A/N: Before we get into this installment of Soulmate Sessions, I simply must give a shoutout to one of my lovely reviewers, NotReallyAHipster. She left me a long review last chapter and as you may know long reviews make me happy. :) So thank you, girl! You're awesome!

Next: I wasn't sure about where to upload this. I considered uploading it as its own oneshot as it's a bit different than the others in this collection, but then I decided since this is Jemma, I'd include it here.

Warning: I intentionally wrote Daniel out of character in this oneshot for comedic purposes. If you like him and are easily offended, I recommend skipping this chapter.

Enjoy. x3

Summary

It's the summer before junior year and Emma and Jax are still broken up. However, we all know the soulmates can't resist each other, and this particular day over summer vacation is no exception.

Emma Alonso frowned as she scrolled through her Instagram feed. Ten minutes ago, her ex-boyfriend Jax Novoa had posted a shirtless selfie in what appeared to be some sort of gym—and it already had three-hundred likes! Not to mention sixty-three comments from girls in Miami and Sydney alike. Mostly they just left heart-eyes and fire emojis, but sometimes they'd give him a "tbh."

amberrossen33: Tbh I miss you so much! Sophomore year was NOT the same without the life of the party. You MUST visit home soon. Rate: 11 ;)

heatherb123: Tbh you're the only reason I didn't leave IHS for cyber last year. Can't wait for junior year with you!

missgenevievehart: Tbh Sydney is ass without you. When I'm sad, I close my eyes and go back to the night my parents were out of town and you convinced me to throw The Best Pool Party Ever. Damn, we made a lot of memories that night… You need to come home immediately. I miss you. x3 Rate: you already know.

druedasharks: Tbh you should be promoted to Sharks captain. The Dolphins would be so intimidated when they saw your abs. The abs make the man. And you are one good-looking man.

Emma's eyebrows crinkled with concern when she got to that last one. Maddie would definitely be having a "talk" with her boyfriend about his comment… Either way, it was a nice albeit strange distraction from the other comments, especially the one from Jax's pool party slu—er, pal—Genevieve Hart.

Though she really was the S-L word; Emma may or may not have creeped on her pictures and found she was half naked and/or partying in practically all of them. She also may or may not have creeped so far back she found a picture from the infamous pool party. Genevieve and Jax were both in their swim wear—she in a tiny neon pink bikini; he in a pair of black swim trunks. She was sitting on his lap, arms thrown around him as they made out. The skank hadn't even bothered to set her red Solo cup of bad decisions down somewhere beforehand; she was practically spilling it behind his back. And his hands were practically on her ass! Oh, how Emma wanted to jump into the picture, push them both into the pool, and—

Stop. She closed her eyes and exhaled, willing the fantasy away. This wasn't like her. She was just irrationally jealous right now because she was on her period.

One of the many joys of being a woman: crazy emotions every time that time of the month arrived. Emma knew herself well enough to know that was a bad time for her to check social media. She was usually pretty good about staying away from it, too. But when you've been waiting thirty minutes for your boyfriend to return from the store with a package of pads, your mind tends to find a way to make bad ideas sound like good ones.

Where was Daniel, anyway? Seriously, it wasn't that hard to find the feminine needs isle, but if he really couldn't find it, he always could have asked an employee to point him in the right direction. Emma sighed and pulled her blanket up higher. She was curled up on her living room couch in front of a rerun of America's Next Top Model, but it was nearly over now. Apparently she'd spent a longer time creeping on Ms. Slutty Australian than she'd realized.

For a split second, Emma considered forcing Daniel to take a selfie with her when he returned. She'd make sure they looked really cute and happy, she'd make the caption all romantic and nauseating… But she had to remind herself she'd already made too many bad decisions today: 1) Staring at Jax's rather arousing selfie for twenty seconds too long. 2) Stalking the comments. 3) Clicking on Genevieve's profile and intentionally looking for proof of this pool party. 4) Staring at Jax's selfie again. She didn't need to add "5) Posting a picture with Daniel to try and make Jax jealous." to that list.

Rational Emma would have reasoned that pool party had happened before Jax even met her. Rational Emma wouldn't have wanted to make her ex-boyfriend jealous. But Rational Emma had packed her bags and left two days ago and wouldn't be returning for another four.

At least Jax hadn't replied to Genevieve's comment. Then again, he hadn't replied to anyone on that picture.

Emma's heart started to thud in her chest that way it always did when she got an idea. She knew it was a bad one, but that irrational, hormonal part of her didn't even try to push the thought away.

You could leave a comment and see if he replies to you.

She swallowed hard and looked over her shoulder. The front door hadn't budged; Daniel still wasn't back yet…

Emma found Jax's picture once more and clicked on the "Comment" button. Her thumbs hovered over the on-screen keypad, the cursor blinking, waiting for her to figure out what to type. And then, all at once, she knew. The overwhelming urge to cry surged through her as she poured her heart out.

glitteryem16: Tbh… I know I haven't known you as long as your friends from Australia have, but I feel like I miss you just as much, if not more. It's been so weird not getting into trouble with you these past few weeks! I'm not sure where you are but I hope you'll be back in Miami soon. I wish I'd known you were going somewhere so I could have said goodbye… I guess I'll just have to throw you a welcome-back party to make up for it hehe. P.S. If you really want a workout, try scrapbooking. It takes a lot of upper body strength, you know. ;)

Tears trickled down her cheeks as she pressed "Send." She could tell herself that was her period talking all she liked; it wasn't going to make the all too real raw aching in her heart go away.

Suddenly the front door flew open with such force the doorknob made a dent in the wall. Daniel stomped in, hunched over and carrying a plastic bag. "Here," he grumbled, holding the bag over the couch and waiting impatiently for her to take it. "I got you your gross girl items."

Emma quickly wiped her tears away and grabbed the bag. "Thanks, Danny. And they're not gross; they're something I need for a natural pro—" Her face contorted when she saw what was inside the bag. "Uh, Danny?"

"What?!" he yelled, fiercely scratching the back of his knee.

"If this is your way of telling me you'd like to take our relationship to the next... past the next three levels, it's not a good one…"

"What are you trying to say?!"

Emma blinked with exasperation. She threw her blanket off, extracted the small box from the plastic bag, and got to her feet. "These are condoms!"

"Yah," Daniel said in a voice that oozed duh. "That's the same brand I get Melanie."

The Chosen One's jaw hit the floor. "She's ten!"

"Why are you telling me? I'm not the one who decides when girls start…" He made a face as though he'd just caught a whiff of Daniel. "Bleeding down there!"

His girlfriend could only stare, completely flabbergasted by whatever was happening.

The front door opened again. This time it was Daniel's mother Christine who entered.

"Hey, Daniel, I just wanted to ask if you could babysit to—" She froze when she laid eyes on the box in Emma's hands.

Emma desperately grasped for words, thanking God it wasn't her father she had to try to explain this to. "Mrs. Miller, I swear, this is not what it looks like—"

"Really?" the woman demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Because it looks like you wanted my son to do something inappropriate with you."

"No!" Emma exclaimed.

"Ew." Daniel scrunched up his nose. "I don't want to bleed down there, too."

"Daniel!" Emma snapped, face going beet red. "Mrs. Miller, there's been a huge misunderstanding. See, I asked Daniel to go to the store and buy me some pads, but—"

"Wait." Christine held up her hands, her face immediately changing from angry to fearful. "He bought those? For you?"

"Y-Yeah!" Emma stammered. "I'm not sure why, but—"

"Let me see that." The woman took the box out of the witch's hands. She examined it for only a quick moment before leaning her head back and groaning, "Danny, for the last time, Trojan is not a brand of pads!"

"They're the same thing!" he insisted, scratching the back of his knee even harder.

"No!" Christine told him. "They're not!"

"Well what's the difference?!"

"Pads are something girls wear in their underwear—"

"Ew," Daniel grunted again.

"—when they're menstruating. Condoms are something guys wear when…"

Her son blinked at her blankly, waiting for her to finish. "When they what, Mom?"

Christine shared a look with Emma. "You two haven't…"

"We've kissed twice," Emma said flatly.

"Right." Christine cleared her throat and turned back to her son. "Danny, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"The ointment isn't working," he said immediately, a flash of pain crossing his features. There was only so much scratching he could do before he broke skin.

"I'm talking about school. Is there a class you were supposed to be repeating this summer…?"

He slowly, defensively crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Danny…"

"I DON'T NEED TO TAKE HEALTH CLASS A FOURTH TIME!" he exploded.

"Yes you do," Emma groaned.

"Okay. You," she pointed to her son, "head on home. You," she pointed at Emma, "you and I are going to have a talk."

"Is Dad back from his two-year vacation yet?" Daniel asked, stoop-squatting toward the front door.

Christine closed her eyes and deeply inhaled. "No."

"I'm using his underwear to clot," he decided just as the door closed behind him.

Emma looked disgusted. "He's using his dad's underwear to—"

"Listen, Emma." Christine placed one hand on the girl's shoulder while handing her the box of condoms with the other. "I think you should hold onto these."

The witch's eyes grew wide. "What?! No way! If my dad saw—"

"I think he'd prefer you be safe than give birth to a binational baby at the age of sixteen."

Emma gulped. "B-Binational?" she squeaked.

The hint of a smirk appeared on Christine's lips. "I've seen the way you and that Australian boy look at each other. If you two get back together and decide to…" She raised her eyebrows pointedly. "Well, I'd just want you to be safe."

"Um." Emma's face was officially ten shades of red. "I-I think he'd... already have some..."

Christine's mouth twitched, a slight flash of desperation crossing her eyes. "Please," she begged, "please just take them. We already have three boxes at home from when Daniel made grocery runs for Melanie! If I bring home a fourth, Rick will never come back."

Taking pity on the woman, Emma agreed to hold onto the box. She could always make it invisible or throw it out later.

"Thank you." Christine headed for the door, but before she left, she added over her shoulder, "Oh, and Emma? I'm rooting for you and Jax."

And she was gone.

Before Emma even had time to process what had just happened, her phone went off with a new notification. She walked back over to the couch and peered at the device—only for her stomach to drop right out of her body.

Jax had replied to her comment.

Emma typed in her passcode faster than ever before, hands shaking as she waited for her Instagram app to load. After what seemed like forever, it finally did.

preparetobejaxd: glitteryem16 Em! It's great to hear from you. I miss you, too… so much. I should be back by the end of August. This party better have some cake for me to smash in your face. You can make a collage about it when you're working out. ;) See you soon. P.S. Your new profile pic is beautiful.

Emma's heart soared out of her chest. Her profile picture was a silly shot Andi had taken of her at the beach a few days ago. She had a drenched purple tank top and denim shorts on over top her bathing suit. Her hair was wet and stringy from the sea water and any trace of the makeup she'd put on that morning had been washed away hours ago. She was grinning and sticking her tongue out at the camera, eyes closed.

Jax found that beautiful. Jax had publicly told the world he found Emma's natural beauty beautiful.

Genevieve Hart would probably see that comment. And when she did, she would stop wondering why she hadn't received a reply herself. Maybe she'd even put on some clothes.

Emma hugged her phone to her chest, smiling with sincerity.

She couldn't wait until the end of August.