A/N: Here's the new chapter! So far everything is nice and fluffy so enjoy it while it lasts! I know I do! Except for in the show because it's been like 3 seasons and they need to amp up that romance soon amiright?

Emma's eyes fluttered open to an early sunrise, her mind still in a daze from her deep and troubled dreams. "Ughh," Emma moaned loudly, covering her face with a pillow in an attempt to keep herself in the dark. Unfortunately, light was flooding through her window, forcing her eyes to adjust to a new day before Emma had the chance to stop it. Emma still tried though and forced her eyes shut, pretending it wasn't daytime yet. Unfortunately, some very loud noises were creeping from downstairs, drifting up to Emma's eardrums and she wondered if it was the voices or the light that had woken her up in her grumpy state. She cursed to herself but otherwise seemed to accept her fate, pushing the covers away from her body in an attempt to move. She didn't want to dream anymore anyways but being awake meant headaches and screaming matches with whoever was downstairs.

It had been 3 days since the bonfire and Emma swore she still had a hangover since her head was still pounding heavily but now she wondered if it was all the loud noises her family was making since David had arrived home. A part of her didn't doubt it since her body was so used to peace and quiet and was now being thrown headfirst into crazy parents, brothers, and one hot Irish lad that just wouldn't leave her head. Not today, Emma thought to herself, trying to focus her mind on other things: like who was fighting downstairs.

It was a Monday, which meant that her father was out at the diner, and possibly her mother, although she was pretty sure she could hear her mother's shrill voice from the kitchen and made a mental note to wear earplugs next time she wanted to sleep in and her mother was staying home. Deciding it best to just go downstairs, she sighed and turned her eyes down towards her legs. "Alright, let's get up," Emma said scratchily, talking to her limbs as if they would somehow listen to her orders and jump out of bed like magic.

Instead the movements were slow and taxing, her body cracking every few seconds as she lifted herself up off the mattress. It must be early, Emma decided, giving a death glare to the hazy light outside and to her own body, which was moving at a snails pace out of the cozy covers on her bed.

She needed to check her phone, she realized, and reached for it lazily to find that it was only 8:15 in the morning, to which Emma groaned internally at, and that Neal had sent her a couple texts while she was asleep. Neither made her smile and instead her brows furrowed at the sight of his name appearing on her screen. He hadn't messaged her in weeks and Emma had a strange feeling that she should put her phone down and walk away without a second glance. She debated her options, trying to think logically but in the end she opened the messages anyways, curiosity getting the better of her.

12:15 am: Can we meet up sometime? I'd like to talk to you

12:30 am: What's wrong with me? I can't stop thinking about you

1:10 am: I think I've made a big mistake letting you go

Emma read the messages to herself but she didn't answer them. She could practically feel her mouth dropping at his words but she wasn't sure why. He was like a child, always wanting what he couldn't have. Instead she shook her head and put her phone in her pocket, deciding to deal with Neal later. Besides, the voices below her were getting louder and it was all Emma could do not to scream down the stairs at them.

Without a second glance at her phone, she got up, not bothering to change out of her pajamas, and made her way down the stairs to find David and her mother in a heated debate while Killian watched them warily from the other side of the kitchen.

Emma looked at the two fighting before deciding to go stand next to Killian, her body moving almost instinctively to stand beside him. "What are they fighting about now?" Emma whispered quietly into Killian's ear, accidentally smelling a very sweet aroma of cologne that was coming off his body and continuing to block her nose in an attempt at relaxing the butterflies in her stomach. He looked at her with a jump, seeming to have just noticed her presence and it was all Emma could do not to giggle at his reaction. But she didn't giggle, deciding that that would be too childish and this was no child in front of her. Besides, ever since the fire Killian had begun treating her like she either didn't exist or like she was a fragile child about to break at his touch. Either way, Emma had become determined to prove him wrong and had found that it was taking more effort than she expected not to act like a teenage girl. "Uh, I'm not entirely sure, lass. I believe your mother has bought us some tickets to visit Boston? And David has gone and bought your mother tickets to… a concert? And somehow that caused a debate?" Killian looked utterly confused and it made Emma smile at how naïve he was.

"Welcome to the family," Emma giggled, reaching around Killian to grab a granola bar off of the counter and feeling his eyes following her as she moved around him. She smirked a little, happy that she made him flinch with her touch.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, love," Killian laughed, his hand absently scratching at the back of his neck.

"You see, David doesn't like when mom spends money on us because growing up we didn't really… well we didn't exactly have a lot of money and now that we're somewhat stable my parents keep trying to "give us the childhood we never had" and now that David has some money he keeps trying to give my parents "chances that THEY never had" and… apparently it's driving them both mad," Emma laughed, shaking her head at the two of them.

"Oh… " Killian said finally, still trying to piece together Emma's explanation.

"They both want to take care of the other," Emma said back to clear up her story for him and he seemed to understand more, nodding his head and allowing them both to sit back and watch the fight in front of them, which was seeming to wrap up.

"Take the tickets David! Take Killian! Take Emma! Go enjoy a REAL day of summer and let me take care of my children," Eva said angrily, the lines on her face wrinkled in pure annoyance.

"Alright alright… Thank you mother. But please take my gift and go to the concert tomorrow night with dad because… just... please," David said, his hands combing through his hair, clearly tired of fighting with his mother. They both stood there, just holding out gifts for the other with stern expressions across their faces and the blood boiling in their cheeks. Emma laughed, watching the two of them and they seem to ease up at the sound of her voice.

"Alright fine…thank you," Eva smiled at David, reaching her hands out for her son who allowed the hug, his eyes only rolling slightly. "WOO!" Emma whooped, thankful for the peace and quiet returning to the house since her head was still pounding softly in her ears.

"And good morning, darling," Eva sighed, releasing David to turn towards her daughter and Killian.

"Morning," Emma smiled towards the two of them, taking another bite of her granola bar, "Having a debate are we?"

"No! No… Everything's fine! Actually you three are going to Boston today! And that's… Well that's final," Eva yelled. Her voice was a little higher pitched than normal and Emma noticed that her mind seemed more focused on fixing her hair then talking, a nervous tick her mother had always had for as long as Emma could remember. Emma laughed a little, watching her mother's face flush with embarrassment for fighting with her son in front of a guest. Aka Killian Jones.

"You didn't have to do that…," Emma started but her mother cut her off, her hand going up to stop Emma before she said to much.

"No no! I am not fighting another child on this!" Eva yelled out, shaking her head at the rest of them, "Killian? Anything you want to add?"

"Uh no ma' lady. Thank you very much," Killian smiled at her, his face a little flushed at being called out and Emma nudged him from the side, making him blush even more under Eva's gaze.

"Kiss ass," Emma mumbled and he turned to her, his eye contact driving electricity through her brain.

"What was that Swan?" He whispered back, a playful smirk reappearing on his lips but it's Emma's mother who spoke next, breaking the banter between the two of them.

"Yes well… alright then. Emma go get dressed. I have to go help your father, he's all alone at the restaurant and I'm positive that he's just bothering all the costumers so… have a good day. I love you and please keep an eye on Emma," Eva finished hastily. She kissed Emma on the top of the head, making Emma wince in annoyance and reached for her purse and car keys before heading for the door. Emma watched her mother walk past her, preparing to turn and give Killian a proper response but her mother turned around at the door, pointing to David at Killian, letting them know that she meant what she said about watching Emma, which just made her jaw tighten in frustration. Why did everyone think of her as a child?

"You should eat more then a granola bar for breakfast…," David said, continuing his mother's argument but Emma had already walked past him and was making her way upstairs, prepared to ignore them until they left. She felt embarrassed enough and her head needed a break from the sweet Irish cologne that was starting to clog up her senses. Thankfully, Boston was one of Emma's favorite places to visit and she hoped that she would be able to enjoy it without too much trouble.

It was half past 10 by the time they were ready to leave and Killian had made it a point to stay far away from Emma before they left for Boston. Ever since the fire it had seemed like Emma was continually trying to torture him and he just couldn't handle it as much as he thought he would. He had gone upstairs to change quickly and could hear Lana Del Rey's sultry voice blaring out of Emma's computer. A part of him wanted to ask her if she was feeling okay but he had gone this far without talking to her too much and he wasn't about to ruin that by crossing the barrier into her room.

So instead, Killian got changed quickly, swiped his hands through his mop of hair, decided he'd shave another day and went downstairs to find David. A voice in his head told him that he needed to relax. After all she was much younger then him and there was hardly a chance that she would care about him when she had so many other suitors to choose from. Unfortunately, that voice seemed muffled the minute she had reached around him this morning, her hand skimming his chest and the smell of her herbal essence shampoo making him feel weak at the knees. It was like she didn't even try and yet she still somehow knew just what to do to get under his skin.

Killian focused his mind back to his present job of packing up some snacks for the road just as Emma emerged from upstairs, her hair brushed out, a nice cardigan around her shoulders and a tiny pair of shorts wrapped around her hips, barely covering his butt. "Uhh…," Killian's voice seemed to trail off, his eyes meeting her legs.

"Yes?" Emma smirked at him. Oh bloody hell, Killian muttered to himself. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"What would you like for a snack, lass?" Killian smirked back, lifting up various fruits from the table as examples.

"I really love red apples," Emma replied, her eyes trailing the floor in search of her shoes, "Oh and onion rings but we don't really have any of those."

"Really? You're an onion rings person?" Killian laughed, picking up two red apples and sticking them in the bag.

"Oh and let me guess… You are a French fry person?" Emma joked, her eyes rolling at him.

"Hey there, don't trash talk French fries," Killian smiled back at her, "Otherwise I'll have to fight you". He said it in a lighthearted manner, expecting more debate from the wild fire but the room was quiet, and he looked up to see Emma looking at him silently with a tense expression like she was debating on saying something more before David walked back in from outside, his feet stomping onto the wood floors and reminding the two of them that they were never really alone in this house.

"Ready to go?"

"Uh… yeah, of course. After you," Killian replied, following David to the car with Emma in tow, her tense expression replaced by a tight smile across her cheeks. David didn't seem to notice though and took his seat in the car as driver, allowing Killian to sit shotgun, and leaving Emma to sit in the back alone. "Now I know how Hank feels, alone in the backseat," She grumbled, pulling herself into the car.

"If you're going to be a child about it we can switch," Killian joked with her, sticking his head into the backseat just to be greeted with Emma's glaring eyes, "Or not," He added, feeling rather scared by her expression.

"Yeah better not," Emma sneered back, her arms crossing protectively in front of her body. Killian laughed it off but he felt a pang of guilt in his chest for making another child comment. Silently to himself, he agreed not to say another word about it since it obviously bothered Emma so much. He was sure he could find another way to keep her at arms length without hurting her feelings in the process. Instead, he sat in silence, letting David pull out of the driveway and start their two hour trek down to Boston.

As the road continued, Killian actually found his mind quite occupied with music blasting from the car radio and the wind hitting him in the face with the windows rolled down. Emma had fallen asleep within a half hour of the drive and he could see her in the side mirror, her hair falling over her face, her mouth slightly open, and her head leaning on the side of the car trying to get comfy. "She's adorable," Killian whispered to David, smiling at the sleeping beauty in the backseat.

"Yeah she's alright when she's not talking," David laughed, eyeing his sister through the mirror and smiling. It was obvious that he cared very much for his sister, and Killian could see it in the way his eyes softened when he saw her. "She likes you, you know?" David said, turning his eyes back to the road.

"Ohhh no she doesn't," Killian laughed back at him. She had all but pushed him away from her at the fire, making it clear that she wasn't interested. He wondered if she was even meaning to torture him or if it was just his own mind playing tricks on him. Either way, she had made one thing clear: She did NOT care.

"Trust me. If Emma didn't like you you'd know. I think that she's starting to see you as a second more-fun older brother," David laughed, looking proudly at Killian the way a dad looks at a son. The whole situation made Killian feel extremely uncomfortable. "Oh… great," Killian said sarcastically, focusing back on the road and hoping David was done talking about this. Fortunately, David was merging into traffic and was too preoccupied to truly reply to Killian's sarcastic responses. Besides, if David wanted to think about it that way then so be it.

"We're getting close," David mumbled, the lines on his forehead creasing in annoyance as they pulled into traffic leading into the city, "I hope you like aquariums because that's where we are heading first," He added, rolling his eyes at the array of tickets his mother had bought them, "And then apparently, dinner is paid for in gift cards, and my mother has written us a "love coupon" which includes a walk around Faneuil hall in the burning heat with a ton of strangers."

"That actually sounds lovely," Killian laughed, looking at the little cut out heart coupon his mother had made for them and the aquarium tickets behind it. He didn't want to admit it, but he was actually quite excited to see Boston and as they drove up near the TD Garden, Killian had to restrain himself from starting to take pictures.

"Have you ever been there?" Emma asked him, poking her head out from the backseat, making David and Killian jump. "When did you wake up?!" David yelled. Emma ignored him.

"Jeez Emma. You scared the living daylights out of me," Killian laughed, "No I've never been there."

"They have everything in there. Concerts, sports games, and the commuter rail is underneath it," Emma explained, pointing to some of the statues outside of the building.

"Wow," was all Killian could muster out of his mouth which made Emma laugh softly and then gasp, making both boys turn to her.

"What's wrong?!" David yelled.

"You should pull over! So we can get a picture! For memories!" Emma yelled, making David look at her in disbelief.

"You did not need to gasp like that to say that!" He argued.

"Oh come on David!" Emma whined at her brother who continued to groan at her but pulled over, mumbling about being quick. All three of them smiled though as they piled out of the car, Emma sliding between the two of them and taking a few selfies of them before asking someone to take their photo so that she could wrap her arms around her two guys and smile big in front of the Garden. Killian's arm felt so natural around Emma's shoulders and he smiled big at the camera, listening to Emma's contagious laugh beside him and David's grunts of disapproval from her other side. Her hands felt warm against his side and he felt himself smiling, really smiling as the flash went off.

"Alright! You've got your photo," David yelled, both to Killian and Emma, "Now come on children."

"Ohh poor Killian, you've been demoted to child just like me," Emma said to Killian, fake pouting towards him, her arm still around him

"Noo!" Killian fake screamed, raising his arms up dramatically and feeling Emma push him away from her, laughing.

"Oh shut it," She said, annoyed but that playful smile was back on her face and Killian felt himself giving the same face in return in what felt like a middle school crush sort of smile. David screamed at them again though, and they both hopped back into the car, letting David take control of the trip once again.

The ride to the aquarium was both stressful and boring. Emma could feel her legs falling asleep in the car from sitting for so long. Eventually though, David made it through the city traffic, making it to the aquarium by 1, which still left them most of the day to do as they pleased.

Emma's head felt groggy from napping in the car but she felt okay otherwise, her headache now just a dull throb at the back of her head that she was not going to focus on at the moment. She looked forward to spending the day with the two boys, especially if that meant penguins, turtles, and her favorite: sea lions. "No swans I'm afraid," Killian smirked looking at the directory as they walked from the parking lot to the front entrance. Emma didn't answer and he squeezed her shoulders from behind, letting her know who he was talking to. She gasped a little at his touch, quickly covering her mouth a little in embarrassment and trying to laugh it off. She had become so jumpy with him. "Well none of them could compare to me anyways so..," She smirked.

"Agreed," Killian said back, making her blush.

"I was just joking," Emma shook her head at him but he just shrugged at her. For the life of her, she could not understand him. He baffled her in ways no one else had and he was one of the only people that she had ever met who could keep up with her sarcasm. In fact, he was the only person she knew who could throw it right back at her and Emma had found that she just couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to keep talking, wanted to keep being playful and make stupid comments with him but she knew she should stop. He would think that she was too much after awhile, or he would have to leave, or something would happen to ruin the friendship that they were building. The banter wasn't worth the endless causes of disappointment so instead she stopped herself, hoping her face didn't give away her insecurities. "What's the matter, Swan? Missing your flock?" Killian laughed, raising his eyebrows at her but she just rolled her eyes back, walking ahead of him and standing with David as they walked in, leaving Killian to look confused behind them.

"Alright, exhibit 1, penguins!" David yelled excitedly, making all of them chuckle as they reached the first railing. The aquarium smelled absolutely horrible but the little black and white penguins in front of them made them easily forget the smell of dirty water and animal slime. Emma couldn't stop herself from cooing at the little guys, her mind in overdrive on cuteness. She half expected the two guys to laugh at her but they were also looking at the penguins with their mouths open and little "aw's" escaping their lips every time one of the penguins slipped into the water or flopped his way down the little ice slides.

Emma couldn't stop smiling and continually pulled out her phone to snap photos of them with the penguins, fish, turtles, and jellyfish in the background. Of course, the ugliest fish were named after each of them. David got to be the goliath grouper: a huge fish that all the little fish seemed to be annoyed with according to Emma, Killian was named after the dangling chin barbels, which was only fitting to Killian's unshaved stubble chin. And in return, David and Killian agreed that the sea lions shouting as a whole embodied Emma's personality, which gained them each a punch in the arm.

The day was relaxing and fun and Emma could tell Killian was enjoying himself, watching the big sea turtles swim by and the penguins but even she was surprised at how excited he was when the sea lions came out. Her cheeks filled with laughter at the sight of him squealing over how cute they were. "Aw! I'm so glad to have a buddy who loves them like I do!" Emma squealed in return, getting a laugh out of him.

"Come on! Those creatures are magnificent!" Killian argued, waving to them as they jumped and flopped about in the pool. Emma smiled widely at him sitting next to him on the benches and facing the sea lions but her eyes didn't leave his face, watching him react to the show.

"What is it?" Killian asked, his eyebrows crinkled in concern.

"Nothing. You're just funny," Emma admitted, shrugging her shoulders and seeing him relax a little.

"I agree!" David spoke loudly, pushing his way into the conversation by forcing himself into sitting between Emma and Killian, smiling widely at the two of them.

"Yay friendshippp," David cheered, laughing as Emma groaned and putting his arms around both of them to pull them tightly into his armpits in a way to annoy the both of them.

"Yeah yeah," Emma said, her mind already wandering away from Killian's adorable facial expressions and back to reality, "thanks dad."

The rest of the day seemed to go smoothly and Killian was grateful to be spending it with Emma and David. By 5 though, they were all exhausted and ready to move on from their day excursion. Collectively, they checked what was left of their mother's gift and found that she had gotten them gift cards to the Hard Rock Café, which they were all thankful for by the time they had left the aquarium.

Emma's stomach in particular sounded like something was dying and David made it a point to remind her that she should have eaten more then a granola bar while Emma reminded him of the bag of snacks that was in the car that no one had bothered to get. In the end, they just decided to go straight to dinner, which caused another debate about whether to take the T below Boston or walk there. Fortunately, David lost that fight right away because the T cost money and the sunset was too gorgeous to pass up at this hour, giving Emma the satisfaction of winning, leading the group down to the restaurant.

The three walked in silence since Emma and David were tired from fighting. Next to them though, Killian seemed more awake the ever. The sunset was beautiful over the water and with Emma so close to him, he couldn't stop his emotions from slipping through his mind and wandering into his imagination. He silently cursed how perfectly the sun hit her. Each ray of light seemed to only accentuate Emma's beauty and it made Killian's stomach twist in a need he hadn't felt in years. He wanted to hold her and slip his hand around her shoulders. He wanted to pull her tight to him and never let her go but he stopped himself. He always stopped himself because he knew that she wouldn't want him to. Instead he put his hands in his pockets and kept his head down, trying to look at anything but the girl at his side.

Unfortunately, he could still smell her shampoo in his nostrils and remember the way her body felt against his. He tried to shake off the thoughts but he couldn't stop hearing the way she giggled at him when he teased her, right before she threw it right back at him in a way only Emma could. The images running through his head made him feel happier in a sense and he gave in to them, letting Emma fill his head.

"Why are you so happy?" David asked him, eyeing Killian with suspicion.

"What?" Killian asked, realizing a little too late that he had been smiling a large and teeth filled smile the whole time they were walking, "Oh… I don't know," He laughed, "I just kind of am… if that makes sense," Killian shrugged and David just seemed to nod, giving him a look of understanding.

"I think I understand," David replied, eyeing his phone with a smirk on his lips.

"Oh yeah?" Killian asked back, looking at him with confusion.

"Yeah…" David smiled and they both looked down at the buzzing phone in David's hand where Mary Margaret's name was popping up as a notification.

"Ahh, you've really hit it off with that girl, huh?" Killian chuckled.

"You have no idea," Emma piped in, listening quietly to their conversation.

"Ohh do tell," Killian asked excitedly, both of them ignoring David's cries of protest.

"Well David here had quite the crush on her in high school but she was dating this guy Victor, who was awful by the way but anyways. So she taught archery classes on the weekends and David used to sign up for them just so he could spend time with her and finally she broke up with Victor, FOR DAVID, and David here had already moved on to that girl Kathryn who he ended up breaking up with after like 2 month. Sad tale. Sad tale," Emma shook her head, remembering how annoying the whole situation had been. She had been rooting for them for so long.

"Then what happened?" Killian asked, looking at her intently but Emma just laughed.

"Nothing…that is until the bonfire…I guess fate has a way of bringing people back where they belong," Emma shrugged, smiling a little at Killian.

"That it does," Killian nodded back before turning to David and giving him a pat on the back, "Proud of you mate."

"Yeah yeah," David said, slightly annoyed at them but still smiling widely and looking at his phone ever couple seconds like a love struck puppy. Emma was watching him as they walked, her eyes sparkling with happiness for her brother.

"One can only wish for that I guess," Emma said simply, her eyes avoiding Killian's and just staring at the ground. The look of her made Killian's heart wrench. He wondered how she had been hurt but he knew she wouldn't tell him. Not now. "Oh here we are!" Emma yelled excitedly, pointing to the lit up Hard Rock Café sign and reminding them all just how hungry they were.

Big lit up guitars lined the entrance to the restaurant, which made Killian itch with excitement. If there was anything he missed it was playing guitar back home with some of his bandmates. David smiled at him, knowing he would enjoy the scenery. "You know me too well David," Killian smirked at him. Emma also gave him a warm smile, having heard of his love of guitars by now. Unfortunately, they were all too hungry to fully enjoy the décor and after a long wait, they were finally seated inside the restaurant, each of their stomachs growling loudly as they ordered burgers and fries. Killian swore they didn't speak for 20 minutes, the whole table scarfing down their food like animals. Emma's cheeks filled with ketchup and potatoes and Killian laughed, watching her stuff her cheeks.

"Would the table like any drinks tonight?" A waitress asked them, appearing at the table and smiling widely at Killian and David. Emma ignored her, seeming to be too invested in her meal, to which Killian laughed at.

"I'll take a pint," Killian replied, smiling at the waitress and watching her swoon a little at his accent, "And another for my friend here," Killian added, patting David on the back as he was getting up.

"Uh yes! But I'll be right back… Mary Margaret is calling," David said, blushing a little as he held up the phone, walking away from the table.

"And… you?" The waitress asked Emma, turning to face her with a little look of disgust across her face.

"Um no thank you," Emma said politely, letting her walk away before she continued to eat her meal, "you can't judge me when I'm hungry," Emma muttered, looking both to Killian and back at the waitress who was walking away from them in a huff.

"Not drinking tonight lass?" Killian asked her honestly. Emma just stopped, smirking a little at his lack of American knowledge.

"You're in America now, Kills. You have to be 21 to drink here," Emma giggled, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh…you're right… She didn't even card me," Killian admitted, looking around for the waitress but shrugging after a couple looks around the restaurant.

"That's because you're attractive and you have a hot Irish accent," Emma mumbled, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Is that so?" Killian started, his mouth falling open in utter shock at her blunt statement.

"Oh as if you didn't know. I doubt she would've carded any of us anyways… Maybe I just wasn't in the mood," Emma sneered at him but Killian saw right through her fake façade.

"Why? Afraid you'll find me even more irresistible after a few libations?" Killian asked her, letting his thick Irish accent lick at the words. Emma dropped her French fry back on her plate, coughing loudly. Her cheeks were turning pink quickly, embarrassment all over her face.

"You wish, Jones," Emma managed to get out, but her smile was already playing on her lips and she was still coughing up a fry, "Sorry," Emma blushed, covering her mouth, "Don't say things like that when I'm eating!" She finally yelled at him, making his lips just spread farther across his face.

"Hey guys, sorry about that," David said, quickly returning to the table, strumming his fingers on the edge.

"That's quite alrgiht mate, we were just…"

"Mhm," David cut Killian off quickly, turning back to the phone in his lap.

"Uh… Hi? What's up?" Emma asked him, watching him look at his phone as he continued to strum against the table.

"Oh nothing… We should probably just go soon, ya know? I'm just so exhausted," David said, avoiding Emma and Killian's gaze, his feeble attempt at an explanation covering nothing.

"Mary Margaret invited you over?"

"Uh… yes," David admitted, smiling a little at the table.

"Thatta boy," Killian smirked at him before turning back to his plate and finishing off whatever food was left there along with the two beers meant for him and David since David would be driving sooner then expected. Emma too, tried to eat even quicker, all laughing at their attempts to get David a date.

"We'll have to take you back here another day for your walk around Faneuil hall," Emma said to Killian as they hurried out of the restaurant.

"And my game at the Garden," Killian added, looking at her sternly.

"Yes and that too," Emma agreed, trying to keep up with David's pace, "David it is going to take us two hours to get back anyways! Calm down," She shook her head at him but he just glared at her and kept walking.

"He's a man on a mission," Killian added, running to keep up with them. The sun had long since gone down, and the streets were darker now, making all three of them want to walk as fast as possible to the car anyways.

As soon as they got closer to the parking garage, Emma started running for it, yelling shotgun before Killian even had a chance and he cursed as she slid into the passenger seat with a satisfied smirk. He didn't mind though, letting her make some childish comments about him as he moved into the backseat of the car, prepared to sleep for the whole ride back home.

"Sorry lass," Emma joked.

"Don't think I won't get you back for this," Killian muttered to her, his hand on her shoulder. She just wiggled a wicked grin at him though, turning back around to help David get out of the parking garage and back home.

By the time they arrived back in New Hampshire, it was getting late and Emma and Killian both found themselves lying across the couches watching David run around the house before throwing them a goodnight and heading out to Mary Margaret's.

They waved goodbye, each sitting in silence for a while. The TV was on in front of them but Killian had no idea what they were watching nor did he particularly care. He could feel himself falling asleep on the couch and decided to head to bed, looking over to see if Emma was even still awake. She was lying on the other couch, her legs curled up to her chest, her eyes barely open.

"Goodnight Emma," Killian whispered, accidentally startling her awake.

"Oh okay. Goodnight Killian," Emma said softly, her voice cracking in her sleepy state.

"Are you going to bed soon?" He asked quietly, putting the palm of his head absent-mindedly against the top of her head and stroking a little of her hair. He meant to pull away but she didn't stop him, just nuzzling into his warm hand and nodding to him before turning her eyes back to the TV. Killian thought about staying up with her but his body said otherwise and he reluctantly left her by the couch to head upstairs, sighing a little to himself.

The bed was comfy against his chest and his breathing was even and slow as Killian slept. The house was quiet, a very little amount of light coming through the window. Killian's eyes fluttered a little in his dream but he seemed to be fast asleep until:

Bang!

Killian sat up with a start. "What the…," His head felt fuzzy, his body still half asleep from his dream. He sat up a little, having no idea whether he had been asleep long but knowing that something must have woken him up. Rubbing his eyes with his palm, Killian tried to figure out where he was and what was happening around him. The clock on his bedside table read 1:15 am and he was almost positive he had gone to bed before 12. Shaking his head, Killian lay his head back down on the pillow, fully prepared to cozy back up into his blankets and fall asleep until he heard a little yelp from outside his door.

"Emma?" Killian mumbled, lifting his head again to get a good look at the doorway but he couldn't see anything in the dark. "Oh god," He mumbled, forcing himself out of the bed. Killian looked out into the hallway but no one was there either. The whole house seemed pitch black except for a dim light shining under Emma's door. He truly thought out his options but in the end Killian decided it was best to make sure she was okay and found himself walking down the hallway to knock softly on her door. Emma opened it quickly, trying to make out Killian's figure in the dark.

"Killian?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, sorry to bother you, I just wanted to see if you were okay I heard a bang," Killian whispered to her. Subconsciously, he felt himself looking across the hall to see if David's door was open but he was either still out, or was fast asleep since the door was shut tight.

"Oh I'm sorry! I couldn't sleep so I made some hot chocolate but I couldn't really see up here," Emma blushed, "I must have hit the wall harder then I thought."

"Oh?" Killian chuckled, "Well I'll be next door if you still can't sleep."

"Well I can't but you don't have to stay up with me," Emma replied quickly, giving him a little shrug and moving back from the door into her room. Did she want him to stay up with her?

"I don't mind staying up," Killian said, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

"Okay," Emma smiled at him. They both stood there rather awkwardly, neither knowing what to do until Emma stood back nodding for him to come inside.

Her room was just like Emma was, with pictures strung up on the walls, and a big bed covered in pillows and heavy blankets in the center of the room. She had dream catchers that lined her windowpane and little lights on around the room that reminded Killian of the way the sunset light had touched her skin.

He wasn't sure what he expected for Emma's room but he had hoped it would turn her off to him. It did not. He wanted to regret walking in here but absolutely no part of him felt anything but relaxed, even as she closed the door behind him, following him closely. Killian sat down on a plush little chair by her window, leaving Emma to sit on top of her bed to sip her hot chocolate and stare at him from her comforter.

They sat in silence for a couple minutes, the only noise being Emma as she sipped at her drink and Killian's little chuckles as he listened to her mouth sipping. She make a sound of disinterest and he turned to her, watching Emma's face display her grumpiness as she reached for the drawer next to her bed, pulling something out to put on the top of her drink.

"What is that?" Killian asked her, honestly curious.

"Cinnamon," Emma blushed.

"Cinnamon in hot cocoa AND you love onion rings? Oh no," Killian shook his head at her, giving her a face of full disappointment that she just couldn't resist laughing at, her laugh contagious to his smile, "I cannot sit here another moment," He said, trying not to laugh but failing miserably, falling victim to Emma's gaze.

"Everyone has a weakness!" Emma argued back, "What's yours?" She raised her eyebrows mischievously at him, waiting for a response.

"Apparently my bloke's blonde little sister," Killian laughed, raising an eyebrow back at her. She squinted at him in an attempt to see if he was joking or not but seemed to decide to take it as a compliment.

"You and your remarks," Emma noted, shaking her head at him.

"What about them?"

"You must use them on every girl you meet," Emma said back lightly, "I'm sure you are quite the ladies man back home."

"Not quite," Killian blushed, scratching absently at the back of his head. He didn't want to get into this but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to talk to her.

"What? No woman back home waiting for you?" Emma asked, genuine interest in her voice, although Killian wondered if she meant for it to come off that way.

"Not anymore, lass," He said bitterly, feeling his jaw clench a little at the thought of Milah.

"What happened?"

"She left me… for someone better then I was," Killian said, giving Emma a tight smile. It was the truth. Short, simple, but the truth after all.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Fate has a way of bringing people where they belong right?" Killian smiled sadly and Emma nodded in agreement, hearing her own words said back to her.

"I guess they do," Emma agreed, looking down at her phone with a wondering expression on her face. The look only lasted a second though and she turned her attention almost immediately back to Killian, smiling at him.

"But enough about me," Killian said, looking suspiciously at Emma, "Why are you up Emma?"

"No reason," Emma said quickly, "I just keep getting headaches and they sometimes keep me up at night. It's probably just a leftover hangover," Emma shrugged.

"How long have you had them for?"

"I'm not sure… I get them ever once in awhile. Mostly at school so it's weird that I'm getting them now."

"At school?" Killian asked, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.

"Yeah… Or if I read too long or have to drive or…," Emma's words were quickly cut off but bursts of laughter from Killian, who was staring at her in disbelief.

"Really, Swan? Really?"

"Yes… Why are you laughing?" Emma said defensively, crossing her arms in front of her. Killian shook his head at her, scanning the room until he saw what he was looking for. He got up quietly, still chuckling to himself.

"Do you have trouble reading? Seeing the TV?" Killian asked, picking up the pair of thick black-rimmed glasses that were sitting on Emma's bureau. She blushed when he turned to her, swaying the glasses around his finger, his tongue out of his mouth in a playful manner.

"Nooo no no no I haven't needed those in years! This is definitely different! I don't even know why those are out! This is different! Killian!" Emma shouted at him as he walked up to her. He seemed to ignore her argument. She tried to swat his hands away, yelling that he was wrong but she was no match for the strong teen who simply glided the glasses over her eyes, moving her hair away from her face so that the rims could fit behind her ears. She groaned in annoyance, finally giving in to him.

Killian backed up a few feet, admiring Emma with a huge smile on his face. "Whatt," Emma asked, looking defeated at him, her hands lying lazily on her bed her eyes staring at him through the thick glasses, "How bad do I look?"

"You're beautiful," Killian smiled at her, still standing. They looked at each other, smirking at the other. She gave him a small smile from her bed, patting next to her for him to sit down. He obliged, sitting closely but keeping his hands in his own lap while hers lay on the bed close to him. He eyed her palm, itching to reach for her and trying not to focus on the fact that even swiping her hair away from her face had made happiness spread through him like fire. He wanted more.

"Can you see now?" Killian whispered to her. She blushed a little at him, nodding her head.

"Don't make it a big deal," Emma whispered. Killian laughed loudly and Emma reached for him quickly, covering his mouth with her hand and sh-ing him, "Okay okay you were right! But you're going to wake the whole house up," She giggled. Killian apologized softly, lifting his hand to hers.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to grab you like that," Emma mumbled.

"It's quite alright," He said, his hand still holding onto hers. She moved away from him, pulling her hand back with little effort, Killian releasing his grasp. The movement felt like a spike to Killian's chest and he felt his smile fading. It was early and he was still sitting on Emma's bed when he should be in his own, "I hope you can sleep better now. Let me know if the glasses help you see," He tried to joke, smiling a little at her and seeing her smile back at him.

"Thank you," She whispered, continuing to stare at him until his eyes met hers. Killian wondered if she wanted him here with her, he could feel the way she looked at him, and confusion swirled through his mind. It was time to leave or it was time to make a move. Killian looked down at her, her eyes filled with want. Maybe she did want him to stay. Maybe she did want him to kiss her against her soft lips and push her gently back into her pillows until her back arched up to him, wanting more of him. No. She didn't want that. Her phone buzzed softly in her hand, the name Neal, emblazoned across the top. No. She did not want Killian.

"I'd better go," He said slowly, feeling his jaw tighten and without another glance, he stepped back out into the hallway and made a break to his own room, shutting the door behind him and taking a deep breath. He was falling fast for a girl who didn't want him.