Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.

I'm gonna love you more than anyone,

I'm gonna hold you closer than before,

and when I kiss your soul, your body will be free.

-Gavin DeGraw, More Than Anyone

The time had come for the party and the backyard of the Simpson-Nelson household was filled with family and friends of the new graduates. After they had greeted everyone, Emma and Peter went and sat in empty lawn chairs underneath a tree and ate some lunch.

"I'm glad to see you eating again." Peter told Emma, solemnly and sincerely. Emma smiled shyly and looked back down at her food, which she had barely touched. Peter noticed this and immediately regretted what he said.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's alright, it's not that. I'm just worried, I guess." She replied at long last, finally realizing that Peter should know what had been on her mind all day.

"What about?" he asked, fearing the worst.

"My mom invited Sean to the party, that's all. She saw Tracker in the store and invited them, but I don't want to see him. I know he still loves me, but I don't feel the same way about him that I used to, and I don't want to give him false hope that something could happen again."

"I'm here, Em, I'm not going to lose you, I promise."

"It's not him I'm worried about, it's me. I'm afraid that if I see him, I'll think of last year, and last year was just horrible for me for the most part."

As those words left her mouth, she spotted a familiar skull cap in a crowd, walking closer to Emma and Peter until he was about three feet away.

"Hey Emma, Congratulations!" Sean said, happy to finally see her again.

"Hi, Sean." Emma said bluntly, as she got up to give him an awkward hug, and then hurriedly sat down and grabbed Peter's hand to hold for support.

"Sean, this is my boyfriend, Peter." Emma finally said, gazing at Peter lovingly while she did so. Peter quickly released Emma's hand to shake Sean's, and returned his hand to Emma's.

"I'm sorry for saying this Emma, but, you look really thin. Is there something wrong?" Sean asked Emma with concern in his voice.

"Well, if you were around for the past year, you would know I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa, but you weren't. Peter was. And I love him, not you. Peter, let's go, I'm not in the mood to sit outside anymore." Emma announced, with anger and hurt in her voice, fighting the urge to cry. She got up with Peter and walked toward the house, hand in hand. After they had gotten inside the kitchen, Emma turned to Peter and began to release the tears she had been holding back.

"He's so ignorant! I can't stand it!"

"Maybe he didn't mean it that way, Em." Peter said, trying to sooth his sobbing girlfriend.

"Peter, yes he did. He's like every other guy in the world. They act worried about me but all they want is for me to sleep with them. Ever since the ravine, it's been like that. I hate feeling like every guy is using me!" Emma sobbed.

"I don't think like that, Emma, you know that. I love you for who you are. I love you for being this strong, supportive, amazing, beautiful, and creative girl, I'm not every other guy, I promise." he said, soothing her and holding her in a strong embrace and allowing her to cry on his shoulder as he stroked her long, soft, blonde hair.

"I know, and that's why I love you so much, and that's why I never want to lose you." she told him, and her tears began to subside. Looking up into his brilliant blue eyes, she kissed him with every ounce of passion, energy, and love she possessed.

"Will anyone miss us if we're not at the party for a few hours?" She asked slyly, with a secret smile spreading across her face. Emma didn't need a verbal answer from Peter, she saw everything she needed to in his eyes, and, with that, she took his hand in hers and led him down the stairs leading to her bedroom, locking the door behind them.