"You need to stop staring at my girl," Jay whispered to Sean the next day before Media Immersion.

"I'm not staring at her," Sean replied. Of course it was a lie; he had been staring at her. But he was just trying to put the puzzle together in his head. He knew Emma could hear but she obviously had to have some hearing problems. He was just trying to figure out how bad the problem was.

"Do you have a thing for her?" Jay wasn't sure how he felt about this possibility. He and Sean had never liked the same type of girls. Although he supposed that Emma was more Sean's type. He'd always been into the blonds.

"She's not your girl," Sean reminded him. "You had one talk at a party and since then she's barely noticed your presence."

"And she's noticed yours?" Jay retorted. "You have Paige, let me have Emma."

"I don't have Paige anymore. I'm putting an end to our beneficial relationship."

"So you can go after Emma?"

"Jay, there are just some things that you don't understand. But yeah, I like Emma so if you want to go after her then you're going to have some competition."

"Gee, thanks."

"It might be different if you actually cared about her but I don't think you do. You're going to use her and then forget about her. She doesn't deserve to be put through that."

"And she's a big girl. Maybe you should give her some credit for being able to make her own decisions."

"And maybe you should just fu-."

Sean was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Simpson. "Good morning class. I hope you all finished your homework."

Sean spent the rest of the class alternating between glaring at Jay and stealing glances at Emma. There was something about her, other than her secret that made Sean interested. Sure, she was beautiful, but there was something else there, something that made him want to get to know Emma much more.

"Emma!" Sean called to her as she was putting her books in her locker after school.

Emma turned around to find Sean standing right behind her. "You scared me," she said, jumping when she realized how close he was standing.

"Sorry, I was calling to you but I guess you didn't hear me."

"Oh, no, I heard you but I was trying to shove all my books in my locker first. What's up?"

"I just want to apologize for yesterday. I was being a jerk and I was hoping that you'd let me make it up to you."

"How?"

"Like a date on Friday. I've heard that the ballet is excellent. Maybe we could see a show and then get dinner."

Emma regarded him quizzically. Should she give Sean the benefit of the doubt? She was attracted to him. But she also liked him as a person. If the date sucked then at least she could be over her minor crush. "Do you really want to go to the ballet?"

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

"No, I didn't say yes."

"But you didn't say no."

"No."

"I'm confused. Do you want to go out with me?"

"Yes, but not to the ballet, it really doesn't make a very fun first date."

"It doesn't," Sean agreed, a smile breaking out on his face. "Okay, I have a better idea but you're just going to have to wait until Friday. I'll pick you up at six."

"It's a date."

"So who gets custody of the pumpkin?" Emma asked as Sean was driving her home from their date.

"I told you we needed to have twins. Now our pumpkin is going to hate one of us," Sean said with a grin as he glanced over at Emma.

"You try carrying two pumpkins for nine months," Emma retorted.

"Okay, this conversation is getting a little weird."

"Yeah, let's not go there." Emma looked over at Sean and smiled. Actually, she'd barely been able to stop smiling since the beginning of the date. He'd taken her to a pumpkin patch and they'd gone on a hayride and picked out a pumpkin and carved it together. He'd then taken her to The Dot for dinner. Their conversation flowed easily the whole night and Emma decided she definitely liked Sean.

"So, here's your house," Sean said as he pulled up to the curb. "I'll walk you and the pumpkin to the door."

"Okay," Emma bit her lip nervously as she got out the car. Now was the time of night when the kiss would come if Sean had had a good time. If he didn't, well, she might get a hug if she was lucky. If she wasn't lucky the high five was still acceptable to some guys.

Sean set the pumpkin on the floor of the porch and then stood up and faced Emma. "I had a good time tonight, Emma so I'm hoping that you'll consider going out with me again."

"I'd like that." Emma said quietly. Inside her head she was squealing in excitement but her face only showed a sweet smile.

"Good." Sean leaned in and captured Emma's lips in a sweet kiss. "I'll call you tomorrow," he said when they broke the kiss. "Good night."

"Night," Emma replied. She stood on her porch and watched as Sean got into his car and drove away. A smile lit up her face. She liked living in Toronto more and more every day.