This is a twisted story, but I'll keep writing as long as the story goes on. I'm trying to put some humor in here, but I have no idea if I
am successful though. I apologize if there is any grammar mistakes in here, I really try. English is not my first lauguage.
All it took was a boy, a cake and a wish. When Neal wakes up in Emma's bed and Emma wakes up in Neal's bed, things are suddenly not like they used to be.
"-Didn't you listen, Neal? Henry is allergic to nuts!" Emma almost yell.
It's Henry's 11th birthday, and the first year he gets to spend with his dad, and now he can't eat cake. Emma is out of her mind disappointed in Neal.
"-I'm so sorry, look, he can still blow out the lights. Right, kid?" he looks over to Henry and gives him a smile. Henry nods eagerly.
"-No—" Emma tries again, but Henry cuts her off.
"-Mom, it's ok. I get cake tomorrow too," he smiles and reassures his mom.
Emma just sends Neal a glare full of anger and walk over to Henry. This day is about Henry, it's time to focus on her son.
"-Ready, Henry?" Mary Margaret asks her grandchild and smiles.
"-Yeah," he answers and blow the lights out.
'I wish my parents would understand each other, and see things from each other's angles,' he thinks and closes his eyes.
"-Happy birthday, kid!" David says and puts a hand on Henry's shoulder.
"-Happy birthday," Emma says smiles.
'It could be better,' Henry thinks and looks down.
Emma feel the smell of coffee and perfume when she rolls around in her bed. She's about to give Henry a big hug, but it turns out he's not there when she reaches the pillow next to her. Emma opens her eyes, curious of where her son could be.
"-What the hell is this?" she murmurs when she opens her eyes and get a sight of Neal's room, in Granny's, "-There is no way that happened last night. I remember I went to bed, in my family's—"
"-Apartment.." she looks down. She's not even in her own clothes.
'Wait a minute.. This isn't me! This isn't even my voice,' she thinks and sits up fast. Emma runs fast over to the mirror.
She lets out a scream and touches her new features. She's got beard..
Neal groans when he hears his phone rings. He's tired, he wants to sleep. Neal takes a pillow over his head, but the damn phone just keeps ringing nonstop.
"-Is it never quiet in this town?" he murmurs and gets shocked by the tone of his own voice.
"-What is this?" he asks without a clue what's actually going on. He sounds like Emma. He looks down. No. He is Emma. The phone keeps calling.
"-H—Hello, this is sheriff Swan speaking," he tries to as much as he can to sound like Emma.
"-Hi," a familiar voice answers, "-Neal?"
"-Wai—What?" he answers shocked by "his" own acknowledge.
"-It's Emma.." the voice that sounds like his own answers.
"-Yeah, what the hell is going on?"
"-I have no idea," the other end answers fast.
"-We need to go to your father, or well, my father," Emma breaks the silence.
"-But, your father is downstairs, I think. They will defiantly notice this. I'm not—I'm not you. I can't do this," Neal respond with a shaky voice.
"-Yes, you can. And you will. What other choice do we have?"
"-Neal, seriously—"the other voice try to convince again, but stops completely, "-Hi.. Tamara."
Neal's heart drop. Tamara, his fiancé. Oh god, he forgot about her. Now she's in Granny's room, with a fake himself.
"-Do not screw with my life, Emma," Neal reply.
"-I won't.." the fake Neal answer, but trail off. Neal imagines the big grin on her—his mouth. Whatever he's supposed to say now, "-Look, I have to go."
"-You heard me, Emma!" he exclaim but "Neal" hung up. The new Emma groans irritated and get out of bed.
'This going to be a hell of a day..'
Please review :)
-Mary!
