"Hey kid," Emma greeted Henry. He rolled his eyes.

"Don't call me kid. You're not that much older than me."

Emma folded her arms. "Oh yeah? You're a freshman. I'm a senior. That's three years, buddy."

"Whatever."

"So how's freshman year treating you?"

Henry shrugged. "Pretty well."

Granny finished setting up her sheet music. "You kids ready?"

"Who's the kid now?" Henry muttered to Emma. She gave him a little shove.

"We're good, Granny." Emma smiled. Granny nodded. Her fingers touched the first few chords.

Henry immediately got into character. He was pretty good for a fourteen year old. "Nothing's gonna harm you/ Not while I'm around…" Emma listened as he sang the song, adding in her lines when necessary. They finished the song.

"Good job guys." Granny said. "Let's go again."

Emma walked out to the parking lot. She noticed Henry standing by himself. "Hey kid," she called. Henry looked up. "Need a ride?"

Henry smiled. "That'd be great, thanks." Emma nodded towards her car, and Henry followed. They threw their bags in the back of Emma's bug.

"You did really well today, kid."

"Thanks, you too."

"We're doing the next rehearsal with Killian, right?" Henry asked.

"I think so. Why?" They pulled out of the school parking lot.

Henry shrugged. "Just asking. He seems cool."

"Killian Jones?" Emma snorted.

"Why don't you guys like each other?" Henry asked. Emma opened her mouth to protest. "Don't tell me it's not true. I'm a freshman, not an idiot."

"It's a long story." Emma deflected.

"We've got time."

"Still don't want to talk about it."

"I'll find out eventually. Might as well be from you."

"You're a pain in the neck, you know that?"

"Come on Emma." Henry pleaded.

Emma sighed. "It's a personality thing."

Henry raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, really! He's so full of himself. It's like he thinks he's the king." She turned onto Henry's street.

"But he's really a good person."

"If you say so kid." Emma stopped in front of his house. "I'll see you around, okay?"

"Sure thing, Emma. Thanks for the ride." Henry grabbed his bag and walked to the door. He waved at Emma before going inside. Emma started driving away, shaken by her talk with Henry. She'd told him the truth. Her and Killian had always clashed, and it was mainly because of their personalities. The disagreements that had started years ago had just grown and grown. Emma shrugged and put those thoughts aside.

"Hey Killian?" Belle asked. They were studying at her house.

Killian looked up. "Yeah?"

"Why don't you and Emma get along?"

"Who said we didn't get along?"

Belle scoffed. "Anyone who's been in a three mile radius of you two." Killian rubbed a hand over his face. He knew they'd have to have this conversation at some stage. Belle's tone softened. "Come on, Killian. You can tell me anything. You know that."

"I know, it's just..." Killian started, "She and I had some disagreements freshman year."

"That's it? Are you kidding me?" Belle rolled her eyes. "The drama club lives in world war three because of a fight you had as freshmen?"

"Fights. Plural. They kept getting worse and worse. I think at this stage we're just beyond reconciliation."

"I don't believe that." Belle folded her arms.

"That's because you're a good person who wants to see the best in people." Killian responded before looking back at his textbook. Belle knew that the conversation was over. She sighed. Killian could be so stubborn.

Emma and Elsa were hanging out in the Nolans' kitchen while Mary Margaret made dinner. "Hey, so I know you hate Killian, but what's our stance on Belle? Can I talk to her?" Elsa asked.

Emma gave her a look. "Elsa, this isn't a war. You can be friends with whoever you want."

"Good, cause she's in my English class and I want to ask her for the notes." Emma scoffed.

"Seriously? You're asking me for permission to ask Belle for help in English?"

Mrs. Nolan leaned on the kitchen countertop. "So Elsa, tell me about this Killian guy. Is he cute?"

Emma's eyes widened. "Mary Margaret!"

"What? Can't I ask a simple question?" Mrs. Nolan looked at Elsa. "So...?" Elsa nodded with a sly smile. "I knew it! Why does Emma hate him?"

"You know, I'm really not sure. Everyone else thinks he's great, but for some reason those two-"

"I am right here." Emma deadpanned.

"Yeah, but you never give me any answers." Mrs. Nolan teased.

"And wait, why did you assume he was-" realization struck Emma. "Oh my god, really, Mary Margaret?"

Mrs. Nolan shrugged. "What? I was a teenager once, I know how this works."

"I don't have a crush on Killian."

Mrs. Nolan looked at Elsa. Elsa shrugged. "I believe her. But I'm pretty sure that Ruby thinks there's something going on there."

"Ok, this conversation is over." Emma gave both of them a pointed look. Mrs. Nolan and Elsa exchanged a glance before changing the subject. Emma sighed. What was with everybody today?