So... I haven't posted anything today and for that I am sorry. I couldn't find anything to write about earlier but I came up with a great idea and am about to write it after updating on here.

This chapter is shorter than the other ones by about 300 words. I pulled it from that document of stories that I keep asking if you guys wanna see. Please please please tell me because the second you do I promise I'll put a few up!

Enjoy!

Valentine's Day.

Dear God did Emma Swan hate it. She might have been conditioned into hating it, seeing as she never really had anyone to do anything with until Neal, but he left her and that made it just as bad as being alone. And, then he was in town.

That meant that the awkwardness level when they saw each other in Granny's would raise by about 15000%. Or so he thought.

She opens the door to the little restaurant, already knowing that Neal will be sitting there in his usual spot with a coffee in hand and reading a book. She walks over to the counter, keeping her eyes on the floor so she doesn't get noticed and orders her hot cocoa before looking at the newspaper to see what false information is being advertised today.

"Hey," someone says behind her, which triggers her reflexes and she turns around and promptly punches them in the gut. If this was anyone but Neal, they would've grabbed onto their stomach and walked away, but he just sat down beside her without a thought put into it. "I guess that's happened so many times that it doesn't even hurt anymore," he says, looking over at her as she continues to read the newspaper.

He turns to face her on the bar stool, waiting for her to look up at him and wonder why he's staring at her. "What?" she asks, shaking her head and putting the newspaper down again.

He chuckles at her, giving her a smirk and handing her something. A card and a rose. Dear God. She had forgotten all about those.

Emma wakes up to someone opening the car door and sits up, throwing her glasses on her face so that she doesn't end up punching Neal once again. He gets into the car, something behind his jacket and a rebellious smirk on his face that either means he's about to get them almost arrested again, or he's already done the something that's about to get them almost arrested.

He puts the keys in the ignition and drives off, parking in an abandoned alley and turning to face her in the car, who still has an expression of 'what just happened?' in her eyes. "Close your eyes," he whispers, waiting for her to do so.

She does what he says, waiting for him to tell her when to open them. "You don't have a gun, do you?" she asks and she hears him chuckle. It sounds like he's crinkling paper up. She doesn't even wanna know what Neal's doing, knowing that it's probably either dangerous or sweet, but normally just dangerous.

"No, I don't have a gun," he promises and she nods, waiting for him to finish whatever he's doing. "Okay, open your eyes," he says and she does, turning to face towards him when he presents her with a card and a rose.

She smiles and before even opening the card, she reaches over the center console and kisses him sweetly. She then opens the card, which makes her start crying happy tears before she takes the rose and smells it, smiling brightly and reaches over and gives him a hug. "Thank you," she whispers and he nods, kissing her before taking off once again in the little bug, Emma in the passenger seat and smiling like an idiot.

She smiles at him, reaching over and kissing his cheek like she did before and opens the card. This one makes her cry, too, but this time different tears. Regretful ones. It makes her wish that she would've made him take her too when he went to fence the watches. He puts his hand on her back as she reads through it.

'Happy Valentine's Day,

I miss you and I hope that one day we'll be valentine's again, but something tells me that what I did to you can never, ever be forgiven. I'm sorry Emma. I love you. You're my everything.' the card reads. She shakes her head, wiping her eyes and standing up so she can actually hug him.

He looks at her when she leans back and kisses him hard on the lips, pulling her closer to him as she does so. She smiles at him when she lets go and he smiles at her. "Wanna be valentine's?" she asks, smiling from ear to ear.

Neal chuckles and kisses her once again, resting his forehead against her's when they pull apart. "Yeah, I do," he whispers.

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