomorrow and you gotta tell me everything!
Emma giggled a bit, on the phone with Manny and cleaning up around her room, "You wanna come over tonight?" she asked, glancing at her window. The storm was making a tree slam its branches against the window and she eyed it wearily. Creepy.
"Snake and mom took Jack on another trip to Niagara Falls this week." Emma bit her lip, "I'm all alone."
"In that big ol spooky house?" Manny giggled, "I can't tonight, but tomorrow I'll come over soon as I can!"
Emma sat on the end of her bed, grumbling, it was probably a Spinner thing. The two were at it again, but Emma was sure it was Manny just being Manny. She kept her heart locked up tight since Craig Mannings ever hurt her, so her and Spinner were just fooling around again.
"OKaaay." she sighed.
"Night Em! Love you." Manny sang and hung up.
Emma did the same and looked down at the floor. She got lost in her thoughts as she felt something kinda watching her and gasped a bit when she swore she saw a shadow by the window. Her eyes darted around, and shivers ran up her spine. Girl, alone in the house, late at night. Classic horror movie beginning.
She put her phone to her ear again after dialing Libertys number. Nothing. She dragged her feet up the stairs, and sadly hung up. Liberty was focusing a lot on herself this year, trying to also get into a good school for University. Since Jt had died last year, Libertys been finally coming around and so was Emma. It was a hard year for everyone.
Emma had changed into her short loose shorts and a white tank top and as she walked up into the kitchen, her hour glass body showed off just how much she had grown up.
The front door knocked and Emma jumped a bit, looking at it with fear in her eyes. It was almost midnight. Who would be knocking at this house?
She shut her eyes, muttering to herself stop feeling so paranoid. This was the second night now since being left alone without family, feeling like she was being watched. All she knew, it was probably just Joey checking up on her, like her parents always asked him too.
She opened the door, fluttering her eyes a bit from the heavy rain and wind. Nothing. The wind was roaring from the storm, sending out a loud whistle and Emma saw nobody on her door step. Maybe she had just thought she heard a knock?
This was too friggen creepy.
Emma took a deep breath, just as a thunder crackled from the grey stormy clouds and she yelped to then roll her eyes at herself. Toughin up! Emma turned and went to shut the door.
"Emma." she heard.
She froze, but didn't turn yet. It sounded so familiar. And what happened to the fact nobody was there a second ago? Emma turned slowly, looking over her shoulder until she turned face to face with who she thought it was. Sean Cameron. Only he looked older, hair grown a bit more, and body taller, muscular. He was a man. I mean Emma, who sweared she hated the guy, had a hard time looking away. It didn't help that he stood in the rain with his classic white wife beater on, becoming a little see-through and clinging to his every ab. His skin looked flawless.
Emma finally ripped her eyes off him and locked eyes with him. That's when she noticed he didn't look all very good. His eyes were red, skin flushed, and his face looked like it was struggling with actual pain. Was he hurt? Emma scanned him worriedly.
Something was different about him. He wasn't the boy who broke her heart anymore, well, guess he was but he looked so different and they were now grown up.
She tried to pick her mouth up but was in too much shock to talk. For once, Emma Nelson was speechless.
"Sean?..." her heart pounded too quickly for her to catch her breath.
/How did we get here?
Well I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well I think I know
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And its hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well I will figure this one out
On my own
(I'm screaming "I love you so")
On my own
(My thoughts you can't decode)
{Decode-paramore}/
His eyes use to be her favorite asset about him, and though still the same, they were slightly different. They seemed more...alert, and icy looking.
Emma had backed up, walking backwards and she shut the door after him as he walked in when she invited him in.
He swallowed hard, and seemed to be nervous or something. "Are...are you okay?" she had to ask.
The corner of his mouth twitched up a little. Leave it to Emma to know him better than anyone.
"I don't look okay?" he asked her. He gazed at her too and she wasn't stupid, his eyes scanned down her long legs and back up to her new upper body. She was a young woman now, and this jerk thought he could get away with checking her out!
She crossed her arms almost madly and he tried not to smirk. She was still Emma, but different.
He seemed pale to her, though it was a nice color against his skin, she began to wonder if it was drugs. Had he gotten into drugs? Damn them. Damn Jay and Alex and those freaks for ruining Sean..
"I can get you a hot chocolate or something." she said, finally turning.
His eyes followed her to the kitchen, and his wet clothes were leaking a bit at the spot he stood in.
"Or something." he muttered, staring at her retreated back.
Emma put the sinks faucet on, she thought she heard him say something, but first things first. He was probably cold as ever from being out there in the storm. As she put water in her kettle, she remembered and knew they had ended things rough but it'd been a long time and she had moved on . . right? I mean, he probably did too so, this was just progress, a friend helping an old friend. They could be friends, right?
If he was in trouble, she'd help. That was the type of person she was.
She put the kettle on the stove and then turned to yelp a little, pressing back on the sinks counter when Sean was standing directly infront of her. When the, excuse her language but, frig did he get over here?!
"Sean!" she breathed, putting her hand on her chest and trying to catch her breath, "Don't sneak up on people like that!"
He stared at her, and when she calmed down, her eyes locked on his too. Where had he been all this time?
"sorry." was all he muttered, looking around her kitchen. Everything seemed the same. Besides Emma. She was always a pretty girl, but now she was breath taking gorgeous.. only seemed right for how long it's been.
She eyed him at the corner of her eye, and turned to grab two mugs, just as she heard thunder crack outside the house again.
"Sean..is there someone you wanna...call?" she asked, turning back and put the mugs on the table. She noticed her fingers a little shakey and one of the mugs almost slipped off the table. Sean caught it. Rather quickly. She gasped sharply and looked at him, and back to the mug. He handed it out for her to grab but noticed her eyeing him and he decided to change the subject.
"Nobody to call." he said, turning his head towards her fridge and staring at her sweet little family photo. Sometimes, he even missed Snake.
Emma's heart clenched. It had to be drugs.
"Sean you can stay here if you need a place to stay tonight. You can have my parents room, they're gone for a little while, but you're gonna have to start talking.." she cringed a bit, "Just showing up here, after you've been gone so long.."
"You noticed?" he asked rather icily.
Emma was taken back and tilted her head at him but he didn't give her a long time to think.
"I just.." his voice was so much deeper now, manlier. Emma knew he was a year older than her and it'd been some time since she saw him but he really looked almost even in his twenties. He seemed so much more mature. He'd give those Degrassi boys a run for their money.
He closed his eyes and opened them, "Thanks for letting me crash. I'll explain everything tomorrow."
Emma jumped, and noticed Sean didn't when the kettle went off. She nodded slightly and then went to it, taking it off the stove. Her heart ached for him, did he really have nobody to call? What if it was worse than she thought? What if he committed a murder?! What if he was wanted?!
"Emma." he said her name again and her breath stopped.
She turned to look over her shoulder at him and then turned with the kettle to fill the cups, "Yea?" she peaked up a little up at him.
He opened his mouth, but before he got to speak, the lights flickered. They both looked up, waiting for it to stop.
He looked back at her, watching her face twist a little and slowly smiled remembering she hated the dark. As she looked away from lights and back to him, she admitted, "It's been kind of a creepy night.."
He smirked a little. Same old Emma. Though it didn't help that she did have good reason to fear tonight, to even fear him.
"You're alone. That can be scary."
Emma eyed him, wondering if there was more to that sentence. She snapped out of it, grabbing a mug and offered it to him. He seemed to glance over, at her and the cup and he sadly smiled.
Geez, that smile.. .she hadn't seen those dimples in forever.. the way it caved into his cheeks.
Emma blinked and watched him finally take it, his fingers slowly grasping the cup she held and his fingers grazed her fingers. She gasped, and yes she felt a bit of those old tingles and tried to ignore the butterflies, but she also felt the cold icy temperature of his hands.
He even looked her dead in the eye, knowing what she felt.
"You're freezing.." she bluntly said.
He chuckled, staring down at the drink in his hands, "I know." he then frowned, rather deeply. Emma noticed him not even take a sip.
Her face cringed, she just, she knew something was wrong and she was dying to know.
"I know our last..." she drifted off, rolling her eyes, "..conversation with another was kinda..brutal. But I want to help you, Sean. You do seem like you need some help?"
"Would I come to Emma Nelson if I didn't?" he slightly teased.
She hid her blush, and wished her old feelings for him would go away right now. This was just Sean. They could be friends. Besides, she was kinda with Peter now. Peter, Peter, Peter. Emma kept silently reminding herself
She joked back, "Well this is progress, Sean Cameron going through step 1, admitting he has a problem. And step two, trying to find help." she gasped playfully, "Sean Cameron needs help."
Her giggle danced along his ears and it'd been so long since he heard it that it almost hurt. Emma noticed him not laugh back and awkwardly shifted.
"A-are you tired? I can go set the bed up, upstairs." she began to guide him out of the kitchen.
He followed her, gazing down her body and to her hips, his feet following after hers. He saw how long her hair had gotten, swaying down her back, and those curves, that as-
Emma had just turned to look at him when she stopped at her parents' room, and he gazed back up at her as she then squinted her eyes eying him. Was he seriously just checking her ass out or something? She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile and feel her body go warm. Her and Sean were never like that, it was puppy love then when they were younger. Now, passion was brewing.
"Come on," she instructed, going in and plucking the pillows and pulled down the blankets of her parents bed for him. She had turned, and gazed him up and down. "You..probably need new clothes." she said with a sheepish look, and went to her fathers closet. Well, Step Dad's.
Sean itched the back of his head, and ran a hand through his wet hair. "Thanks." he said when she turned and held some black sweat pants. Snake was probably too tall to give Sean his jeans.
"If you wanna change and give me your clothes, I can dry them for you." she said.
He nodded, taking the clothes from her. He began to unbotton his jeans. Emma's eyes widened turning around and going a hard shade of red. He was changing right there?!
Sean had peeled his wet shirt off when he noticed her turned from him and he slightly chuckled. Right, guess he should of changed else where.. but he didn't mind.
Neither did she.
When he was done, he couldn't help but stare at that shiney blonde hair again. How he missed running his fingers through it. He slowly tied the string of the sweatpants as he gazed down her body and couldn't help but tilt his head in admiration..
"Done?" Emma snapped him out of it
He coughed slightly and nodded, "yea."
She turned, to then shift a bit. He couldn't put on a damn shirt? His milky skin was perfect, his abs still in good hard shape and the biceps rock hard. He pushed back his dampish wavy hair and Emma had to eye him.
He looked up, to notice that, and asked, "What?"
She blinked, and looked away but couldn't help but admit, "You look... different."
His eyes darkened on her and she tilted her head a little, her hazel eyes squinting just a bit and her mouth parted a little like she was trying to figure it out..
"You do too." he confirms, his eyes swaying down her body and her cheeks felt warm, crossing her arms a bit and caught his smirk.
Was he flirting? He had no dang right!
"Good night Sean" she said with an annoyed tone, going back to the door but a smile crept out.
"Emma?"
She stopped abruptly, and turned before shutting the door. Him just saying her name had her weak in the knees. This wasn't fair. Gone two years and just comes back, and still owns her heart.
"Can you let me sleep in?" he asked while shutting the curtains.
She nodded with a shrug, "sure."
"Don't-" he seemed to choke on his words but finally found them, "Don't come in in the morning. Just knock around lunch time."
She smiled a little, remembering how much of a day sleeper he was and how ironic it would be when she began to understand this more.
"Okay" she sweetly said and finally closed the door behind her.
It was hard at first for her to sleep, a million thoughts running through her head and wondering where Sean Cameron had been all these months. She hoped he was okay, she knew she should hate him but he looked like he really did need her help.
She couldn't believe it. He was back, and here, a floor up actually from her. But knowing that, put her in a deep slumber, feeling sorta safe now. Not even the tree outside her window or the thunder scared her anymore.
When she was in a deep sleep, a shadow hung over her bed and sat at the edge of it, staring and watching her sleep.
Sean's eyes softened, and he watched her with such a tender look in his cold eyes. His hollow stomach began to feel a bit of flutter, like the way Emma use to always make him feel and still did. Guess it would never go away, dead or not. Emma was always his one and only girl.
He stood up, and covered her more with her blankets as her body laid on one side, curling a bit and her hair sprawled against her pillow. He knew he shouldn't of, but he reached his hand out, and finally caressed those golden locks.
He heard another crackle of thunder, and watched her stir and his hand shot back like fire as his eyes glowed gold, afraid she was waking up. She stayed asleep though, whimpering a little and he frowned, wishing he could crawl in beside her.
Why did he even come? Was this a mistake? Was she gonna be in danger now..
'I shouldn't of dragged her into this' he thought
his inner demons taunted back, 'or maybe you just wanted to drag her in the dark with you, like old times. That girl was always too good for you.'
'I'd never hurt her like that..'
'You've hurt her before.' his demons reminded shamelessly.
'That wasn't me! That was Jay, and the glamour. I would of never said those things to her. I would of never left her..She's mine.' Sean glared angrily at nothing really but himself, then glanced down so sadly at Emma again.
He wished they were young and clueless again, he wished he was still a boy. He wasn't. Not one bit anymore. In fact, he was a monster.
He remembered he'd sneak in here on school nights, climb through her window when Spike was asleep. Emma was so uptight even then that she wouldn't even let him sit on her bed, but he'd still be content on sleeping on the floor... whatever it took to just be near her.
He smiled slightly and then his eyes darkened. He came here for a reason. Jay gave him a choice. Turn her... or kill her.
/How did we get here?
Well I used to know you so well, yeah yeah
How did we get here?
Well I used to know you so well
I think I know
I think I know
Ooh, there is something
I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true/
