Mr. Lehman knocked on the door of his daughter's bedroom. He opened it slightly and frowned at what he saw. He thought he had made it perfectly clear that they were to be in separate bedrooms and here they are asleep together in one bed, a twin bed at that. He cleared his throat loudly. When that didn't work he walked over to the bed and kicked the leg causing Matt to jump out of it as if there was a fire. Emily laughed at Matt's reaction, but he was not amused, and neither was her father.

"I thought I told you to sleep down the hall." Mr. Lehman bellowed.

"I, uh, I was just…" Matt stuttered as he looked to Emily for help.

"Dad he was holding me because I was upset and we fell asleep. We weren't doing anything. Maybe we should go to a hotel since obviously we aren't really welcome here." Emily stated as she grabbed their bag and headed towards the door.

"No, your mother wants you to stay here, and you will, in separate rooms. Is that understood?" He asked getting a nod from both Matt and Emily.

The silent couple followed Mr. Lehman out the door and down the stairs. As they walked, Matt whispered, "That was worse than being caught making out in the office by Cheryl. "

They both burst out laughing causing the man in front of them to look back with a stern glare.

Matt and Emily spent the remainder of the afternoon being the proper daughter and boyfriend. They kept their hands to themselves and even sat on opposite sides of the room. To anyone else it would have seemed as if it was normal, but the looks they stole and the longing in their eyes said otherwise.

It was a tired couple that climbed the stairs later that night. Matt gave Emily a chaste kiss before heading the rest of the way down the hall. He turned at the door to see her watching him. He smiled as she mouthed the words 'I love you!'

Midnight, the Lehman House

Creak. Click. Matt lay silently looking around the dark room. He heard the door open and then close. He was a little nervous that Emily's dad might be there to emphasize his point or to make sure they were in separate beds. He saw the figure coming closer. Matt sat up in the queen sized bed ready to defend himself. It was then that he smelled the familiar vanilla scent of her perfume. Emily.

Matt smiled to himself; she was sneaking into his room in her parents' house.

"Matt" She whispered, "Are you awake?"

"Yes, what are you doing?" He replied as she neared.

Emily removed her robe to reveal her naked form. Matt's eyes were adjusted to the light and he immediately lifted the covers and pulled her underneath with him.

"I'm thanking you for coming with me." She answered and then kissed him.

"What about your parents? They are in the room next door." Matt questioned unsure, but his hands still finding their way onto her bare skin.

"I made sure I locked the door, besides they sleep with a noise maker on. I can be quiet if you can." She challenged before removing his boxers and climbing on top of him.

"Sure you can." Matt replied before flipping them both and finding her favorite spots. The pair made love until the early morning when Emily slipped quietly back to her room.

Thanksgiving morning

Emily stretched as the sunlight beat down on her face. It was Thanksgiving Day. She got a quick shower and went downstairs hoping to beat Matt so that he didn't have to face her parents without her. What she found when she got to the kitchen was Matt and his mother having coffee and talking. Her dad was no where to be found, which was typical on holidays. They reminded him of how dysfunctional their family really was.

Emily walked across the room and froze when she saw what they were looking at. A small lavender colored box was on the table, the lid lying nearby and several pictures strewn across the table. They were pictures of her as a child. Mrs. Lehman was telling a story when Matt looked up and saw Emily standing in the middle of the kitchen.

"Good morning beautiful. Let me get you some coffee." He said smiling.

"Good morning. What are you doing?" She asked, biting her lower lip.

"We're looking at pictures dear. And stop biting your lip; it's such a bad habit." Her mother chastised.

Matt placed a steaming cup of coffee in her hand and guided her to the table. She plopped down in the chair and grimaced at the photos closest to where Matt had been sitting. She had stringy red hair, glasses and braces. Not the most attractive 7th grader, but she was smart. Then she saw another one. This one was when she was three and in the bathtub, another one had her in a dance outfit at five and another, her high school yearbook photo. Emily was glad she didn't eat breakfast because she immediately felt nauseas.

Matt reached under the table and rubbed her knee knowing that she was not happy at the moment.

"Emily, you must eat something. Going without breakfast is not good for you." Her mother began.

"Emily normally doesn't eat breakfast right away Mrs. Lehman. She usually has to be up for a little while first." Matt explained.

Emily looked almost grateful. She couldn't wait for this day to end. In a few hours, Matt would want to be catching the first flight back to L.A.