Hey guys! I get so happy with the great response! Anyway, this is going to have to tide you over for a while, because I have band camp in the next weeks along with my fair and I start school, (sophomore, yay.) So you may have to wait a bit. But anyway, I don't own Blue Lagoon or Facebook or any other proper names I used in here.
Part Three
Dean grabbed Emma's hand as they exited the plane terminal. They were finally back home. Back in the US, where cameras were flashing and going crazy. They stepped up on the down escalator, and looked down. The familiar faces made Dean and Emma smile.
They reached the bottom, and Dean still had a grip on her hand, Emma was immediately swarmed by a group of crying girls. He couldn't help but smile, she was his prom queen, alright.
He let her go and be enveloped by her crying friends and family. Dean spotted his dad, and hugged him. It was in that moment that Dean realized that his dad may not have always been there for him, but he had good intentions. His mother's death was hard on both of them. All of their past mistakes and errors in their relationship didn't matter anymore.
Dean and his dad left the crowd to get in the expensive, shiny black car that his dad loved so much. Dean didn't let it show, but inside he was worried about Emma. He wondered how she was doing, and if she was okay. He tried to keep his eyes on her as they walked away
Emma searched the mob of friends and family for the one face that she actually longed to see. She watched as he left with his dad, and she smiled. They seemed happy.
She was happy. She was home. It was all she'd hoped for in a long time. She just missed the one thing that hadn't left or changed in her life, but he'd walked out the door with his dad, like he should.
She was ushered out of the airport with her family, and her friends tagging along behind. Behind them were a group of paparazzi that was trying to push through the security.
She waved goodbye to her friends, promising them that they'd hang out later. For now she just needed her room, a real bed. Her closet, her sheets. She needed to be home, but most of all she needed Dean.
"I'm sure you're tired," her mom said.
"I am," Emma said, not realizing just how exhausted she was. Finally being to the US, finally seeing her family again for ages. She felt like she could just relax now, that things were going to be alright.
"We'll get you home and then you can rest," her mom smiled back at her in the car.
She watched out the car window as the familiar houses and trees flew by her. She wasn't sure if things had changed, or if she just didn't remember them as well. She felt weird to be back here, it was like everything was foreign, but yet it was all the same at the same time.
Dean sat in his room, not really sure of what to do. It was weird, now that he could anything and everything, he didn't want to do any of them. He was glad to be on good terms with his dad again, but there was really only one thing haunting his mind: Emma.
Dean walked down the stairs and found his father in the living room sitting on the brown leather couch.
"Hey dad," Dean said and sat down beside his father, "I was thinking that maybe I could go and see how Emma is doing."
"Something happen between you two on the island?" his father smirked knowingly.
"Sort of," Dean wasn't sure how to reply.
"Have fun," his father said, and Dean was off to Emma's.
He tapped on her window, knowing that it was late and he didn't really want to wake her whole family.
"Hey!" her whole face smiled when she opened the window.
"Hey," he said.
"What're you doing here?" Emma asked.
"I wanted to check on you, first night back and all," Dean said and Emma wanted to melt at how sweet this boy was.
"I was just looking Facebook and stuff," Emma said, shrugging.
"Weird being back, huh?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Emma said, immediately thinking about the baby. How could she tell them? 'Yeah, while you were out thinking I was dead, I was fucking Dean, and now I'm going to have his baby, because condoms don't grow on trees in the wild.' Yeah, that'd be a great way to tell them.
"They said we didn't have to go back to school right away," Emma said, and Dean wanted to laugh, she hadn't even been back a day and she was already concerned with school.
"Yeah I know," Dean smiled.
"I think I'm going to go next week, though," Emma said.
"Of course you are," Dean grinned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emma asked.
"Nothing," Dean laughed, "I guess summer's over, huh?"
"You're talking in code…," Emma was confused.
"My dad told me about your party," Dean said.
"Yeah, my mom's throwing it. It's like a homecoming thing. You should come…," Emma trailed off, hoping that he would catch her drift. She'd begged her mom to keep it a small party, just her family and Dean's, and she'd finally agreed.
Dean leaned in, and Emma smiled as his lips pressed against hers.
"Stop smiling so I can kiss you," Dean growled, his hot breath on her face. She knew he was just being playful; he wasn't really the possessive type.
Dean climbed through her window, and they continued kissing on her bed. Emma was just glad to have Dean back. It was weird not being able to turn around and see him there. It would take some getting used to, in the very least.
