Emma scurries up to her room when she gets home, not saying a word to her parents. She slams her door shut, leans against it, and sinks to the floor. The tears start to flow and this time she can't stop them. She sobs quietly. It's been almost a year since it happened. Why couldn't she stop crying about it? Dr. Hopper says that everyone processes things differently and that Emma would get over it when she was ready. She couldn't wait for the day when she would think of Neal, and no longer shed a tear. He just ruined another perfectly good thing in her life. She was secretly enjoying her time with Killian, and once she thought of him, it was ruined.
Finally, when the tears are done, she takes off her glasses and she wipes the tear stains from under her eyes and off of her cheeks. Emma opens her backpack and takes out her notes. She glanced around her beloved room as she goes over to her antique oak desk. Her room has white walls and posters of her favorite bands on the walls. Her bed has a plush purple comforter and grey pillows. There are beautiful lilac curtains covering the window seat and windows, and a nice walk-in closet.
At the desk, she sits down and fires up her laptop. She begins to write her piece on Killian. She cannot quite bring herself to call him Hook. It's just too weird. She knows that she will write nothing but the truth about Killian. She omits the part about his dead girlfriend. She just said that a close friend gave him the nicknames. It seemed far too personal for the whole school to know. The poor guy did not need another rumor spreading about him.
While she was writing, she reflected on her whole evening. Her dad was right. He was a nice guy. He was so nice to her after she freaked out at Granny's and drove her home. He even ditched Granny's famous lasagna after practice, which is saying a lot. She finishes writing the article and selects the pictures she likes. She compiles it all in an email and sends it off to her mom. It had just been delivered when a knock sounds at her door.
"Come in," Emma shouts. David walks in with the phone in his hand. Emma raises her eyebrows.
"Killian wants to talk to you," David says as he holds out the phone. Emma gets up from her chair and takes the phone. Her dad just stands there.
"Ok, thanks." Emma says. David gets the message and leaves. Emma holds the phone up to her ear. She realized that she wasn't as worked up as before when she talked to him.
"You know I have a cell phone right?" Emma teases.
"Yes, love I know. I just didn't have your number." Killian says. There was a long, and slightly awkward pause.
"So, did you want me to add something to the article because I already finished it," Emma says as she flops down on her bed.
"No, no. I'm sure it's wonderful. I just wanted to see if you were alright?" Killian asks.
"Alright?"
"Well I obviously upset you at Granny's. Sorry for that, by the way. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Something about the fact that he was checking up on her warmed her heart a little.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Emma says.
"Also, I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me this Saturday?" Killian asks.
Is he asking her on a date? Oh god. She was about to decline, when she remembered what she was crying over. This guy could help her move on from her past. Besides, it will be good to go out and have some fun. But just as friends. She wasn't ready to call it a date.
"Emma? Are you there?" Killian says as she snaps out of her train of thought.
"What? Yeah, I'm here. I'd love to grab dinner with you on Saturday," Emma says with a smile.
"Great. That's great. Be ready 'round seven, yeah?" Emma can hear the excitement in his voice.
"Sounds good. I'll see you then," Emma says with smile.
"Can't wait, love." Killian says as he hangs up. Emma hops off her bed and takes the phone back down stairs. Emma passes the living on where her parents were on her way to the kitchen. Emma places the phone back into the cradle and heads back to her room.
"Emma!" Mary Margaret yells after Emma. Emma stops dead in the middle of the living room. Emma turns and sees her mom and dad on the couch.
"Yes?" Emma asks, apprehensive.
"Why did Killian call to check up on you? What happened at dinner?" Mary Margaret asks.
"Nothing happened. I'm fine. He called to ask me to dinner," Emma says. She knows her mom will latch on to the fact she will be getting out of the house for the first time in months.
"What? He did? What did you say?" Mary Margaret asks.
"Oh my god. I said yes. Is that okay?" Emma asks nervously while looking at her dad. David was giving her a curious glance.
"Yes, of course. Have fun sweetheart." On that note Emma races upstairs before they can ask anymore questions.