A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 2. Thanks for the reviews. They mean a lot. My wonderfull Beta didn't read this hapter so sorry for any mistakes. I want to surprise her with it cause she has a long day today. I don't think there is much else to say so on with ths story.

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Emmett followed Elle as they walked down the street. He wasn't sure where she was taking him but he didn't care. His head was still trying to wrap around the fact that Elle was still holding his hand. At first he thought it was just to get him to follow her but seeing as they were now blocks from his apartment she could drop his hand. As he thought about it more, it started to make sense. He was finally putting the pieces together. Why Elle was looking at him weird, what she meant in his apartment, why she was holding his hand. Once it all made sense Emmett needed to tell her he got it.

"Elle," Emmett began squeezing her hand. She stopped walking and faced him. "I…."

Before Emmett could finish his sentence he saw a flash of lights as a mass of people came towards them. He understood what Elle meant about the press stalking her. Elle's head snapped towards the paparazzi. She grabbed Emmett's hand and before he knew it he was sprinting with Elle. As they ran Emmett couldn't help but notice how fast she was, especially in her heals. As they ran Emmett came up with an idea. He quickly turned a corner, pulling Elle with him.

"Emmett! Where are we going?" Elle shrieked as she abruptly was turned.

"You trust me don't you?" He smirked as they continued to run.

"Of course!" Elle said with a hint of laughter.

"Then don't stop now." Emmett smiled back at her. Emmett could hear Elle laughing as they ran.

As they got closer to Emmett's destination he let out a sigh of relief. There was a good amount of space between them and the press and they were almost safe. He looked back and saw Elle was getting tired. She had had a long day and was now sprinting through Boston. They had a block left to run. Emmett slowed down so Elle could get ahead of him and swept his arm under her legs and picked her up bridal style. Elle shrieked at first and then started laughing.

They reached the campus and the night security guard let them in. Emmett slowed down and asked the guard to keep the paparazzi out. The guard nodded and Emmett with Elle in his arms was on his way.

"Emmett, why are we at Harvard?" She asked catching her breath.

"Well….The press….can't……get passed…..security." Emmett said out of breath.

"Your so smart!" Elle yelled and kissed his cheek, causing Emmett to blush.

"No….problem." Emmett was still trying to catch his breath.

"You know, you can put me down." Elle said with a smile.

"Not yet." He smiled down at her.

He carried her in a comfortable silence. Neither of them knew exactly what to say. Emmett though had a plan. As they went through the campus, he couldn't notice how perfect the night was. The stars were out, the night was quiet, the moon was full and bright. There was a slight breeze but Emmett enjoyed it because it cooled him off from the run. He was tired after the run but didn't want to put Elle down. At least not yet. He smiled when he saw what he was looking for. A bench. But not just any bench. Their bench. He could remember that night perfectly. If he was going to try to start a relationship with Elle, what better place then the spot where their friendship began. When they reached the bench he placed Elle back on her feet and smiled at her, waiting for where they were to click in her mind. Elle smiled at him and looked around. She looked at the bench, then at Emmett.

"Emmett, isn't this the bench where….." She trailed off.

"Yes it is." He smiled at her. "I thought it was…..appropriate."

"For what?" Elle asked as she sat on their bench.

He smiled down at her. "Well, I think I get what you were trying to tell me earlier."

"Really?" She smiled. "And what do you think I was trying to tell you?"

He sat next to her, his confidence beginning to fade. "Well, maybe that you were umm…." He swallowed hard. "A hint please?" He was afraid he was reading to deep into what she said to get to a conclusion he wanted.

"I think you do know." Elle smiled, sliding closer to him on the bench.

"Well, um I could of thought wrong." Emmet said suddenly nervous.

"I don't think you were. You're a smart guy. Why don't you take a wild guess?" Elle smiled at him and held his hand. She couldn't help thinking how cute he was when he was nervous.

Emmett looked down at their hands. "Well I thought that maybe, you maybe liked me. Like I like you." He said quietly.

Elle smiled more and squeezed his hand, "And how do you like me?"

He raised his head to meet her gaze. "Well I like you more than a friend." He smiled at her, knowing she felt the same.

"Well that is just how I like you, Mr. Forrest." She smiled and kissed his cheek.

Emmett smiled and was leaning into kiss Elle when they heard a loud crash from behind them. The both turned, startled and saw camera flashes. Emmett grabbed Elle's hand and pulled her up.

"Oh come on!" Elle screamed as she and Emmett started running again. "I thought the security guard took care of this."

"Probably just his gate. They are coming from another direction." Emmett laughed a little.

"Why are you laughing, mister?" Elle asked as they ran.

"It's kind of funny. They keep interrupting at the same moment." Elle laughed to. "Your dorm? It's close and we can lock the door."

"Lets go." Elle smiled. Just like that, Elle and Emmett were once again running from the paparazzi.

A/N: CHapter 3 is practically done so keep reviewing and it should be done soon. Thanks for reading.