so why did you kiss me
you're complaining that i kissed you?
no im just wondering
out of boredom
Technically, it wasn't a lie. She was bored, but she didn't do it because she was bored; she did it because she wanted to- that was allowed, right? Well, he didn't know, so it's fine.
"Ahh!" Ruby shrieked, "TOP trending thing on Twitter!" She shoved the phone in Emma's face. There it was, top- first place.
"Don't," Emma said, pushing the phone from her face to get to bed.
"Do," Ruby said, following her.
"Don't."
"Do. Do," Ruby smiled and turned her back on Emma and walked back to the kitchen.
Her phone buzzed and she let out a groan, turning, but not opening her eyes. It buzzed a couple of times more until her ringtone played.
"What?" she answered, not caring who it was.
"My, my Swan, so rude," it was Killian.
"What?" Emma asked again in a sharp tone.
"We're continuing this until you say something nice- like, 'good morning my handsome' or something along those lines," Emma can feel Killian smirk on the other side of the phone.
"What?" Emma repeated again.
"Did you not understand what I just said?" Killian said in a mocking tone, "let me repeat myself. We're. Continuing. This. Until. You. Say. Something. Nice. Like-"
"Good morning, Killian," Emma interrupted him.
"Alright, better, I guess," Killian chuckled, "premier today, don't be late."
"What?" Emma was caught be surprise. Was it Sunday already? Holy fuck. "What about the pirate outfits?"
"Got that covered, come over at 11."
"Alright then," Emma said, started end the call, but heard Killian say something.
"Brighten the mood, alright, don't want some hothead in the same car with me."
"What?" Emma's voice changed to challenging.
"Nothing," Killian said innocently, "bye- see you later."
Killian hung up and Emma finally could check her phone to see what time it was, half past 9. What? Did she really sleep that long? Emma grabbed a random outfit and walked to the restroom to change and do all the normal morning stuff. Emma walked to the kitchen where everyone sat- almost literally everyone she knew sat. Mary Margret, David, Ruby and Henry- okay, that might have been a slight stretch.
"Hey guys?" Emma asked, they Mary Margret and David were rarely here, "something happening?"
"Just your premier," Mary Margret stood up. No. No. No mother-fucking hell. No. Don't. Mary Margret and Ruby would dress her up like a doll again.
"Come on Emma," Mary Margret stood in front of her, running her fingers through Emma's tangled hair.
"No," Emma replied, walking away from them, "I already got an outfit, thanks very much."
"Alright then," Mary Margret sighed, wait- she was giving up? It doesn't seem like her, "can we at least do your hair?"
Emma thought about it- it would probably be ruined as soon as she put on her shirt, but no matter, "sure."
"Alright then," Ruby disappeared into her bedroom and brought out a whole bunch of jewelry and brushes and bobby pins and extensions. How much did all that cost?
"So mom, what are you wearing?"
"You'll see," she said, walking to him and ruffling his hair.
"I'm your son, you can't just tell me?" Henry wined.
"Pirate outfit," Emma said, "how's that?"
"Cool!"
"Yeah, kid, sure," Emma sat down, facing her brother and starting eating her cereal that David placed in front of her as Mary Margret and Ruby did her hair. She glanced at her phone, 10, alright, not bad- on scheduled kind of.
"Alright, done!" Ruby held her a mirror and Emma saw some of her hair. Not tangled, braided on the top like a crown and the rest of her hair was just dangling. Not bad- except Emma was numb, she sat on that chair for about half an hour. 10:42- she had to get going.
"Well," Emma ran into her room to grab her pirate coat, "see you!" She slammed the door and just when she was a few steps from her car, she realized something. She didn't know Killian's address- well, fuck.
"Hey Killian," she was sitting in her car, calling Killian.
"Yess?" Killian asked, "my love?"
"Hmm," Emma gave a little grunt, "realized I didn't know your address."
"You don't even live that far," he said, "from me. Just, the street where you usually go to Starbucks, make a left and turn after two stoplights and go straight. The mansion, not hard. I'll be waiting outside, my princess."
"Don't call me that, and hope I make it, I'm bad with directions," Emma sighed, ending the call and started driving. The street she with the Starbucks she usually went to, made a left, counted two stoplights and made a turn. Big mansion, he had said- where was the- holy motherfucker. That was a huge mansion. And there Killian was, standing there, waving at her and opened the gates.
"Glad you didn't get lost," he winked, opening the door for her.
"Glad I didn't either," Emma laughed, and Killian whistled.
"Thought you weren't the fashion type, what's with the hair?"
"Mary Margret and Ruby," was all she had to say and he led her inside.
Emma let out a gasp, "you seriously live here, alone?"
"Yeah, until you decide to change that," he winked, leading her into one of the many doors. He pointed to the pile of clothes- her pirate clothes.
"What? You asking me if I want to live here?"
"Aye, it's your choice, lass," Killian was in character.
"No need to go pirate," Emma smirked, grabbing the clothes, "restroom, if I may?"
"Door," he pointed to the door that was a few feet to her right.
"Thanks," she muttered, entering the restroom- whoah? He called that a restroom? It's huge. It's beautiful- although she was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to call restrooms 'beautiful'. Emma took off her clothes and carefully put on her top, trying not to ruin her hair. Good. She pulled everything else on, and took a look in the mirror- not bad. She walked out and Killian was sitting on the bed.
"You look beautiful, Swan," he was already in his pirate clothes- he changed fast.
"You live here alone? Like aren't you scared of like.. monsters or ghosts or anything?" Emma sat down next to him and he shook his head:
"I'm not like you, scared of things that don't exist."
Emma scoffed, "they do exist."
"Prove it," he smirked with an eyebrow up.
"Can't really prove that," Emma replied through her clenched teeth.
"Exactly," Killian smiled, "and when you can. I'll be with you."
"Was that supposed to mean something?"
"Maybe," he smiled and Emma left her clothes on his bed and followed him out.
"You could have picked me up," Emma said, walking past her car and into his.
"And miss an opportunity to see my house? No thanks."
"Mansion," she corrected.
"Jealous?"
"Don't," Emma sneered, "rub it," she hit his arm playfully, "in."
"Alright then," he started the car, "hungry?"
"I just ate cereal," Emma said and he laughed.
"Cereal, fit breakfast for a big day, no?"
"Don't," she commanded and he drove to someone's house- she wasn't sure, but she could guess who it was.
"Go call them," he was parking just outside their house.
"Can't you just text them?" Emma was a little afraid.
Killian let out a chuckle, "face your fears, won't you, Swan?"
Emma grunted, and got out the car, "you're always welcome to change your mind." She didn't get a reply and walked to the door and rang the doorbell. A woman, no more her age opened the door- dark black hair and a dress and heels. Not her style, but she wore it amazingly.
"Killian sent you?" the woman asked, her tone was soft and nice.
"Yeah, I'm Emma," she held out her hand and she took it, "Tamara."
"Nice name," Emma complemented, and it was true, she almost forgot it was his house until she felt a hand around her, and she turned, Killian. His gaze said: don't overreact.
"Hey Tamara, who's tha-" Neal didn't finish the sentence when he saw Emma.
"Hey?" Emma greeted with a fake smile.
"You," he growled and lurched forward, but Tamara held him back. Emma stepped closer to Killian and he welcomed the gesture.
"What?" Emma asked with a hint of playfulness in her voice and Killian caught it, "did I do something wrong?"
"Sorry," Tamara cut in before Neal can answer her, "this is Neal by the way." I know who that son of a bitch is.
"I'm Emma," she held out her hand but Neal just stared at it. "Or not," she mumbled quietly and heard Killian laugh.
"Come on, kids," he ushered them towards his car, "we gotta get going."
It was an uncomfortable car ride, that was for sure. They talked, sure, but it was uncomfortable, even for Killian.
"Hate to point it out to you Tamara," Neal said, not hating to point it out to her, "she was the one that threw the ring at your face."
"For you information," Emma huffed, not bothering to look back and crossed her arms, "I wasn't aiming for her. I was aiming for you. Get it right. And... I'm sorry if I hit you, Tamara, I seriously wasn't aiming for you, though."
"Oh, you didn't hit me, it's okay if you hit me either way," Tamara smiled- Emma didn't even know her that long, but the emotionless look on her face made her smile. She turned, only focusing on Tamara.
"But if I hit you, I would feel so guilty," Emma smiled back at Tamara. Emma caught a scar hidden behind her hair.
"But, did I hit you?" she asked, pointing to the scar.
"No, another random girl that found her fiancee cheating on her threw her ring at me," Emma let out her breath which sounded like a laugh until she realized that Tamara said.
"I'm sorry," Emma scrunched up her eyebrows, "are you okay?"
Tamara let out a laugh, "I wasn't directing it to you. Another girl did that to me, and her ring was a diamond ring- not a simple band of gold like yours. In which I like a simple band of gold better," she held up her left hand and Emma saw a diamond neatly placed on it.
"It's beautiful, and I agree with you, I'd prefer a gold band too," Emma smiled, looking at the diamond ring and turning back.
"Appreciate you telling me that you'd prefer a gold band, that'll help when I'm picking a ring for you," Killian smirked and Emma laughed.
"Who says I'll agree?" Emma asked.
"Because I know you, you'd agree my love- bet you if I asked you right now, you would say yes," so that might be true. She might say yes- and she had only been on one- ONE date with him, and shared like five kisses; but yet, she would still agree.
"Is that a yes, sweetheart?" Killian teased, pulling the car into a parking spot.
"Maybe," she smiled getting out of the car.
The crowds cheered- louder when she and Killian arrived, their hands intertwined. Emma didn't remember how- or when, and certainly not knowing why she is letting him, but it felt... right. His hand fit perfectly with hers, like they were meant to be. She reluctantly let her hand fall from his when some fans wanted an autograph and a picture.. or selfie.. whatever they called it these days. A few wanted pictures with her and she put on her best smile- but probably failed; Killian, on the other hand, being as famous and more adored, almost everyone wanted a photo with him.
"Emma! Emma!" the paparazzi shouted, and she walked to them, as they snapped pictures, millions of clicks, not knowing how much- how many they could keep. The light was blaring, but Emma tried to keep her eyes open.
"Your left!" they shouted after a couple of minutes, and she did as they instructed and turned right a couple of minutes later. Then she would face them and do random faces and expressions- she would forget it one day, but today is not the day.
The paparazzi turned their camera away and to Killian, who just finished giving some fans autographs and selfies- pictures. He gave his infamous poses, the eyebrow- the smirk, and anything else he could think of until he got bored and walked to Emma.
"Enjoying it, my love?"
"Oh hell no."
"Really?" Killian asked, surprised, "and those weird expressions are just nothing?"
"Well, I was bored," she replied.
"Hmm," he said, "right."
"Like you weren't doing weird expressions," Emma said, turning away from him.
"Hmm," he followed her, "I'm pretty sure I didn't do those."
Emma rolled her eyes and turned, meeting his blue eyes, "oh did you?" she challenged.
He nodded, "I think I would remember, my love."
"Alright then," Emma shrugged and felt Killian's hand behind her. "Bunny ears?" she grunted with her clenched teeth.
"So," the interviewer made his way to them when they got to the fans, "Killian, Emma. I know you two have a special bond."
"You know what.. we do," Killian smiled.
"I'm William Smee, by the way," he introduced himself, "the crowds were roaring when you appeared."
"I heard that," Killian pointed out, "quite loud, but not louder than any other premiers."
"And speaking of premiers," Smee said, "you two look like twins, are these outfits from the movie?"
"Obviously," Emma couldn't help it, "I loved it, personally. I don't know about Killian, but mine was- is really quite comfortable."
"Mine's comfortable too," Killian informed her.
"Not as comfortable as mine," Emma smiled.
"Oh," he smirked, "is that a challenge?"
"May or may not be."
"Oh, mine's more comfortable, but you just wait and see," he gave a flirty smile and turned to the interviewer. She forgot about him.
"Yeah, we're twins, I guess," he smiled.
"Graham's here," he nodded to Graham just appearing, and he walked towards them.
"Hey," he greeted with a huge smile, "how's the new couple doing?"
"We're not a couple," they told him in unison.
"Hmm," he walked closer, inspecting them, "sound and look like one." The pirate outfit. Dammit.
"Well we're not," Emma replied sharply.
"Seeing you friend zoned Killian," Graham noted, "I guess you aren't a couple anymore."
"I did not friend zone him!" Emma practically shouted and it became silent for a moment before everything resumed.
"Nice to know, my dear," he winked and Smee thought it wasn't so interesting, so he left with the camera man.
"Hmm," Graham was looking at her.
"What?"
"Nothing, but Killian, Neal's calling you," he pointed to behind her to where Neal was calling Killian. She grunted when she heard his name, but nobody noticed, which was good.
"We're not done," he yelled back to her.
"We're never done!" Emma yelled back, and without even having to see him, she swore Killian was smiling.
A/N:Emma's hair is similar to this: . /i/8E/83BA5FF181F5CEC2F44887F3D78CA9_h400_w300_m2_ bblack_q99_p99_
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