Entering the Pizza Shack, Emily saw Razor behind the counter.

"What the crap is going on?" she questioned, ready to unleash her anger. Not only had she had to drag herself out here, but she'd had to put up with Kaylie's whining. Razor hung his head for a moment.

"Someone," he muttered quietly, "wants to speak to you." Coming out from the back was Damon, looking at Emily with those eyes that had captured her heart, her soul. Her body.

"Damon-" she stuttered, her entire body becoming stiff. Her heart was begging to be near him again, but her mind wouldn't have it.

"Hi, Emily," he replied, glancing at Razor, who quickly left the room.

"What the crap is going on?" Emily repeated, forcing herself to come up to the counter. Damon stood on the other side, simply staring at her.

"It's been a while."

"No kidding," she snapped sarcastically. "Last time I saw you, you were taking my virginity!"

"I told you you'd hate me in the morning." He smirked, but his eyes conveyed an emotion far from smugness.

"And you were right," She paused, letting out a sigh. "How could you leave, Damon?" He shook his head in frustration.

"You knew I was leaving," he stated, defending himself. "I didn't give up my dream just like you wouldn't give up yours." He scoffed. "Be honest, Emily. The only reason you had sex with me was so that I'd have to stay here with you." She bit her lip, afraid to admit that what he was saying was true. "You could've just told me that you wanted to be official."

"You could've done the same thing," she retorted. He shrugged.

"You knew what I felt about you. It was you who wasn't sure."

"Felt?" Silence enveloped them, a tension growing.

"We're not good for each other," Damon insisted, pulling away from the counter. "It'd be better for us to be apart."

"That's not true," Emily claimed quietly, staring at the ground.

"It's is. You'd be better-"

"I don't want anyone else," she assured him. "I don't want Razor or Leo, I just want you." Damon wouldn't look at her, knowing that her eyes were welling up with tears.

"It'll be better for your gymnastics." She shook her head angrily.

"I suck. For the first time in my life, the one thing that I could always count on when everything else in my life fell apart is gone."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"You're sorry to hear that?" she questioned mockingly. "What kind of response is that?"

"The kind that says that nothing's changed. It's better for us-"

"Better for you, you mean," she stated sarcastically.

"Okay, yeah," he admitted. "My music has been great since I left Boulder. I actually have record labels wanting to produce me."

"Because who doesn't love songs about losing virginity? I mean, look at Madonna. Threw her into stardom, didn't it?"

"That's not-"

"When do you go back?"

"Depends..."

"Okay. Was that all you wanted to say?" she inquired

"…Yeah, but-" Emily couldn't stand to listen to him try and explain himself.

"Good. Then we're done here." The silence once again came, only broken by Damon's long sigh.

"Yeah. We're done."