Everyone's going to hate me :/
Its fine
Just remember Lovelies, I ship Captain Swan, so this dates going down.
Emma didn't know say. She bit her lip, contemplating whether or not to say yes. She thought about it for at least a minute.
"As what? Friends? Or is this a date?" She asked him softly.
"Oh, um.. Friends... Unless you..?" Emma immediately shook her head.
"No, no," She started with a nervous laugh. "Friends is fine. So what time?" Emma only said yes because she figured she needed to get along with everyone in the house, and he said just as friends.
"uh.. How about six?" He asked. She nodded.
"Okay," She gave him a small smile, and walked out of the room.
Is this a good idea? She wondered as she walked up the stairs and into the bathroom to take a shower.
She hoped so.
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Killian smiled at his brother, who was talking of when he was younger, how Killian used to act. Emma was laughing along with the two of them, her blow dried hair in a ponytail.
"And don't even get me started about when I had to babysit Emma..."
After about an hour after, they were still talking. Emma felt a sense of family as they shared stories with each other and also shared a laugh.
Killian relished in Emma's laughter. Whenever she laughed, her whole figure just seemed to glow. To generalize what he was feeling with a few words - He loved seeing her happy.
But then he found out.
He was furious - not at her - but at Neal. He tried to contain his jealousy as he watched her get ready to go to dinner with him. She wore a white sweater, with jeans and brown boots. Her hair fell upon her shoulders in beautiful curls. She looked slightly annoyed; which only made her seem slightly less attractive.
He watched ruefully as she left, before sitting down on the couch.
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Emma smiled politely at the man sitting in front of her. They chatted a bit, but to Emma, it just felt
Awkward.
She could tell he was trying, and for most of the date, it went over smoothly.
Key word: Most
Emma gaped at Neal, who was sitting and discussing how he thought that Killian was at fault for Milahs death.
"Why?" She asked him suddenly. She felt and undying urge to defend him.
"He started dating her. Also, he made me angry, which was why I got distracted," He shrugged nonchalantly.
What a douchebag! Emma thought to herself. Killian had been honest with her - she had always been good at telling - he had been regretful about it, he had told her even though she could tell it broke him to talk about it. And Neal, Neal, was talking about it like it was a dead fish, rather than a human being that died.
And the worst part, was she tried, she tried to be polite, shake it off, give him another chance because he was probably just angry, but then, he wouldn't stop talking about how Killian was at fault. She defended him, naturally, because she felt he was the one who deserved her defense.
She thought it was because he was right, was being honest. But then she remembered how upset he looked when she told him they were going to dinner. She knew he cared about her, and so she felt she should try and make Neal see that maybe - and this was stretching it - that they were both at fault. But that didn't work either.
They got into a huge argument, which ended with him telling her 'No wonder you have no one,' shaking his head, and leaving her there. Emma wanted to cry. She was sitting at a diner by herself, with no way to get home other that to walk.
She left a tip on the table and paid the bill, before walking out of the diner and onto the sidewalk.
She heard the soft sound of rain against the road and sighed. of course its raining, she thought bitterly. She started on the twenty minute walk back.
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Killian looked over as the door opened, only to reveal Emma; soaking wet, her eyes red and puffy, standing in it. He immediately got up and ran over to her.
"Swan? What happened? Where's Neal?" She wiped her face as he led her inside and ran to the bathroom to grab her a towel. Liam was at a meeting, and Neal had not yet returned.
"He left me there, I had to walk home.." Killian clenched his jaw and was quite hell-bent on practically killing Neal, when he felt Emma's soaked arms wrap around him as she started to cry once more. He wrapped his arms around her protectively.
After she changed and dried off, Killian made her brownies and sat down next to her. She smiled at him appreciatively, her eyes not red anymore.
"Thanks, Killian," She said to him. He nodded.
"Of course, love," He smiled at her. "Did I not tell you he was horrid?" He asked her jokingly. She pressed her thumb and index finger to her chin, as if deep in thought.
"I suppose you did,"
"Maybe next time listen to me, I'm rather intelligent." He tapped his forehead and she laughed.
"Maybe I should," She said with a giggle.
"Now, would you rather go to sleep, or I can set up a movie," He told her.
"Who said I wanted to hang out with you?" She asked with a grin.
"I said." She laughed.
"Movie," She told him and he bowed.
"Right away, your majesty." Emma smiled as he walked away.
Tehe, I hate Neal :)
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