Manny put her phone down quickly after uttering that sentence that sent Emma spinning. She got up swiftly and moved to Jay's closet and pulled out her jacket. Sean and Jay had been in the other room, talking about Emma, love and such. She thought it was really sweet that he boyfriend was there for his friends. She would have to tell him that later.
She entered the room and looked at them, sitting on separate sides of the couch, looking blankly ahead. Jay just looked bored while Sean looked desperate and sad. Sighing, she rubbed Jay's shoulder and smiled.
"Meet me at the park in an hour." Manny smirked as she formed a plan.
"Where do you think your going Miss. Santos?" Jay seemed desperate for the company, since he was stuck with silent, sad Sean. Manny leaned into his ear and whispered something soft, maybe even dirty into his ear. Whatever it was got his mind off the depressing mood lurking in the room, and made him focus on the brighter.
"See you guys then." She smiled and pranced out the door before Jay could realize she didn't answer the question. Sean looked over at his friend, then back at his lap.
"Remember when me and Em were like that…?" Jay sighed and started to comfort his depressed friend again. His life wasn't to fun right now.
Emma paced around her room, nervous. She had broken a sweat. The nerves were killing her. How could she be so stupid to spill her guts to a friend who constantly leaves her phone on speaker? Her head was racing, she felt like she was going to pass out.
There was a simple knock on the trap door leading to the lawn, Emma sprinted to get it. Once it was open, she was both relieved and disappointed to only see Manny there. Part of her, deep down, wanted Sean to be there, and kiss her senseless and… No. Emma cursed for thinking like that.
Manny jumped down into the room, a smile plastered on her face as she remembered the night when she came home drunk and fell into the sink. Though the times after that were indeed rough, that night seemed so funny looking back on it.
She guided Emma to the bed and sat her down for a deep and long discussion. It lasted almost an hour before Manny realized that they needed to go to the park to meet Sean and Jay.
"How bout we go for a walk through the park," Manny said, in hopes that nature girl Emma would miss the open doors. Relief washed over her was Emma quickly agreed, deciding that fresh, clean air was better then stuffy, basement air, and would help her think things through.
They snuck back out the trapdoor and walked towards the park, talking only about memories of her and Sean. And discussing why they couldn't be together, at least for right now.
Sean clutched his coat tighter to him as him and Jay sat on the rickety swings. He and Emma had some good times on these swings. He was just about to reminisce when Jay started bitching about Manny being late. He let out a small smile, some things never change. He never stopped bitching, and Manny never stopped not caring.
Sean glanced on the ground, and found two long shadows coming towards the swings. He looked up quickly seeing Emma there, not looking at him, but the ground, still gorgeous. His mouth went dry as he watched her walk, unsuspecting, towards them.
Emma looked up slightly, realizing that they weren't alone. Her eyes widened, and a smile spread on her face before she could realize what was really going on. He walked up to her, and she looked up at him, he looked perfect. Something she could never tell him.
"Emma…I…" Sean had no idea what to say, but just looking at her was enough. There had never been a more perfect moment. Manny and Jay didn't even exist. It was just him, his girl, and a swing.
Emma stared lovingly, her eyes said everything. I'm sorry, I missed you, and I still love you were all in her eyes. His spelled out the same. I love you and I already forgave you. And with that, they both leaned in, and kissed.
Once again, Sean became the other man in one of Emma's relationships. And once again, neither of them cared.
They broke apart minutes later and just laughed. His arms were surrounding her waist, while her hands had been tangled in his hair. Reality could wait, Damian could wait, and the army could too. If they had to wait for this perfection, the world could wait till the morning to wake them up from this beautiful act of pure love.
