After dinner Emma walked Manny to her house and instead of turning around and going home she walked to Sean's. Sean was sitting outside with his hooded sweater on. He had the hood up.
"Sean?" Emma asked.
Sean looked up at her. "Emma?" he asked. "W-What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you," she said. She walked over to him and sat down next to him.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Emma Nelson," Tracker said, teasingly. "Nice seeing you again."
"Nice seeing you, too," she replied.
Tracker smiled at her and then walked into the house.
"Why did you come over?" Sean asked.
"Well, I was walking Manny home—"
"Why? Afraid some guy's going to rape her or pay her for sex?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"She looks like a cheap slut," Sean said. He waited for Emma to slap him across the face for talking about her best friend like that but Emma just turned away and sighed.
"You're right," Emma said. "I don't know what to do with her. It's like she wants every guy to notice her."
"And every guy did notice her," he said. "Except for me. I noticed her friend."
"Who?" Emma asked.
"You!" Sean said. "I still care for you, Emma."
"Really?" she asked, looking at him.
Sean nodded. "Really," he said.
Emma looked at him and Sean caught her eyes and then leaned closer to her and as soon as his lips touched hers, Tracker opened the door. "Sean what would you like to eat?" he asked, he looked up as the two pulled away. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No," Sean said. "Not at all, Tracker!"
"Oh, ok," Tracker replied. "Well, what would you like to eat?"
"Whatever."
Tracker looked at the take out list. "Sorry, they don't have that," he said.
"Whatever you want!" Sean exclaimed.
"Fine," he said. He closed the door and walked back into the house.
"Do you want to pick up where we left off before we were interrupted?" he asked.
Emma nodded. She leaned in and kissed him.
Emma pulled back and laid her head down on Sean's shoulder. "I love you, Sean," she said.
Sean hesitated. "I love you, too," he whispered.