What if Emma hadn't like Tancred from the beginning? What if she went with Charlie instead? 'Tis what I wonder...
Disclaimer: Hence the name Fanfiction, lol, This would be fanfic.. Meaning I do not own any of these characters unless stated otherwise. All characters belong to their rightful owners, in this case; Jenny Nimmo. Yada, Yada, Yada.
It's been years and all these unanswered questions had not even began to form in Emma Tolly's mind. Charlie was steady and sweet, her aunt enjoyed him (on account that she was his great uncle's sweetheart). Of course once in a while something came up, but Emma met him stride for stride. Always loyal and at his side. The two endowed were well-wished and ensured a good future together. But maybe, Emma had only recently come to realize, she didn't want the life presented to her. Was it possible to ask for something else? And perhaps more so if you knew what you wanted?
His soft breathing soothed her now. Tancred lay on his side, on the opposite side of the tent. Emma looked over and smiled at her friend. Why did she lay awake in doubts? Where was Charlie now? could have been at least been the question on her mind, but it wasn't. She was sure he was done by now and would be back to get them soon. Every few minutes her gaze would flicker to the blonde teenager and she would insist that she wasn't looking at him, but looking into the small digital clock on her cellphone. His sweet breath.
She realized she would not be able to sleep for the rest of the night and so she slipped from the sleeping bag. She padded quietly around the tent, dipping her head so not to hit the top. She tugged on some slim boots (no heels in the woods of course, oh wait! Did I mention the woods?) and jeans. On top a plain light blue long-sleeved t-shirt and a white short-sleeved t-shirt on top. She paused, groping for a sweatshirt.
Somewhere in the dense woods an owl hooted mysteriously. She shoved the first sweatshirt she found on and moved toward Tancred's side to fetch a flashlight. She tripped on a bag and that sent her sprawling. She caught herself centimeters away from Tancred's calmly sleeping face. Her hot breath landed on the bridge of his nose and his blue eyes flickered open groggily. She froze in her push-up position.
Almost as if like clockwork, Tancred's head lifted and his lips were pressed to her own. She tensed but didn't pull away. Tancred didn't seem to be fully awake as Emma slowly slid down on her arms till his head rested again on the pillow, lips still locked together. Her mouth pressed to his...
Uhm... Well, yeah it's short. Review!