Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

xxxx

EMILIE'S P.O.V

I sat in the terminal with my head in my hands and let out a sigh. I had been sitting here for about 20 minutes now just waiting. I peeked my head up to see if Punk was coming back yet, but no. I put my head back in my hands and groaned. Punk had left me to go get a "quick" coffee with his ex girlfriend Maria. She showed up 'randomly' at the airport and caught us off guard when we were coming in. The same ex girlfriend he had almost had a panic attack about when I told him she was in Chicago. The same ex girlfriend that made Punk so insane we sat in his house up until the last day. Also the same girlfriend that he said was absolutely insane, but I had nothing to worry about, but yet again I was the one waiting for them to finish up their coffee/ catch-up session. I let out an angry growl and pulled out my cell phone. I told Zack about the whole Maria and Punk situation and he wasn't the happiest to say, mostly because I told him they left me waiting, the other because the longer Punk took, the longer I had to wait to see everyone. I was getting more anxious, and it was killing me. I missed my dad and at this point the whole roaster. They were like a second family to me. I pulled out my mirror and checked my make-up, making sure all the bruises were covered and the cuts. By now it looked like I had just fell or bumped into something, but I planned on nobody ever knowing about this. I leaned back in my chair and jumped a bit when I heard my phone go off. I looked down to see a private number calling. I rolled my eyes and answered.

"Hello private caller, how may I help you today?"

"Is that any way to speak to your Uncle?" My heart rose to my throat and I froze. I haven't spoken to my Uncle since before I left, and I honestly didn't think he'd even call me.

"Uncle Chris? I'm sorry, you uh...you called private...I didn't know." I heard him chuckle at the other end and I relaxed a bit.

"Yeah I know, I keep my number on the down low, anyways I was wondering what you're doing and if I could come see my favorite niece?" I smiled a little and rolled my eyes.

"I'm your only nice, and I just got back from Chicago and I'm in Tampa, so if you can make it here then yes, you can see your favorite niece." I said with a smile. If I could see my Uncle everyday it'd be nice, he's the only blood that I know of from my mothers side. As far as I knew my grandparents were dead or just long gone.

"Emilie?" I snapped out of my thoughts and felt my cheeks grow hot.

"Sorry I wasn't paying attention."

"Of course you weren't, that doesn't sound familiar." He said with a laugh.

"Well I was saying that I can get a flight out now and be there by tonight if you'd like, and you could talk to your dad about me traveling with you for a bit before I have to come back." My smile grew bigger.

"Yeah I think I can do that, only for you though, if you answer a question."

"Hmm yes sure, I think I can do that."

"Do I have any cousins, grandparents, or other family. And could you bring pictures, videos, etc." I said while biting my lip, hoping it wouldn't be too much trouble.

"Well I don't have kids, not yet at least. Yes I'll bring pictures, and I'll explain the family situation when I see you, how about that?" I let out a sigh and smiled again.

"Sounds good, see you soon." I hung up the phone and sat back. Finally I would be getting some Grove family history. I heard my phone go off again and smiled when I saw it was Zack calling. At least someone cares about me.

"Hey boo."

"Hey boo! So I did you a huge favor." I squinted my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek. 'What was he up too?'

"Oh yeah? What favor did you do for me."

"Look behind you." I pulled my phone away and gave it a look, thinking somehow he'd see it. I turned my head and my mouth fell open when I saw him standing there in his famous glasses. He was dressed in a black hoodie and jeans and had a bud light hat on. I hung up the phone and jumped over the chair, running as fast as I could and jumped into his arms.

"Well somebody missed me." I nodded my head and squeezed him tighter. If it wasn't for this man I don't know what I'd do. Even though I knew he was practically in love with me, even though he wouldn't admit it, he was always there for me when I needed him. It took him some time but he came through. I felt bad that I haven't told him about me and Punk yet, but I did that for his safety and I didn't want to break Zack's heart. He slowly let me down and I reached up and pinched his cheek.

"You know I never really said anything before but...you're really damn short, and WOW! I love your hair." I dropped my hand and glared at him and then smiled. He was right though, I was only 5'2. I slapped him on the arm and walked back to my chair. I picked up my stuff and sighed when I realized Punk probably wasn't coming back and I should just go with Zack. I picked my head up and tried to get a good look into the coffee shop, and my heart immediately stopped. I had a good look, no great look at the two of them. He was across from her and she had her hand on top of his, and was definitely giving him 'the look'. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. I eased down when I realized it was only Zack and gave him the biggest fake smile I possibly could. He looked over my shoulder and his face fell. I knew he saw what I had seen, but it didn't matter now.

"Come on shorty." He put his arm around me and led me away. I peeked back over my shoulder to see Punk sending a text while talking to her. My phone immediately went off and I stopped. Zack looked down at me and I gave him an apologetic smile. Maybe Punk was finally telling me he was done. I looked down at my phone and my heart fell into my stomach.

In the bathroom now, not feeling too well. Sorry Maria had me held up so long, I'll be out soon babe. I love you. -CMP

I looked over my shoulder again to see Punk still sitting there laughing away with her. 'Oh yeah, she's totally crazy, and you're definitely in the bathroom.'

I let out a huff and looked back up to Zack and gave him another smile. I continued walking and moved closer to Zack. As confused as I was to why Punk was lying to me, at least I still had my best friend. I pulled the text message back up and felt tears start to sting my eyes.

OK - Emmy

I turned my phone off and slid it back in my pocket. After all that we had been through, which was a lot, I didn't think he'd have the balls to lie about me, especially when I could see him. He probably didn't think I had picked a spot so close, but I'm his girlfriend, and what girlfriend wouldn't. Especially when you're having coffee with an ex, a crazy ex. I shook my head and held it up high. He already ruined my morning, there was no way he was going to ruin the rest of my day. He wanted to sit there and lie to me? So be it. I was going to have fun with Zack and everyone else, and I was not going to talk to him.

We made our way out to the car and as soon as I slid in I let out a sigh. I put on my best smile when he got in and we took off.

"So what are we doing today best friend?" He said with a smile. I shrugged and looked out the window.

"Whatever you'd like boo, got anything in mind?" He put on his thinking face and smirked.

"I got a few things in mind, but you look tired. Do you wanna go back to the hotel for now and get some sleep? I could use some myself." I smirked but nodded. As mad as I was at Punk, all I would be doing in Zack's hotel room was sleeping. We caught up with each other the rest of the way and I had to admit, I missed this man. I did feel bad for him though. I could see how much he liked me, maybe even loved. If I had never met Punk then maybe there would've been a chance between us, but with Zack doing the same thing as him, I would've met him anyways. Maybe if he was much older, or gay, or just didn't exist at all...but he did. He had my heart, and a big part of me that I wouldn't of just given away to anyone. He just better hope to god for his sake he doesn't take their coffee date any further. He had already left me there hanging, I'd hate to see what else he'd do.

Zack snapped me out of my thoughts when we were parked and ready to get out. I gave him an apologetic smile and got out. He grabbed my bags and we went up to his room. I moved fast so nobody would notice me yet. I wanted to surprise everyone, and I wanted to do that after I got some beauty sleep. Punk had kept me up the whole plane ride so I could read comics with him and talk before we had to come back to this...to us being a secret. I shook Punk from my head and grabbed some bags from Zack so he didn't fall over. I chuckled when I noticed him wobbling and he gave me a dirty look.

"You think that's funny?" I put my finger to my chin and tapped it, doing my best thinking face.

"Uh yeah it was, I thought you were strong?" His jaw dropped and he charged towards me. I let out a squeal and he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Matthew Joseph Cardona JR you put me down this instant!" I said while beating on his back.

"As you wish my lady." I quickly regretted what I had said but it was too late. He threw me onto the bed, but not without coming with me. I grabbed his shirt and we landed with an 'oomf'. We burst out laughing until we realized how our position was. He was lying on top of me, his face just inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and his cologne filled my nose. I looked up and my blue eyes met his light brown ones and I froze. I felt an eery feeling creep up in my stomach and it bothered me. It wasn't that it was a bad feeling, in fact, it was a good feeling, it was like small butterflies were floating about. I felt my body start to shake a bit and my breath caught in my throat. He seemed to be feeling a little awkward too, I could see it in his eyes.

"You...you feel it too?"

My eyes went wide and I knew I was in trouble. He was feeling the same, and now he knew I was too. He just didn't know that I couldn't be feeling this way.

"Emilie..." He trailed off and looked away, but stayed on top of me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out.

"I...I know you told me you wouldn't want to ruin our friendship, and I understand. I-I just want you to know that I've felt something for you...since the moment I met you. Since the moment you gave me my nickname. I've always felt this way. I haven't been with another girl since you've been here...in hopes that I would get to be with you. I've blown off so many girls, because I know what they want, my money. But with you...you'd want me for me. You've never asked me for anything. And uh..I know our kiss was a mistake to you but...I felt a spark, something I've never felt for any women before...ever. I hope me spilling this out doesn't freak you out, cause I don't want to lose you, but I just wanted you to know that even though I know you'll never feel the same, I love you, and I will always be here for you, no matter what OK? Don't ever forget that. You're my number one girl, and nobody will ever change that.

I looked up at him in shock, and awe. I couldn't believe he was coming out with all of this, and I never knew his feelings were this strong. I always had an idea, I just never would've guessed he'd actually tell me. I knew one thing though, and that was that I didn't regret the kiss.

"I didn't regret the kiss Matthew." He turned his head and looked back into my eyes. I never call him Matthew unless I'm mad or being serious, and I was being serious. I didn't regret it, I had no reason too. I wasn't with Punk at the time, the kiss was just at a bad time, no reason to regret it though. It made me realize that even if I had feelings for him, they weren't as strong as the feelings I had for Punk. Although I wouldn't tell him that, ever.

"You..are you serious?" He asked with a glint of hope in his eyes. I nodded and smiled a little, hoping he wouldn't get the wrong idea...but also knowing he was.

He moved his hands and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, making my heart beat faster.

"You're so beautiful Emilie." He whispered. He leaned down and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he kissed my forehead. I let out a inner sigh of relief and smiled up at him. He let go of my wrists and helped me up. He took off his hoodie and shirt and stripped to his boxers, which happened to be custom made too. I let out a laugh and he gave me a look, but then laughed too. He threw me one of his shirts. I stripped off mine leaving my tank top on and put his shirt on. It went down to my knees and I giggled. I slowly slid my pants off and climbed into bed. He crawled over me and climbed in right beside me. He slid his arm around me and pulled me against him. I breathed in his cologne again and closed my eyes. I was putting fuel in the fire, but at this point I didn't care. He didn't kiss me, he hasn't touched me and I haven't touched him. I was doing nothing wrong. I snuggled even closer to him and felt my eyes start to droop. Before I fell asleep I quickly grabbed my phone off the nightstand and turned in on, but put it on vibrate. As soon as I set my alarm all the texts started coming in. I saw that I had 200 unread texts from Punk and 300 missed calls. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes again, slowly drifting off to sleep, exactly where I wanted to be, in the arms of my best friend.

Uh oh...