This may contain spoilers. This takes place after, Our Lips Are Sealed.

I do not own Degrassi or the characters. I do wish I owned Mike Lobel though.


Summary: Emma Nelson is forced to see a therapist after being hospitalized for an eating disorder. Her therapist recommends video therapy. At first Emma thinks it's stupid, but after a little while, she opens up. Her therapist tells her no one has to see the tapes, not even her therapist or parents. Emma pours her heart and soul in to every video session. She slowly starts regaining the stability of her old life, along with a new look on life. Will these tapes be the downfall of Emma? Or will they actually help?

The Tape

Day 74

Satuday

Jay sits in his car waiting for Emma. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, while humming along to Chevelle's Panic Prone. Growing restless, he throws his head back in to the head rest. Seconds later, Emma steps out of her house, slamming the door shut behind her. She makes her way down to the car, getting in. She kisses Jay on the cheek.

"Please, drive as far away from here as possible."

Jay switches from park to drive and speeds off down the street, "Let me guess, another fight with the folks?"

She nods, tossing her purse in to the backseat, "Of course. When am I not fighting with them? I'm so tired of hearing that I shouldn't be with you. I'm happy. That should make them happy."

Jay puts his hand on her knee, "They'll eventually get over it, Em. Don't worry."

"They're such hypocrites. They don't want me stressed. Yet, they're making me stressed with all this fighting."

Jay smiles, "Any way I can de-stress you?"

She nods and moves closer to him, kissing his neck, "You can let me stay over tonight."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because my mom kicked me out."

"Wow. Must have been pretty bad. What did she say?"

Emma sighs, "Her exact words were 'If you continue to see that boy, you will not be welcome to stay under my roof!' Snake for once was the sane one. He tried to get her to calm down."

"How did that go?"

"She locked herself in the bathroom."

Jay laughs, "So it went well. You can stay. I'll just have to tell my other girlfriends that girlfriend number one is staying over. They may get jealous."

"What are you Hugh Hefner now?"

"No way. Hugh got nothing on me."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I was expecting to get yelled at for saying my other girlfriends."

"Nope. As long as I'm number one, it's all good."

He smiles and kisses the top of her head, "One and only."

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Emma sits on Jay's bed, wearing an oversize t-shirt that said "Booty Hunter". Jay's shirt of course. She set up the camera on the dresser across from the bed. "Jay's in the shower right now. I'm staying the night. My mom kicked me out. Well, not technically I guess. I don't know. We've been fighting since she found out that I'm seeing Jay. It's driving me insane, but I love coming to Jay's." She smiles and fixes the blankets. "We've also been fighting about how much I eat. She claims I don't eat much. How would she even know? When I'm home, she's at work. When she's home, I'm with Jay. I do eat. Jay's mom is a great cook. I just don't eat when I'm not hungry. I'm not making myself sick. I'm maintaining a healthy weight for my age and height. Will she ever just be happy? I swear she just wants me to have something wrong so she can baby me. I don't think she can deal with the fact the I'm growing up. Oh well."

The water heard in the background stops, replaced by wet footsteps. Jay enters the room and closes the door behind him. He jumps on the bed, wearing only a towel. Emma giggles when Jay shakes his head over her, getting her wet. They start to kiss and Jay's towel slowly slides off.

Soon, Emma's shirt and Jay's towel are on the floor, the blankets covering the both of them. Jay kisses Emma's shoulder and she pushes her body against his. He slowly enters her and she lets out a moan. They start to move together, slowly at first. ((ok, use your imaginations. I hate writing sex scenes.))