After having dinner and spending the night with Emma's uncle James and his wife Jacqueline's house in a town just outside of Chicago, Emma and Killian loaded themselves into the bug to get back on the road again.

"You two stay safe and Emma you tell David I'll call him this week," James said leaning down so he could see into the bug's window.

"I will don't worry, thanks again for letting us stay for the night," Emma said putting her keys in the ignition.

"Oh it's no trouble at all, now once you get into the city make sure you two try some real Chicago style dogs, try Superdawg just for the novelty of it. You definitely won't miss it," Jack smiled.

"That's the one with the giant hot dog people on the roof, right?" Killian asked her.

"That's the one," she grinned, "Now you two should get going before you get stuck in traffic."

"Thanks again, love you guys!" Emma said starting the car and putting it into gear. She backed out of their driveway and drove down the road. Killian leaned forward and turned on the radio.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked.

"Classic road trip rules Swan, navigator is also in charge of music," he grinned as he leaned back and into his seat.

"Who said you were the navigator?"

"You did when you shoved the map into my chest and said 'here you take this because we are doing this the old fashioned way and you're the best a reading maps'," he smirked.

Emma was silent for a second before reaching over and flicking him on the cheek, "Don't sass me."

"Did you just flick me? What the hell?" Killian laughed.

"You deserved it, now shush so we can actually listen to the driving music oh Great Navigator," Emma said.

"As you wish Captain Swan," he hit play and the sound of The Cure filled the car; the song faded out and familiar chords started to play.

"Look at the stars look how they shine for you/And everything you do," Chris Martin sang out and Emma felt her blood run cold.

"Killian change it," she said quickly.

"What?" he asked, his head still leaned against the window.

"Just change the song please," Emma asked again, feeling a lump form in her throat.

"Why?" he questioned, turning to her in confusion.

"Just do it!" Emma snapped and Killian quickly changed the station. The Proclaimers began loudly singing about walking 500 miles, thus ending Coldplay's grip on Emma's heart.

"Ok do you want to talk about it now? Or later?" Killian asked her, understanding that Emma sometimes needed time to cool down and open up.

"It's fine, it's just that that song was the one Neal chose to play the night we first, well you know," Emma said.

"Oh shit Swan I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said sheepishly.

"It's okay," Emma shrugged. "Anyway I'm totally over him, it's just sometimes those feelings just hit you you know?"

"Yeah I know," Killian said pensively, he looked out the window for a moment. "Your Song," he said after a few seconds of silence.

"Huh?"

"That was mine and Milah's song. That's the song that hits me in the gut whenever it plays," he explained.

"Well at least it's better than Coldplay," Emma said, a smiling softly at him. She hadn't known that about him, he had a strange love of 80s power ballads but the song had Emma look at him differently.

"True, but we are still very cliched," he grinned, "Though it is fitting that Neal liked Coldplay, what a bloody wanker."

"Yeah that probably should have been my first clue that he was a pretentious douche nozzle," Emma shrugged.

"Douche nozzle, that's a new one," Killian observed.

"Yeah I'm trying it out," Emma said sarcastically.

"Well it definitely has a nice ring to it, now take this next exit and we should be close to the place your aunt suggested," Killian said, pulling up the direction on his phone. Aunt Jack was right about how easy Superdawg was to find, it was kind of hard to miss the large hot dog people on top of the roof. Emma pulled into the parking lot and they got out of the car, Killian close behind her.

"You ready to see if these dogs are better than the ones we had in New York last spring?" she asked pulling open the door.

"I was born ready," Killian laughed. They each ordered a dog and sat down at the counter and opened their boxes to discover what made a superdawg super.

"Now that is a lot of toppings," Emma said.

"But it's so good," Killian replied, swallowing his huge bite of hot dog. Emma rolled her eyes at him and dug into her own Superdawg. They ate and people watched from their spot by the window, Emma stole more than her share of fries from Killian.

"You have your own, why do you feel the need to steal mine?" Killian asked, trying unsuccessfully to slap her hand away from his fries.

"But yours are better," she smirked as she bit into her newly acquired french fry, Killian sighed and accepted his defeat.

"So do you want to get back on the road right away or do you want to go check out that big bean thing?" Emma asked.

"It's still early in the day, let's check out the big bean thing and then head out," Killian said. They finished their food and went back out to the car before Emma pulled out her phone.

"Hold on I want to get a picture of us in front of the hot dog people," she said, waving him to come closer to her so she could take the selfie. Killian put his arm around her shoulders and gave a thumbs up to the camera, a wide and goofy grin on his face.

"Your mom's right you do really use the same face in every damn photo," Emma observed.

"If there is one thing I learned from watching numerous 'America's Next Top Model' marathons you made me sit through, it's that you must have a signature pose," Killian explained.

"And this is your signature pose?"

"Yep," Killian smiled, popping the 'p'.

Emma rolled her eyes at him, "Fine you rock your signature pose Mr. Model. Now just get in the car." They drove to Millennium Park to find the huge bean sculpture and rushed to look at it up close.

"I wonder why it's called Cloud Gate, it looked like a great mirrored bean," Killian said, looking at his reflection on the side of the sculpture.

"Who knows, but I kind of like it. We never got to see stuff like this in Storybrooke," Emma confessed.

"Very true," Killian nodded. "Want to make funny faces in the reflection?" he murmured in her ear. Emma felt a shiver run down her spine and tried to ignore it, she was aware that her best friend had grown to be very attractive as they grew up. She had wondered from time to time what it would be like to just grab him by the lapels of his favorite leather jacket and kiss the daylights out of him, what the feeling of his lips on hers would be. But she never wanted to risk their friendship and once she met Neal and he met Milah, Emma pressed those feelings deep down.

"I thought you'd never ask," she smiled and laughed as Killian pulled a funny face at his reflection. They stood together making silly faces at their reflections and each other and taking some pictures in front of The Bean to post on Instagram.

"Ok I think it's about time we hit the road again, we can probably cover some ground and maybe make it out of Illinois by tonight," Killian suggested.

Emma nodded and they both got back into the bug and got back onto the highway, Killian plugged in the AUX cord into the phone.

"I made a playlist for the trip when you went to the bathroom," he explained, "Don't worry there's absolutely no Coldplay to be found."

"Just your usual 80s power ballads?"

"But of course," he smirked as AC/DC threatened to blow out Emma's speakers. She laughed as Killian scrunched his face and began to air guitar in his seat. They drove on with the windows rolled down and the music blaring and Emma tried not to get distracted by the way Killian's hair blew in the wind.