"Hello again everyone! Today's video is a question and answer session. Now, I bet you are all thinking. How boring! But I assure you the internet is never boring!"

She pulls out a handful of small white cards.

"MaidMarian from twitter asks, what is your favorite thing about school? Well, I love making content that is relatable to an audience. Okay! Next question. Rolandisahobbbit asks, have you ever had a serious relationship? Well, Roland, that's a little personal. But, I will say that yes. When I was a freshmen I did have a pretty serious thing with a guy. But, it ended and that's that."

She tosses the card aside then pulls out another.

"Popgoestheweasle asks, what are your plans after school? Hopefully to get a kick ass job either creating new web content or having some kind of hand in creating it. I love design and the little inner-workings of that stuff. Okay, let's see. Flounder asks what is your favorite thing to do? Well, I love traveling."

She pulls out the last card. "Onceuponadream asks, will you talk about Killian?" Emma glares at the camera. "I chose this question because we have to set something straight. I know that some of you guys are 'shipping' us. But I promise you, my dear viewers, that I will never ever date Killian Jones."

"Oh, will you stop whining already?" Ruby hisses as she appears from her room. "I am trying to write an analysis on the history of pointillism! Besides. I think your viewers would like to hear the juicy bit of news I have."

"You aren't talking about-,"

"Yes!" Ruby interrupts her. "The other night, I was in the store getting some groceries. Minding my own business when I spot Killian. He was obviously having some kind of intense discussion over the phone. And do you know what I heard? He said, and I quote, I suppose you might say that she has nice eyes."

"And apparently this is cause for speculation that he was referring to me."

"He was! I just know he was."

She posts the video later that night after much editing. Afterwards, her mind is fuzzy and her eyes are heavy...

"Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice wakes her.

"What?" She mumbles. Her neck aches. She curses under her breath, she'd fallen asleep at her desk again.

"Your computer keeps dinging."

She rubs her eyes. 6:00 A.M. blinks on her alarm clock. "What the hell?" She mutters.

Her email is filled with hundreds of emails. .

xoxoxoxo has subscribed to your channel.

909090 has subscribed to your channel.

beatles4eva has subscribed to your channel.

She logs onto youtube. She rubs her eyes in disbelief. The number is there, but she can't believe it. Over 400 subscribers.

"Holy shit!" She exclaims.

"Is everything okay?" Mary inquires worriedly.

"Come here and see this!"

Over the next few weeks that number only grew. To the point where she had over 1,000 subscribers.

People who called themselves 'fans'. People who now termed her and Killian, Emilian. They termed Mary and David, Dary. People who were now asking when they would see Killian.

The internet was a strange place.

"Miss Swan?"

Her eyes jump to the head of the classroom where Professor Mills is standing, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yes?"

"I asked you a question."

She shrinks down in her seat. "Oh," she squeaks out.

Professor Mills raises an eyebrow. "Miss Swan. Do try to pay attention."

She nods and hurriedly begins typing notes on her computer.

"Does anyone else know the answer to my question?" The professor inquires and Emma tries to hide the fact she's blushing like an idiot.

After class, Professor Mills stops her. "Miss Swan?"

She cringes as she walks over to the desk. "Yes?"

"I do not tolerate day dreamers in my class. You will only receive one such warning this year. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course, Professor Mills."

"You are dismissed."

Feeling very humiliated she sulks out into the hallway, where Mary is waiting patiently for her.

"You don't look so hot," Mary says quietly.

"Thanks."

She wants to vent about it when she gets home. But Mary starts talking on the phone and she figures it's to David. She doesn't want to hear it. So, with a sigh, she decides she needs some coffee. And she knows just where she's going.

As she walks to the other end of campus, the autumn air nips at her face. The small coffee place is hidden in a rather boring looking building. But the sign is brightly colored.

Granny's

It was an odd name for a coffee shop, but it was her favorite place ever. She discovered it last year. Usually places like it were sort of loud and crowded. But this one was perfect. Only a few people seemed to know about it.

A perfect little hideaway.

With great coffee and even greater grilled cheese sandwiches. Plus, it had a killer view of the campus.

The girl behind the counter smiles at her warmly. "Hey, girl!" Zelana chirps.

"Hey Z, how are you?"

"I'm great! How are you? How's the new school year treating you?"

When Emma doesn't answer, Z nods her head. "Double shot espresso and a grilled cheese coming right up."

Emma smiles and finds a place in the corner near the fireplace. It crackles and pops. Warm against her arms she hums contently as she opens her computer to deal with her massive flood of emails. Zelena brings her the coffee, but doesn't make any small talk and Emma appreciates it. She puts her feet up on the ottoman in front of her and lets her troubles be washed away.

She's just about reached her happy place when the doorbell rings. Her jaw drops open as Killian walks to the counter.

He's wearing that ridiculous leather jacket that she made fun of. He's also wearing a scarf. She quickly hides behind her book, hoping that he does not see her. He's talking on his phone. Seriously, did he ever do anything else? Zelena smiles at him and he waves at her. Well, that was weird. She'd never seen him and she'd practically spent every free second in this place last year.

She scowls in confusion. When he's finally out the door she puts down the book she was hiding behind. She sighs in relief.

A close call.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when your week is shit, it will only get shittier.

All month long she had been looking forward to going home with Mary. Getting away from Professor Mills, who she was certain had it out for her, away from Killian. Just spending some time with a nice hot bath and perhaps some wine.

But when Mary announces one evening that David invited her to his family's house on the ocean; her plans shatter to bits.

"Emma, you have to come!"

"Why? You don't need a chaperon!"

"Please?"

She rolls her eyes. "I suppose Killian will be there."

Mary's shoulders slump forward and Emma knows the answer.

"I promise it will be fun. Ruby and Elsa are coming too."

She huffs. "You win."

She sits in front of her camera, the lens staring back at her.

"This is not going to end well. I'm sure of it. So, if you don't hear anything from me, you can assume that he and I finally murdered each other."

"Oh, Emma! Stop exaggerating!"

Emma gives a long look to the camera and then leans forward and whispers. "Scatter my ashes over the ocean, okay?" But as Mary appears around the corner, she grins. "Have a great fall break, everyone!"