A Semma fic, Sean's back and wants Emma, Emma's with Peter... can they make it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi... no if I did, Semma wouldn't have split up.
Some would say he was crazy, and in most respects... they would have been right; he maybe was, but it never stopped the consuming desire he had, the yearning he felt just to hold her again. That may have been why he was the way he was...
Two years was an extensive time frame to be apart from someone he loved.
From what was a strained, complicated relationship was a longing... something they both knew they still felt but never acted upon. They were right; he was crazy... and it was all because of her.
"hey! keep your eyes on the car man!" Jay spat as the two worked on a banged up old 1974 Charger, yet he could never take his mind off her... She plagued him ever since he left,
"yeah yeah" he whined as he finished working on fitting the alternator. Something was still missing. I just didn't seem right with her not there like the summer before grade 10, scantily clad just to tease him to the point of insanity.
Jay noticed the strain in his thought before deciding to address it "what'cha thinkin' Bam Bam?" he asked smugly looking over at Sean who'd now completely ceased what he was doing .
"here's what I've been thinkin'" he drawled, lighting a cigarette and pulling out a small box, inside was a small diamond ring.
"awww that's sweet but it's not my size" Jay joked and lit his own cigarette " if I had to guess, you're gonna ask Red to marry you"
why Jay had it in his head that it was automatically going to be Ellie was beyond knowledge. He knew he had to be straight with him.
"Emma... actually" his tone somewhat hopeful and excited at the thought of making her his wife.
"Well... don't just fuckin' stand here" he laughed "you go smoke that ass" if Sean knew one thing... Jay was not one for subtlety
On the other side of town she was at her desk in her room, the redundancy of checking emails and studying her friends blogs taking over the morning... that was until he boyfriend climbed through the window. He wreaked of a mixture of overpowering Jean Paul Gaultier and sex... she knew he'd been with someone else again.
"What's new Pussycat?" he asked smugly as he snaked his arms around her, the scent of him growing too much to bear
"not much, just the usual thing" she feigned happiness to see him, but knew that Sean would be the one on her mind that night, "what about you?" she sighed looking at the screen "who was she this time?" the tone taking on something expectant, she knew he'd either tell her, no one or he'd just been to the gym.
"There is no she" he stated, how true the statement was; was a matter of interpretation.
All she responded with was a sarcastic eye roll and a deep, disappointed sigh. Everyone knew he was a sleaze, and what she was about to see next, further proved this
"hmmm… Peter's folder" she pondered staring at the screen, dare she open it? Fear and curiosity filling her at the same time…
Once she clicked, she would open a Pandora's Box of secrets and lies, his life on show, horror and sadness shot over her. So many girls, so little time it seemed…
But that wasn't the major shock until she clicked on the file that read "Darcy.exe" Images of her boyfriend and friend in lurid positions… not only was he a serial cheater, he was sick enough to film his conquests and store them on her laptop. Not a word was spoken, all that could be heard was her palm hitting the skin of his cheek, an onslaught of screaming ensuing from the basement.