"Well I think I'm set up here Swan," Killian sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. Emma looked around his dorm room, trying to find anything that would delay her leaving for just a bit longer. But his bags were unpacked, his bed made up, they had even hung up a few posters on his side of the room.
"I guess so, August seems cool," Emma said, obviously stalling.
"Yeah I think we'll get along plus he did say he'd give me a lift up to Berkeley to see you if he goes home for a weekend," Killian put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up until her green eyes met his blue ones, "It'll be all right Emma."
"I know," Emma groaned, "I'll just miss you."
"I'll miss you too love," he gave her a small peck on her lips, "But if we stick with the schedule we agreed on whole we drove from the Grand Canyon to here I'll be coming up for sure Labor Day weekend."
"And then I'll drive down for Halloween, I know I'm just going to have to get used to not sleeping next to you and to not having you as my copilot on the last leg of the trip. No one can air guitar that riff from 'Don't Fear the Reaper' quite like you," Emma smirked.
"You'll just have to be content with your brilliant steering wheel drumming," Killian chuckled, before drawing her in for a hug. Emma rested her head in the space where his neck met his shoulder, it had become one of her favorite places to rest her head, and gripped on to his t shirt anchoring herself to his side. They stood like that for a few moments, letting all of their feelings and emotions churn and spin around them for the last few moments.
Emma loosened her grip on his shirt and sniffled. "Leaving isn't going to get any easier if I stay here much longer," she shrugged.
Killian nodded, his hand running down her arm and tangling her hand in his, "Aye, I suppose not. Text me as soon as you get into Berkeley?"
"Okay," Emma nodded, she stepped out of his embrace and turned towards the door and began to walk towards it when she felt Killian's hand on her elbow. She turned and he surprised her by tugging her back into his arms and kissing her. The kiss seemed to say everything that they couldn't put into words; how they didn't want to leave each other, how they also wanted to start their own adventures at their own schools, how they'll miss each other, how much they want the other to success, and how they loved and believed in each other. Everything was in that kiss and Emma felt every last thing as their lips parted.
"I couldn't let you go without one last kiss love," Killian smiled softly at her. Emma smiled up at him, confident that they would be able to make it work, and kissed him a final time before walking out to her car.
She made the final stretch of the trip up to Berkeley, just barely able to check in before the 6pm deadline. Emma lugged her suitcase and duffle bag up to her room, feeling slightly relieved when she saw her roommate wasn't there. She opened the box her parents had shipped containing her bedding to start making her bed, she smiled when she found her baby blanket lovingly folded in the box next to a few pictures of her parents and friends from high school. Emma reached for a picture of her, Killian, Ruby, and Victor and laughed and cringed slightly; it was a picture from their "emo" middle school phases: Emma and Ruby had streaks of bright red in their hair, Victor had bleached blonde hair, and the four of them had way too much black eyeliner smudged around their eyes. Once Emma came out of her trip down memory lane she flopped onto her freshly made bed and pulled out her phone.
Emma: Finally got to Berkeley and settled in a little bit!
Killian: Brilliant! I just got back from dinner, do you want to Skype by chance?
Emma: Sure, just let me set up my laptop really quick.
Emma dug her laptop out of her bag and connected to the building's wifi, hoping that the connection wouldn't suck as she opened up Skype. She clicked on Killian's icon and waited for him to pick up. She smiled when his face popped onto her screen.
"Long time no see love," he grinned at her.
"We survived the first six hours, I think we're doing pretty well. Oh you'll never guess what my mom packed in the package she sent me."
"What is it?"
"Evidence from our emo phase," Emma held up the photo for him to see, even in the shitty webcam lighting she could see him blush.
"I thought we had destroyed all evidence of that phase."
"Apparently not, though luckily I hid the Fall Out Boy poster I used to have tacked above my bed."
"Who can forget the Fall Out Boy poster with the very visible lipgloss marks on Pete Wentz's face?" Killian smirked.
"Don't act like you didn't have a massive crush on Hayley Williams," Emma crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Whatever you say Mrs. Emma Wentz," Killian laughed.
"We do not speak of that!"
"All right all right, let's get off of our more embarrassing pasts. How's your roommate?" Killian asked, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I haven't met her yet, she wasn't here when I got in. She did mention having an aunt who was helping her move in, maybe they went to dinner or something," she shrugged. "How's your roommate?"
"He's good! He's actually here with me," Killian leaned over and Emma could see August hanging down from his lofted bed waving at her. Emma smiled and waved back.
"Please disregard everything you heard about a possible obsession with emo bands," Emma chuckled.
"No worries, I think we all went through the embarrassing emo phase and got way too into MCR," August laughed before hoisting himself back into his bunk.
Emma heard a key unlocking the door to her room and turned to see a girl with white blonde hair and an older woman with a kind face coming into the room.
"You must be Emma!" the woman smiled warmly at her.
"Yeah that's me," Emma stood up to greet them, her hand outstretched for them to shake.
"I'm Ingrid and this is my niece Elsa," the woman said, shaking Emma's hand and gesturing to Elsa who smiled shyly at Emma.
"Nice to meet you," Elsa said a little nervously.
"Nice to meet you too," Emma smiled at her.
"Hi Elsa!" two voices could be heard coming from Emma's laptop.
"Sorry, I was talking to my boyfriend when you got here. I guess he and his roommate needed to join in the introductions," Emma blushed.
"No problem," Ingrid waved it off. She turned to say something to Elsa in Norwegian, Emma went back to her laptop.
"You called me your boyfriend," Killian observed.
"Well yeah, is that okay?" Emma asked, running a hand through her hair.
"I wouldn't have it any other way love," he said, "I'll let you get to know your roommate for a bit. Have a good night Swan!"
"Night," Emma waved before hanging up the call. She turned back and saw Elsa and Ingrid sitting on her bed, setting up some pictures on her wall.
"Well I think it's time for me to go back home, I want both of you to know you are welcome to come over anytime. I only live an hour away so do not hesitate to come over for a weekend," Ingrid said placing a hand on Elsa's shoulder.
"Bye Aunt Ingrid," Elsa hugged her aunt. Emma felt slightly awkward watching them say goodbye, she busied herself by hanging up more pictures on her wall and she waved goodbye when Ingrid closed the door behind her.
"You have a lot of pictures," Elsa observed as she came over to Emma's side of the room.
"My mom sent over a whole stack just in case I forgot what everyone looked like," Emma grinned at her.
"Are these your friends?" Elsa asked pointing to a picture of Emma, Killian, and Ruby at the last midnight premier of Harry Potter.
"Yeah, we've all known each other since first grade," Emma said, "Do you have any pictures of your friends?"
"I have a few of my sister," Elsa brightened up, she went over to her side and grabbed a few pictures of herself and a brown haired girl and a burly blond guy. "This is my little sister Anna and her boyfriend Kristoff," she pointed out, a hint of pride in her voice. Emma took one of the pictures, a selfie with both sisters smiling widely at the camera.
"Cute," she said handing the photo back, "You guys must be really close."
"She's my best friend," Elsa looked down at the photo with a warm smile, then looked up at Emma's photos "Which one is your boyfriend?"
"This is him," Emma said, handing Elsa a photo of Killian giving her a piggy back ride. Both of their smiles were wide and their eyes full of laughter.
"He's cute!" Elsa observed.
"Yeah, just don't let him know, his head's big enough as it is," Emma chuckled. Elsa smiled back and the two girls continued sharing photos of their loved ones and sharing stories well into the night. Once the conversation was punctuated with more yawns than words, both of them decided it was time for bed and Emma had a good feeling that she would soon have pictures of the two of them joining her wall.