A/N: In the last chapter (Chapter Three: The Reason Is You), it ended with the song "The Reason" by Hoobastank (which I don't own). In the fourth line of the song, I typed "I never mean to do those things to you." It's supposed to be "I never meant to do those things to you." Thanks for your wonderful compliments. I'm so glad people like it, and I hope you all like Chapter Four: Tell Me You Love Me.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Degrassi. If only...

"Sean!" Sean turned around. Emma was at the other end of the school hallway, running up to him. She leaned against his locker and smiled. Her smile was magic. Amber eyes flashing happily, she grabbed his hand and said, "There's something I have to tell you." Not waiting for his response, she announced, "I love you."

He didn't dare to believe her. "Not funny, Em."

She laughed. "I'm serious."

"Yeah, okay."

She looked hurt now. "Sean, I love you.'

He slowly met her gaze. "Really?" She nodded enthusiastically. "I don't care what you've done, I love you." She slipped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. They were so close, their lips about to touch,,,

"Mr. Cameron!" Sean woke up with a jolt, and lifted his head off his desk. Kwan was staring down at him, and she didn't look very pleased.

"Sean, if you could please try to keep awake in my class, then maybe I won't have to fail you. Sound like a good idea?"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled.

"Glad you can see things my way. Now, if I may continue-"

Sean tuned out Kwan's lecture. There were more important things. Like Emma, and how not only did she haunt his dreams every night, but now she was in his school dreams. No not, haunt. Wrong word. More like she floated into them, like a goddess. She glowed and laughed and loved. He looked over at her now. She was paying rapt attention to Kwan, taking notes and occasionally looking over at her textbook. He had to talk to her. He had had enough of being alone.

xXx

The bell rang and Emma gathered up her stuff, headed for the doorway. But before she could leave, Sean touched her shoulder lightly.

"Can we go somewhere after school? I kinda have to talk to you about something."

"Um, sure. Where do you want to go?"

"Is the ravine okay?"

Emma nodded, and then he walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

xXx

The final bell rang. Emma walked to her locker to find Sean leaning against it staring into space. He turned his head and smiled at her. "Let's go." She followed him outside of the school and down into the ravine.

"So what's up?" she asked.

He made a motion as if he wanted to grab her hand, but then pulled back. "This isn't easy to say. And it's really unexpected. But I really- I li- I lo-." He took a deep breath. Emma started to realize what he was trying to say. But no, he wasn't- he couldn't- did he still like her? Sean started again. "Em, I love you.' Emma didn't say anything, as much as she'd like to. She remembered the daydreams she would have right after he broke up with her. They all went somewhat like this. Except this was real, and she didn't know what to do or say, and Sean was staring at her, waiting for an answer. "Well, do you, you know, feel the same way?" Silence. This was by far the worse and the best moment of her life. Sean finally confessed that he loved her, and she couldn't say a damn word. Say something, you idiot, say anything! Don't just gawk at him like a moron!

"Um, are you okay?" Sean looked slightly worried. No doubt this afternoon was not going exactly how he had planned it.

Emma finally found her voice. "Yeah, you just...startled me, that's all." Sean smiled. "You looked like you went into cardiac arrest." Emma laughed softly, then she moved closed to Sean and hugged him. "I love you too," she told him.

Sean leaned in and kissed her lightly. He tasted like chocolate. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her in closer. He started to kiss her over and over again, until she felt like she would lose her mind. Then an unpleasant thought cut through the sweetness. She pulled away.

"But what about Chris?" she asked.

"Who?" he muttered as if still dazed from the kisses.

"My boyfriend," she reminded him. His face fell. "Oh, right. You're with Sharpe. Sorry." He became suddenly unable to look her in the eyes.

Emma's heart was aching. She had never felt this feeling with Chris, or with anyone else. This feeling of want, of passion, of lust. She had always imagined it would be sort of slutty to want someone this badly, but she was wrong. It felt incredible.

"Oh, who cares," she said on impulse. "I'll just break up with him. I don't care what people this anymore." He grinned and started to kiss her again. He laid her down gently on the grass.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his expression slightly worried. "This is perfect," she whispered back. But instead of kissing her, he leaned towards her ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I could kiss you for the rest of my life."

Emma pulled his head towards her. "Then kiss me," she said smiling sweetly. He laughed. "You're such a flirt." She grinned back. "And you're such a tease."

He rubbed her forearm and kissed her forehead. Then he pressed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue in and out her mouth. All her worries and her fears melted away instantly. At that moment, time stopped for Emma. There were no more seconds or minutes or hours or days. She moved with the natural course of time, slipping in and out of heaven.