A/N: Wow! I'm sorry everyone! I completely forgot about this story, but here it is, the long overdue fifth chapter of Here We Stand!
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.
Hands, like secrets, are the hardest things to keep from you.
Dismantle. Repair. By Anberlin
It had been a long week, but Friday had finally come, and Emma rushed from the halls of Degrassi to her car. Today was the day that Peter was finally getting out of the hospital, and she was beyond anxious to see him outside of that—place. Yes, place was the only way she could describe the hospital. She hated it with every fiber of her being and it scared her to be there—even if being in the presence of Peter calmed her nerves slightly. She arrived at his house to see no one home yet. 'Perfect,' she though, 'now I can decorate a little.'
Two hours, a bag of balloons, two rolls of streamers, and a large, homemade, sign later, Emma heard a car pull to the front of the house and a door close. She turned off the lights in the house and waited for Peter to enter. Anxious, she watched as the lock moved, the door creak open, and the light switch flicker on.
"Surprise!" she yelled to a startled Peter and Mrs. Hatzilakos.
Peter ran over to his girlfriend and hugged her lightly and kissed her on her nose.
"Thank you. It means a lot." He smiled, looking into her blue eyes.
"Well, now that that's over, you need your rest, mister. Go lay on the couch, we're going to watch some movies! I'm going to get some popcorn and sodas."
Peter groaned, knowing what movies were in store, but smiled a little, knowing that he would finally have quality time with Emma away from the fluorescent lights and the uncomfortable hospital beds. Emma returned shortly after and put her favorite DVD into the DVD player and The Notebook began to play, its soft music, relaxing music the only sounds heard.
An hour and a half later, the credits were rolling, and Emma was sleeping soundly with her head on Peter's chest and her fingers laced in his. Not wanting to wake her, he placed a soft, sweet kiss on her temple and began to stroke her hair. Shortly after, she began to stir.
"Nice of you to wake up again, sleepy head." Peter said, and Emma smiled lightly.
"I was tired from all the decorating. And I missed the feeling of sleeping next to you." Peter smiled and kissed Emma lovingly.
"Not to ruin the moment or anything, baby, but when is your next therapy session? I didn't forget."
"I didn't think you would. And tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. But you need to promise me that you won't get mad or judge me differently when you find everything out."
"You didn't judge me differently, even after the Manny thing. I promise I won't, and if I do, remind me of that. I don't want us to get into a dumb fight and break up over a few secrets."
"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 2:30 then. I'm going to go home now and go to bed, though. It's getting late."
"Alright, goodnight, sweetheart. I love you."
"Love you, too."
And with that, Emma left, with a goofy smile on her face that only Peter had the power to give her. She loved him, and hoped that no matter what happened, they would be together forever.