Emma was trapped between 3 people and fixed her eyes on Jay. "What- what...," she croaked.
"You had a nasty fall, kid..."
Amy corrected him. "It was Spike. She did it to you kid..."
"Em, you can't live there anymore." Sean.
"What...," she whispered. "Happened...?"
"Spike. She hit you."
"And knocked you out."
Emma got up and laughed. "I guess I had it coming."
Amy: No hon, you didn't. 'Spike' had it coming.
"She's rash."
Jay: Girls, you are staying with me. And Sean.
Amy looked at the boys shocked.
"You'd really put up with two more people...?"
Sean: Hey, we take care of ours.
He got up to get dinner cooked.
Emma came behind him. "Didn't know you were a chef...?"
"A lot changed me. Tyler and his knock to the head first. And then, there's the parents. They stopped drinking and fighting. Even quit Tobacco."
"Wow Sean I'm impressed," she said happily.
He suddenly wanted to kiss her, looking at her lips.
"C- can I try something...?"
"Um, Sean, what are you looking at...?" She realized she had to stop whatever was coming, but he kissed her. Hard.
"Missed us," he whispered and pulled back, licking his lips.
"The Hell with this," Jay said fuming.
He ran out with a livid Amy going after him. "You brought him here, you dick weed!"
He rubbed his face tiredly.
"We're dancing around it. Us. We're dancing, but never getting there."
"Jay, don't mess out. She needs you the most."
"And I kind of want to get back together. With Sean..."
"Amy, this is great!"
Emma: Great, he's gone!
Sean tried to hug her. "Come on, you don't love Jay, Emma."
It was a rough hug. "Sean," she sighed.
He took his shot and kissed her again. This time, swelling her lips and tongue seeking entrance to unwilling lips.
She shoved him back.
"No."