This story takes place during the summer, about late July, after Season five and before Season six. I'm probably not going to follow the exact storyline of the show, so bare with me.

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"You know I've always dreamed of going on a trip alone with no parental supervision." Manny squealed, "Think of all the things we can do with all of the the open campgrounds, the lake, the beach the people, the -"

"Boyfriends. Manny, think about Peter and Craig. Just because we're going to be exposed to a bunch of half naked hotties doesn't mean anything." Emma started up the engine in her mother's old red explorer and looked at her best friend thoughtfully. "Think of it as a little get away. A little girl time, with no boys. Think of it as -"

"Okay, Em. You can quit it now. You're starting to sound like Raditch."

Emma bit her lip and pulled out of the driveway, waving goodbye to her mom, Snake and little brother Jack. She started driving slowly down the streets of Toroto until she had finally hit the open roads to Wasaga Beach. She had always gotten a good dose of butterflies whenever someone mentioned Wasaga, but now that she was with Peter she set any thoughts of Sean aside and focused on the decent campground Peter's father had mentioned to them.

Manny set her feet on the dashboard and put her headphones on her ears. Moments later, she pulled them down again and grumbled. "Is there any way we can stop and get batteries?"

"Manny, you know me. Once I start, I never stop. Same goes for driving. We can pull over once we get in Wasaga, but for right now just use my ipod."

"And listen to your crappy hippy music?" Manny grabbed the small, white ipod from Emma's purse and untangled the earphone strings. "Save the whales, save the whales, stop making lamps out of them, save the whales!"

Emma couldn't help but laugh, "Hey, shut up! Stick to acting."

The two of them sat in silence for the next hour and a half while Manny hummed quietly to Emma's ipod. Every so often they would make small talk about random cars that drove by, their boyfriends, or what they were going to do when they got to the beach.

"I really need a tan." Manny said, examining her arms and legs and sighing, "I look like a ghost."

"Talk about ghost? Look at my legs. I look like I'm from the stone age. They didn't have tanning oil back then, you know."

"Obviously not." She stopped for a few moments and then practically jumped in her seat, making Emma turn her head quickly. "Hey! Does Peter know that your ex-boyfriend lives in Wasaga Beach?"

"Gosh Ma - Yea, he does, but he doesn't care. Like Peter said, 'It's a lot of people in one place, there's a one in a million chance you'll actually run into him.'"

"And what if you do?"

Emma shrugged, "Not a big deal. It'll be running into an old friend again, there's nothing wrong with that." She sped up and turned off one of the exits on the side of the road. She pointed at a large sign on her right, "Welcome to Wasaga Beach! There's a gas station here, we can stop and get your batteries."

The two girls pulled into the driveway of the gas station and drove next to one of the pumps; Emma turned off the engine. She assigned Manny to get some gas while she went inside and paid. She stood by the counter and put $20 on her tank and waited for the gas to ring up while Manny took her time with the gas. She had always been slow when it came to doing this. Emma finally paid for the gas and batteries and then joined her best friend outside again.

It was nearing one o'clock and the sun was high in the sky, heating the earth beneath it. Emma fanned herself and pulled her hair off her neck as she walked back to her nice, air conditioned car. Manny immitated Emma, who laughed and let her hair fall down upon her back gracefully.

"Is that who I think it is?" Manny pointed behind her toward the car garage.

Emma turned her head quickly, looking over her shoulder at a young man sitting in the car garage. The garage was only fifteen feet or so away, but the features of the man stood out quite well. He had large muscles which bulged slightly in his blue uniform and a grey, grease covered towel hung over his shoulder. He had soft facial features and slightly long, curly hair, but even then his identity was easily identifiable. His face was in awe.

"Emma Nelson, what brings you to Wasaga Beach?" The familiar voice of Sean Cameron called from the garage.

He walked just the same, he smiled just the same, his voice even sounded the same. It had been almost a year and a half since Emma last saw him and even after all this time, she couldn't help but feel anxious to talk to him again, to hug him again, and to smell his grease-filled hair again. After all, this was the first boy she danced with, her first boyfriend, the first boy she kissed, the first boy who ever really took her breath away, the boy who saved her life, and for all Emma knew, this was the first boy she had really, maybe, possibly fallen in love with.