A/N: Okay, I don't like putting author's notes at the beginning of chapters anymore, but I felt like I needed to put one here to explain this chapter. One of my readers, Kuddls, mentioned in a review that I needed to develop Sean and Brooklyn's relationship more, so this chapter is going to be flashbacks. Some are for Sean and Brooklyn with how their relationship went, and the others are Emma and Oliver because I realized that I miss writing him! And since the entire chapter will be flashbacks, I'm not going to do the whole "flashback" and "end of flashback thing." I'll just separate them. You should be able to tell who's having which flashback. So here it is…hope it's still good.

Chapter Sixteen: The One

You're the one I need
The way back home is always long
But if you're close to me
I'm holding on
You're the one I need
My real life has just begun
Cause there's nothing like
Your smile made of sun

"Sean, do you want to go to the movies with me tonight?" she asked me. Brooklyn? Asking me out? We haven't even spoken two words to each other since we met. Oh well, why not?

"Sure. But, I don't have a car…"

"Neither do I. Do you mind walking? It's not that far. We could meet here," she suggested. At that minute, I saw Emma walking by, on her way to her locker. And I don't know why I did it, but I put my hand on her arm.

"That's a great idea. I'll see you there at…seven?"

"Yeah, seven sounds good," she replied.

"I'll see you then." I smiled and was going to say something else, but Emma walked up, breaking my concentration.

"Sean, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

"Sure, I'll see you later," I told Brooklyn. I kissed her on the cheek and she smiled before walking away. I was hoping to get a reaction out of Emma. That's why I kissed her.

"What was that all about?" she asked. Yep, at least she noticed.

"It was horrible, I'm telling you," I laughed. I was telling Oliver about my mom's wedding.

"I definitely can't picture you with a perm," he said. We both laughed again. It was one of those nights where we were left to close the restaurant. The two of us were sitting in one side of a booth, sharing a small pizza. These were the times I looked forward to. I was still a waitress, and wasn't showing at all yet. I was probably about two months along.

"I looked terrible."

"I can't picture you ever looking terrible. You're too beautiful." I could feel my cheeks blushing, and tried to think of something to say.

"You are too." Great. I just told him he was beautiful. "I mean…" I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I think I get it," Oliver said, laughing. We both ended up laughing until our stomachs hurt. "This is why you're my best friend Emma. You can always make me laugh."

He was my best friend too. My only friend. I didn't say anything, I just smiled at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too." But do I really love her? It just came out. I think I do, but I'm not completely sure. "Brooklyn, I…"

"You didn't really mean it?" she asked.

"Yes I meant it. That's not what I was going to say." The fear in her eyes when I started that sentence…I never wanted to see it again. It felt like she was hurting and I didn't want that. So I do love her. Yeah, I do. And it feels…kind of…nice.

"I just wasn't sure if this was too early to say it but I love you. I felt a connection between us the minute I saw you. I was afraid to say anything, because of Emma, but I just had to. You know, that day, by the lockers?" she asked.

Yeah, I remembered that day. She came right up and asked me to go to the movies with her. I was so determined to get my mind away from Emma that I said yes. And I'm glad that I did.

That was only three weeks ago.

And now I'm in love?

Is it possible to fall in love in three weeks?

Yeah, I guess it is.

Brooklyn is an amazing mother. She had to deal with being raped and still had the baby that was the result of it. Then she came clean to Oliver about him not being the father, and she still managed to keep everything together. She's beautiful, and wouldn't even think of ever hurting anyone. And most important of all, she loves me. No one's ever loved me since Emma. And Emma doesn't love me anymore.

"I love you."

"I love you too." There was no doubt in my mind. Oliver is the one for me. And he said it first! How many guys actually say it first?

I leaned in and kissed him. It was our first kiss and the best one I'd ever had. Imagine that…loving someone before you'd even done so much as kissed. That's true love: when you just know, before you ever touch them.

Oliver cupped my face in his hands as he kissed me back. It was the first time he had ever touched me, except for the time he held my hand when I went for my first sonogram.

Is this smart for me to do? I'm seven months pregnant with someone else's baby, yet I'm falling in love with another man. I'm not in love with my baby's father; not at all. But I still feel tied to him, if only because of the fact that his child is growing inside of me.

So should I be kissing him right now? Every part of me wants to. Then I will. We kissed for what seemed like hours. I love him. When we finally broke away from each other, my eyes were still closed. I opened them and instantly caught the look of worry on Oliver's face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Emma, I…" he trailed off. I knew it wasn't going to be good. I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes. "I can't do this." I closed my eyes, willing away the tears, and at the same time, hoping that he'd change his mind. But when I opened them, he was gone.

In a world full of strangers
You're the one I know

A/N: Since the flashbacks are in italics, the lyrics are normal…they're from the song "The One" by Shakira and she owns it. The first flashback is what happened in chapter six, when Emma saw him kiss her on the cheek and stuff in the hallway…but it's from Sean's POV instead of Emma's. If you don't remember, look back to it. So as you can see from the second Sean/Brooklyn flashback, he fell in love with her mainly because she loved him. He was replacing the void that Emma left with Brooklyn. And that's why, when faced with responsibility, he knew that he was never really in love with her. He loved her for the person that she was, but wasn't in love. That's what I was trying to make it seem like and now hopefully I've explained it well enough.

Okay...I wasn't going to put this chapter up so soon but I'm doing this for the people who actually review. I'm a little annoyed that there were 106 hits on the last chapter, but only 3 people reviewed! I mean, it really doesn't take that long to review. I always review every single chapter that I read, and I would like it if people could do the same for me. I want to say thanks to the people who actually take the time to review...it's the only reason that I actually write these stories.