Ok guys; this is the part where you, as the readers and reviewers, get to determine the future of this story. If you hadn't gotten the news, DPR is taking a break from this story to focus on her own stories and her college, which I completely concur and stand by. I'm going back to college next year as well. I wanted to post this scene here because it's been sitting in this document inbox since 16 September. Now, I haven't yet had a chance to reach DPR and discuss how we're going to continue, but I would imagine she would still have a say and views in this story, despite not actually writing anything. It's a little harder to remember to check this accounts emails as well because I'm busy and I have too many email addresses as it is, but I strongly encourage people to contact me with desires on what they would like to see in this story and ideas on where it's heading. As far as my other stories, I highly doubt I'll be getting back to them anytime soon. This story seems to come a little bit easier for me for some reason. So, I need your in-put, and please don't be shy about it. This is your entertainment, your story, and it's written for all of you.

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She spun in a fashion model manner, giving her audience the full effect and a view of every threaded piece of fabric. "What do you think?"

Emma stopped spinning to face Jean, who was casually dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, leaning on one shoulder as her entire body was spread across the queen sized bed. "Well," the red head began, keeping her eyes on the dress. "I think that it doesn't make you seem too much of a slut…which is good." Emma's face fell before she narrowed her eyes at the approaching red head as Jean got up to examine the dress more closely. "I have to say though…you stole my color."

The blond glanced down at her fire red dress that was just an inch shy of stopping at her knees. It was backless and thin strapped and showed off her cleavage just enough to make any man drool. "Well, I just didn't think white was going to cut it tonight."

Jean raised her eyebrows. "Are you planning on sleeping with him?"

"You slept with yours, didn't you?" she retorted, turning to the mirror, her back to Jean, as she examined herself once more. She noticed how Jean hadn't said anything back but she didn't mope about it either. At least there was progress. Emma ran her hand through her perfectly straight hair as she watched Jean's reflection. "Where are you?"

Jean's face fell into confusion. "I'm right here. Where are you?"

The blond rolled her eyes and turned to face her friend. "I meant with Apeman," she corrected.

Jean shrugged carelessly, reaching for the matching purse on the dresser and handing it to Emma. "I'm over it."

"Say it like you mean it," Emma scoffed, turning back around to pay more attention to her hair.

"No, I really do." Jean moved back to the bed and sat at the edge of it. "It's becoming easier to deal with him."

"You know I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did, right?" Emma asked.

Jean laughed whole heartedly. "No you don't."

Emma rebuffed. "No. I don't."

Jean watched as Emma draped the purse over her tanned and naked shoulder before asking, "So, where's he taking you?"

Emma turned and shrugged. "Have no idea." She grinned. "Wish me luck."

She smiled and watched Emma walk out of the room before whispering, "Good luck."

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Emma was pleasantly surprised at the location that Scott Summers had taken her. First of all, seeing him in a sleek nice suit certainly gave him more credit that she would have thought of. He cleaned up real nicely. And the glasses weren't even an issue. The car that he took too was right up her alley as well; the brand new Mercedes Benz in black with dark tinted windows.

The restaurant even had valet parking. As they entered, Emma immediately found comfort in this type of class; the ones only movie stars were normally seen in. "Well, you certainly went out of your way," she purred to him, wrapping her arm around his. All Scott could do was simply grin at her compliment, making a note that she had said such a thing to him.

When they approached the host, he causally gave his name, grabbed two menus, and led them throughout the restaurant. Emma was slightly surprised at how crowded and yet quiet the place was. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived when she realized where the host was having them seated. "Um, I'm not sitting here."

Quickly, she saw how Scott's head shot up. She was quite sure that he was glaring at her through his glasses. They both looked at her with a questioning gaze. "This is a window seat," she replied testily, reading off from their projected thoughts. "I'm not going to eat with people walking down the street and staring at me. I'm not a fish."

Scott, bowing his head in defeat, sighed as the host simply nodded. "Not a problem." Despite how full we are, I'm sure we can make accommodations for Mrs. Bitch. Emma narrowed her eyes at the little petite man before grabbing Scott's arm and digging her nails into it.

"Ow," he complained.

"It's taking a lot for me not to toast his brain right now!" she hissed.

Scott, despite how anxious he felt, chuckled and patted her hand nervously. "Don't create a scene, huh?"

Emma narrowed her eyes but said nothing as they followed the man to another section of the restaurant. The second he stopped at the table, obviously presenting it to them, Emma's eyes followed a waiter going into the door only a few feet from the table. She chuckled, hardly amused, and threw her hair over her left shoulder. "I don't think so." She heard Scott groan and glanced at him, realizing he must have done it in his head.

"This is the last available table, Madam," the host informed her.

"It's near the kitchen!"

"Unless you would like to wait for forty minutes…"

"Or be a fish," Scott chortled. He saw the glare from Emma and immediately quieted.

"Then we'll go to another place then," Emma replied.

Scott raised his hand quick enough to stop her. "Uh…there isn't another restaurant around here for another thirty minutes and I'm starving."

Emma narrowed her eyes. "It's New York. There are restaurants everywhere."

"I like this place," he whined. Emma, however, wasn't easily amused as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Scott, reading his mind. "What're you doing?" he asked, uneasy.

"You have coupons to this place?" she cried out, causing Scott to wince.

He looked over her shoulder and nodded at the host. "We'll go somewhere else." He quickly wrapped Emma by shoulder, who shrugged him angrily off, as they both walked out of the restaurant. As he handed the valet his ticket to fetch his car, he was hit sharply in the gut and doubled over in pain upon hearing Emma hiss, "Jerk." Once he caught his breath, he asked, "What did I do?"

"This is an awful start to our first date," Emma complained.

Once Scott straightened up, he glanced at her. "You mean our only date."

She blinked. "What did I say?"

Scott shook his head, ignoring the question. "Look, I'm not trying to impress you."

"Really?" Emma retorted sarcastically. "I would have neverguessed that."

Scott turned and narrowed his eyes at her, wondering if she could tell he was doing that just by the expression on his face. Her smirk told him that she did. Neither said anything as the Benz pulled up and both got in and pulled away. They remained silent, hearing the quiet rumble of the engine, as they drove down the street. For the next forty minutes, Scott gradually pulled into restaurants and checked to see if they booked and the waiting times. He had hit ten before he climbed back into the car again, sighing deeply, and profoundly aggravated.

"Well?" Emma asked, testily, as she reapplied her lipstick.

"Hour waiting time."

Emma sighed and slammed the visor mirror shut. "You know, this is a valuable lesson for you." She snapped the lipstick shut and shoved it in her purse. "You always, always, get a reservation."

"I did," Scott snapped at her. "You weren't satisfied with the tables he offered us."

"And when you called, did you ask what tables were available?"

"No person, in their right mind, would ever make a big deal about that," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Argo, lesson to be learned."

"Whatever," Scott cried out, desperate to make her shut up. "Look, I've been driving forever and I haven't eaten since breakfast. I'm hungry so just picking a place!"

"At this point, I don't care," she huffed. "You've already ruined the date, so…"

"Fine," he snapped, putting the car into drive and leaving the parking lot. It wasn't until ten minutes later that he finally found a place that was open and didn't require waiting for a table.

"A diner?" Emma screeched.

Scott pulled out the keys and opened his door. "Yes," he said simply, stepping out.

"I'm not eating in this grease ball," she shot at him.

"Then don't eat," Scott shot back, walking away.

Emma remained in the car for a few minutes before she began to get cold. She opened the door, "Wait!" she called out, closing the door gently and rushing to him, as fast as possible in high heels.

Scott simply snorted at her as they entered the diner together, completely overdressed. It didn't go unnoticed either as they walked through the diner, finding a table that wasn't near a window, and the waitresses and few customers followed them with their eyes. As they both seat in unison, Emma adverted her gaze at the women by grabbing the plastic menu and shielding the left side of her face from them. "This is terribly embarrassing," she whispered.

Scott smirked as he grabbed a menu as well and opened it. "More embarrassing than sitting near a window?"

Emma simply lowered the menu to shoot a glare at Scott as she glanced over the items. It took no more than a minute upon their entrance until a waitress approached them, holding her pad and pen in her hands. It took a few second for any words to be spoken as she glanced at Emma's outfit. I wonder if they just came from a ball or something.She frowned at the woman's thoughts. "What can I get for you folks, t'night?"

Emma glanced up. The woman was fiercely overweight and probably ate at this diner everyday, three times a day. She made Emma want to lose weight. "You wouldn't happen to have any red wine, would you…" She glanced at the name tag. "…Stacy?"

The woman pursed her lips and frowned deeply. "We're a diner," Stacy stated simply.

The blond blinked a few times in confusion as she saw Scott glance up as well. "So?"

Before Stacy could say anything else, Scott interjected. "Uh, I'll have a coke and the bacon cheeseburger with cheddar fries."

Stacy nodded and wrote the order as Emma grimaced. "That's disgusting."

"You're a vegetarian?" Scott asked.

Emma shook her head. "No," she answered, as if he had asked a stupid question.

"Then shut up."

She frowned before realizing that Stacy was waiting on her. She sighed, loudly, and closed the plastic menu. "Mineral water and a plain salad."

The waitress raised her eyebrow. "Plain salad?"

Emma shot her an annoyed glace. "Yes. Like…with just leafs…nothing else."

"You could just eat off the bush outside," Scott replied, obviously stealing the woman's thoughts as she chuckled and walked away.

"You're such an ass," Emma sneered at him.

"Oh, you totally adore me."

"Get a life pervert."

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Yes, there is more after this, it's just not written up yet but it will be. I actually forgot what was supposed to follow after this scene. It wasn't the aftermath of Scott and Emma; it was with Logan and Jean if I remember correctly, but that wasn't my scene, so I have to go back and think of something. If someone has ideas, I'm all ears or eyes.