Mary Margaret heard a knock on the door right as she sat down for breakfast. She smiled as she stood. Peter, she assumed was the one who was stopping by. But when she opened the door, it wasn't Peter standing in front of her.

"David, hi. What's up?" Mary Margaret asked. She was completely oblivious as to why he was standing in front of her in the door way of her home, this time of day.

"Mary Margaret, I need to talk to you about something important. Is Emma here right now?" he looked behind Mary Margaret and around the small building, Emma was nowhere in sight; he was even more relieved when Mary Margaret told him that Emma had left a little while ago for work and would be gone for most of the day.

"Can I come in?" he asked. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Mary Margaret shook her head in protest.

"About coming inside or talking?" he asked quickly.

"Both" Mary Margaret put a hand on her hip and scowled.

"Please…we really need to talk." He said again, as if it would make a difference asking again.

"About what?" Her patience wearing thin.

"Us." he answered.

" There is no us, David." Mary Margaret said sternly.

"If we could just talk for a few minutes…." he pleaded.

Mary Margaret was already shaking her head before he finished the sentence. "I'm sorry we can't. I have to get ready to go to work."

"I know. I tried to leave sooner. It's just…. I couldn't and so I thought I would at least try."

"Now's not a good time, David" her voice was impatient.

"Later then." David looked at her with hope.

"I'm sorry, what I should have said is 'there is no good time'" her frown deepened.

"Please, hear me out. I just want to talk …. as friends" David threw in as his last option.

Mary Margaret's face softened, her eyes narrowed. "Friends?"

"Yes. Just friends" David gave her a smile of relief. Mary Margaret thought for a second.

"Alright, fine. What time?" she crossed her arms. David was almost sure that she would start tapping her foot.

"5:00 at granny's?"

"It's a little too obvious but hey I'm not adult and this is just a quick talk. 4:30 though, I have plans at 5'o clock."

"Alright, sounds good." David smiled.

"I really don't think this is a good idea, but I'll go with it. I swear, David, whatever it is that you need to talk to me about, it not cannot have anything to do with any form of an us."

" I understand." David clasped his hands together.

"I really hope you do" Mary Margaret said firmly.

"I'll see you at 4:30 at Granny then"

"Mhmm" Mary Margaret said and closed the door after a quick goodbye.

-4:30 at Grannys-

David smiled when he saw Mary Margaret enter the diner at 4:30 exactly.

"You came" he greeted her.

"You sound sur-"Mary Margaret stopped. She had said these lines before. " I told you I would be."

"Here sit" he gestured to the chair in front of him. Mary Margaret sat in front of him and gave him a small smile.

"Do you want anything to drink?" David asked.

"No thank you, I'm alright." Mary Margaret said and placed her hands on the table. "So…"

"I miss you" he blurted. Mary Margaret's eyes shot to his, for the longest second he thought she would yell at him and then leave but it didn't look like she was going to do so, so he continued. " I miss what we had before everything. Like when I was at the hospital, we had a lot of fun. We were good friends."

Mary Margaret remained silent; her face was blank which made David even more nervous because he had no idea what she was thinking.

"And then….we became more than friends and it went uphill…then downhill." He looked away. "We can be friends, can't we?" he looked back at her.

Mary Margaret looked down, unable to meet his gaze. She kept her eyes on her hands, looking at them as if they were the most interesting thing in the world but she listened to every word that David was saying.

"Say something." David pleaded. It was worse when she didn't say anything at all and just looked at him, with those big green eyes.

"I miss us being friends too. We had a lot of fun." Mary Margaret played with the ring on her finger. "I want us to be friends."

"We ca-

Mary Margaret held up a hand to silence him. She looked back up at him.

"But it's not going to happen like magic," she continued. "You lost my trust and my faith. You're going to have to earn it back."

"And I will." David leaned forward.

"Will you?"

"Yes. I will" he promised.

"I would rather us be friends than behave like strangers….Just give me a chance. I hate it when we bump into each other and we act awkward and uncomfortable."

"I do too" Mary Margaret agreed. "It wasn't always like this."

"I know and it's my fault"

"Not completely, I should have never have started anything. It took two people for it to happen." Mary Margaret said. "It's going to take work for us to be friends and I know how lame it is to say that because were just talking about being friends but it's you and ...I loved you, I'll admit it now…. And then it ended. I was hurt and I was very angry at you. I'm over it though, I have to be."

"I'm really sorry about that night, I truly deeply am. I know no matter how many times I say it though, saying sorry isn't enough, but it's all I can do."

"I'm sorry, too. I may have lost you, but you also lost me." Mary Margaret replied. "David, if were going to be friends, you need to have it in your head that it's not going to be anything else. Do you hear me?" Mary Margaret looked him dead in the eye.

"It won't be." Peter said sincerely.

"Good because I'm really happy now. I've moved on and I'm with someone. Someone who wants what I want and you can't come between that, not that I would let you of course. I just…. Before we leave on good terms, are you sure you're going to be able to be just friends? Because that's only what this is going to be." Mary Margaret spoke in subtle tone.

"I know that and I'm sure. Like I said, I would rather have you as a friend then no one at all. I really am glad you're happy. You deserve it."

"Alright then" she smiled truly and happily at him for the first time in a long time. "What is Kathryn going to say?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm adult and I can have friends. What's Peter going to say?"

"He's not going to like it, but he'll get over it." Mary Margaret shrugged and smiled.

"Ok then" David grinned and chuckled.

Mary Margaret looked at her watch.

"Going somewhere?" David asked and then remembered when she had told him that she had plans at 5.

"Yea."

"Got a date with Peter?" Peter dared to ask.

"Yea" Mary Margaret repeated again.

"Cool"

"But I have time for a beer though." Mary Margaret sat up and grinned.

"Beer?" David laughed.

"Yep. I just don't drink it often, but once in a while." Her voice filled with witty humor.

"So how's life?" Mary Margaret asked David.

"Good. It's kinda boring sometimes though."

"Welcome to Storybrooke" Mary Margaret laughed. "I shouldn't say that though, there are a lot of things to do in this town."

"Oh yea? Like what?"

"Go to the movies; get a job, the library, the beach, bowling…" Mary Margaret said and took a sip of beer. David looked at her and laughed.

"What?" Mary Margaret asked.

"You have a beer stache" he said, comically.

Mary Margaret took her phone out and looked at her reflection. She laughed at herself and wiped her upper lip with a napkin.

"No, wait I was going to take a picture" David's voice filled with humor.

"Heck no, who knows where that picture would have ended up" Mary Margaret said. "So you have got to tell me, what's it like having Regina as you wife's best friend? It has to be torture really."

"I really don't know, I don't pay attention to them when their together. Regina talks some but…she's not a happy person. I wonder what caused her to be such a person….you know?"

"I have a couple of theories." Mary Margaret sneered.

"She's a…scary woman," Peter admitted. "I have no idea how Kathryn can be friends with her."

"Well I guess opposites attract" Mary Margaret said and thought of her and Peter. Opposites definitely did attract, they were a perfect example.

"You ok?" David asked.

"Huh?" Mary Margaret broke away from her thoughts.

"You looked like you were thinking pretty hard there." Peter observed.

"Oh sorry" she apologized. "I was thinking of something. What were you saying?"

"What's Emma up to tonight?"

"She's at home; she has the place to herself tonight so she probably has the music turned all the way up and she's most likely doing laundry and stuff." Mary Margaret said and then it hit her that she just practically told David that she was spending the night with Peter. David didn't miss it but he didn't show it.

"How does she like her job?" David asked.

"She likes it; she's good at it that's for sure. She's good at being able to tell when people are lying, she tells me. It's a good talent to have in that field." Mary Margaret took a light sip of beer. "I think there's something going on between her and Graham though…"

"Oh?" He said quizzically, all ears for what Mary Margaret was going to say.

"She denies it, but there's totally something going on. The way they look at each other and talk….there's a connection. Emma is Emma so of course she's going to not act on those feeling and she sure as hell won't admit it to herself or anyone else for the matter."

"I wouldn't be able to agree, I haven't seen them together. I see her more than I see Graham, though."

Mary Margaret's phone went off, she took her phone out.

"Excuse me for a moment." She told David and answered.

"Hey Peter." she said and stood up. Her voice was sweet. "Hold on for a second, honey."

"I'll be right back." Mary Margaret mouthed to David.

David watched her go outside. He watched her smile, a smile he never got to see anymore, and then she laughed; she shook her head and closed her eyes listening to whatever Peter was saying on the other line. The conversation went on for a good 5 minutes before Mary Margaret laughed again once more and ended the conversation. She hurried back inside.

"It is cold out there." Mary Margaret shivered a little and sighed as the warmth inside the diner blanketed her.

"Everything alright?" David asked.

"Yea, Peter just got off work, he's just going to pick up something at the store real quick and then meeting me in 10 minutes, so I should probably get going." Mary Margaret said, her tone was splashed with a touch of disappointment. "But it's been fun."

"Yea" David smiled. "It was good seeing you."

"Yea, you too" Mary Margaret smiled. It was the same smile she had on her face when she was talking to Peter, and that made David's hope ignite anew.

"Listen," David began. "Do you want to hang out sometime this weekend, maybe?"

"Sure, that could work. I'll text you though." Mary Margaret gave him another smile and grabbed her bag. "See you then, I guess."

"Yea" David said and relaxed when she had left. Things would get better; he had Mary Margaret back in his life so how could it not be getting better. He had something to look forward to. David felt happier than he had in weeks. But then he thought about how she was spending the night with Peter and it killed his spirits.