Emma saw Norman walking with Cody and sighed sadly to herself.

Emma was hesitant with Gunner because she knew all he wanted was her body. She wanted to give her virginity to Norman because she trusted him not to leave her. Gunner was just another guy that would go through Hell and high water just to sleep with a virgin. It made her mad just thinking about it.

Her phone began vibrating with a call from Gunner. She turned it off and went back to work.

Gunner was at the beach selling weed to two teenage girls in bikinis.

"Thanks," one said after he gave them their bag. "So, are you from around here?"

"No, I just came here from California," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh…" the other girl put her hand on the side of his waist. "California boy, huh?"

"Do you maybe wanna smoke this with us at my house?" the blonde asked flirtatiously.

"Uh…" he looked at his phone and still saw that Emma hadn't called back yet. "Sure, I guess. I've got nothing else going on anyway."

"Great!" the dark girl took his hand and ran to their car with him.

Emma sat on the couch at her house flipping through the channels. Gunner hadn't come back yet but she assumed it was because a lot of people want what he called "sticky". Emma rolled her eyes at the thought.

The front door suddenly slammed open with Gunner being carried in by two girls in bikinis laughing hysterically. His hair was messier than it usually was and his eyes were so red you would mistake them for a white angora rabbits.

"Gunner," Emma walked to the three laughing idiots. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Is this your sister Gunner?" a dark skinned girl laughed.

"What…?" Gunner chuckled softly. He looked like he would pass out any minute.

The girls laughed, except Emma.

Gunner puked all over the floor and dropped. Emma backed away.

The girls laughed even more. What the hell was so funny?!

"Okay, you guys need to leave."

"No worries," the blonde giggled as she slurred her words. "We were just…just…" she turned to her friend. "What were we doing again…?"

More obnoxious laughter.

"Yeah…" Emma placed her hands on each of the girl's backs and led them out the door. "You guys figure that out and I'll take care of this one."

She slammed the door hoping to block out their stupidity. But, she still had to deal with Gunner. She took both of his hands in her and dragged him to the couch. She swung him left and right just to get his heavy body where it needed to go for her but he didn't seem to feel a thing. At least…not until morning.

Emma looked down at her guest and sighed, not knowing what she was going to do with him now.

Gunner awoke the next day with a searing headache. He felt like his skull was just one giant bruise.

He looked around and recognized the room to be Emma's living room. He groaned in pain and then sneered when he smelled the vomit still on his shirt from last night. The scent was so powerful he felt like he was going to throw up again. He ignored the pain and tried his absolute best to make it five feet to the kitchen sink.

He made it and threw up. He couldn't hold his body to stand any longer and dropped to the hard tile floor in exhaustion. He felt like he was a baby just learning to use its motor skills.

It didn't help when he heard the sound of bare feet clapping against it.

Emma looked down at him with disgust and sheer anger.

"Emma…?"

She huffed and stepped over him, letting her O2 tank wheel across his sore belly.

"Aaahhh….!" He whined loudly from the pain.

"I don't know what's worse," she turned with a glass of cold water. "The fact that you came back like this or the two bimbos that dragged you in?" she threw the water down on him.

"Stop!" he squeezed his eyes shut like the water was shampoo.

She turned and filled the cup again. "Why? Didn't look like you stopped last night."

Another splash of ice cold water in Gunner's face.

"Emma!"

More water.

"I just-"

Water.

"You're being-"

Water.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I'm really fucking sorry now just stop!" he boomed finding the energy to get up from the floor.

Water.

He snatched the cup from her hand and threw it at the wall. Emma gasped, watching the broken glass fall to the floor. She looked into his usual calm green eye and saw anger for the first time. He began walking closer and closer towards Emma until he had her backed up against the counter. She could feel his hot breath on her face. It smelled horrible but somehow…erotic.

They stared into each other's eyes until Gunner reached behind her head to open the cupboard. He took a bowl and a box of cereal out before reaching down and opening the drawer right at Emma's hip to get a spoon.

He turned around to the fridge to get milk. Emma watched him prepare his breakfast in complete shock. "Y-You better clean that-"

Gunner held up his hand while he ate his cereal at the table. "Shut up, please…" he politely commanded.

"You need to leave!" She ordered.

"Why didn't you answer any of my calls yesterday?" he glared.

"I don't have to-"

"Emma! Please! Just stop!"

"No! You owe me answers I don't owe you any!"

"And I would be more than happy to answer any questions you have if I could remember a damn thing."

Emma grunted in frustration. "You're such a jackass…"

"I know…" he sighed. "Just please tell me why you didn't answer my calls."

"I was working."

"There's never anything busy at that place. Try again."

"I don't have to explain myself to you in my own house! I'm going to work! You'd better be gone by the time I get back!"

When Gunner saw the girl charging toward the front door he immediately got up and rushed in front of her, blocking and locking the door behind him.

"Get out of the way!"

"Emma, please!" he begged. "I'm sorry, just don't leave mad."

"Stop buttering me up just because you don't want to be homeless."

"I'm not! Emma! If I thought you didn't want me here I'd be sleeping in my trunk right now."

She scoffed. "Yeah, more like face down in a gutter…"

"Exactly!"

"Listen," she put pointed at his chest. "You think you can just come in to my house drunk with two sluts, puke, and insult me all at once?!"

Gunner just blinked. "Your face is…really red right now."

Emma palmed her cheek and felt the heat. Emma turned around and took a few steps back into the living room until the heat went away. It wasn't.

Gunner sighed. "Please, Emma. I'm sorry. If you really wanted me to leave I'd be gone."

"Then leave!" she commanded with her back still to him.

"You don't want me to."

She scowled at the accusation and turned back to him. "What do you mean I don't want you to?!" she walked closer to him. "You don't know what I want!"

Gunner couldn't help the glowing smile that spread across his face. He was practically beaming which made Emma even more angry. He found this amusing?!

She raised her hand to smack the idiotic smile right off his dumb face until he grabbed her wrist and pulled her body to his. He relished her gasp.

She couldn't breathe when she looked into his eyes. It was completely hypnotic.

"Emma…" he pushed a strand of her perfectly natural auburn hair behind her adorably sexy ear. "Why can't you just admit you like me just as much as I like you…?"

She blinked herslf out of the trance and frowned. "I don't like-"

He put his callous finger to her lips and shushed her. "No more lies. We can't be together with lies."

Anger bubbled up like a thermometer in a hot tub. She pushed him off of her as hard as she could and moved passed him.

He caught her wrist. "Emma-"

"LET GO OF ME!"

Gunner had seen more than his fair share of angry drivers and he knew where the majority of them led. He got into his truck and started the engine.

He froze. Was he even sober enough to drive yet?

Shaking his head and deciding it didn't matter he pulled out of the driveway to chase after Emma.

Emma was okay. She was driving the speed limit, she only pulled out of the driveway like that to show how serious she was. She wiped the angry tears from her eyes and made her way safely to the motel.

She looked into her review mirror and saw Gunner's truck speeding after her. Her jaw dropped. Was he really that much of an idiot?!

In a rush of panic she swerved her tiny bug to the side of the road to get Gunner off her tail. He screeched to a stop before reversing his truck and parked in front of hers. Emma was furious as she got out of the bug and slammed the door shut. Gunner got out and charged to her.

"What the hell was that?!" she beat her palms to his chest. "Are you crazy?! You're not even sober-"

Gunner wrapped his arms around the struggling girl and panted with relief. "You're safe…"

Emma pushed him away again. "Of course I'm safe, you moron! I'm not the drunk driver here!"

"No! You're the moron! Who the fuck drives like that?!" he roared.

He had never yelled that loud at Emma before, but the tears in his eyes were what shocked her the most. She was speechless.

Gunner walked into a circle angrily and ran his fingers through his hair over and over again, trying to shake the anger off. He faced her again. "You. Are. So. Selfish." He pointed at her face.

"Me?" Emma let out a sarcastic gasp of laughter. "Me?!"

"It's not fucking funny, Emma!" he got in her face.

"It is to me!" she was so nervous now, she couldn't even work up a strong enough yell. "I can laugh all I want! Ha! Ha! Ha!" she teased. She wasn't really laughing of course, just bolding the momentum.

Gunner's frown deepened. "Stop…" he growled.

"Or what?!" Emma challenged him and her nerves. "Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm still laughing and there's nothing you can do about it! Ha! Ha-"

Gunner placed his hand on the back of her head and smashed their lips together. Emma screamed within their kiss and struggled against him. He didn't let her go. He held tight to the back of her head and wrapped his strong arm around her waist to still her. He traced her lips with his tongue more than a dozen times but she refused entrance. He could only taste the mint on her freshly brushed teeth. He moaned. He squeezed her waist to control himself. Emma gasped unknowingly giving him entrance. Gunner's tongue followed hers no matter how many times it darted away.

Emma dug her nails into his neck until she was sure she felt blood. He barely even flinched from the pain. She bite his tongue but he only bit back. Nothing was going to pull him away from her. The sky could be falling around them and he wouldn't notice or care. Emma's eyes tightened before finally giving up the fight. She didn't kiss him back. She just stood perfectly still and let him have his fun.

He calmed the kiss when she did and let his tongue sensually brush hers instead of attacking it. Something switched inside Emma when the kiss changed. Something she couldn't explain in words. Her tongue twitched as she tried to hold herself back from his devilish charm.

Gunner went softer and softer as he danced inside her lushes mouth. Emma succumbed to moaning in order to keep herself from…herself. It was useless her body betrayed her and gave into him. She stopped moaning and began sighing comfortably against him. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck to pull him even closer, if that were physically possible.

She danced with him for what seemed like an eternity. Two statues welded together to the naked eye and a beautiful sense of excitement and relief to just the two of them.

Emma whimpered when he pulled away. He rested his forehead upon her and panted before looking back into her glazy eyes.

"I…" Emma tried to speak. "I have to go to work…"

"No…" Gunner shook his head.

"Yes," she insisted.

"No," he held tighter.

"Yes! Yes!" she pushed him off her.

He felt like a huge part of his body just up and left.

Emma wiped the drool from under her lips with her thumb and frowned at him. Not in anger, but confusion. A distant staring match played between them as Emma began taking steps back to her bug.

Gunners eyes widened at the tears in her eyes. "Emma-" he took a step toward her.

She ran back into her bug slammed and door and drove to the motel as fast as she could.

Gunner didn't go after her this time. She didn't want him to. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Emma really did hate him. He felt like a complete…jackass.

Norman walked into the motel office to grab a key for a customer. He stopped when he saw Emma ruining the paper she was writing on with her tears. He had never seen her cry before.

"Emma…?"

"Go away, Norman…" she sniffed.

"No," he told her. "I'm not leaving you again. Not like this. I can't," he swallowed.

Emma looked up at him to read his honest face before wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. "Oh, Norman! I'm so stupid!"

"No, you're not," he assured.

"Yes, I am!" her words muffled into his shirt. "I don't know what to do!"

Norman pulled away but kept his hands on her shoulders. "When I don't know what to do… I go to mother."

Emma shook her head. "No, I…I can't face her right now."

Norman bit his lip. "Then I'll answer for her…"

Emma stared at him and waited for his advice.

"Do what's best for you."

Emma froze. What was best for her?! She didn't even know who she was anymore! How in the hell could she possibly do what's best for her?

Norman saw that she was in deep thought and gave her one last warm smile before leaving the office.

Cody was outside leaning on her car waiting for him. "Hey, what the hell took so long? Did you get the keys to the motel room?"

Norman looked back at Emma through the window. "No…sorry."

On the drive back to her house Emma thought deeply about what was best for her. She came to the conclusion that she was better off before Gunner. She may have been alone but at least loneliness can't cause as much pain.

She pulled up to her driveway but didn't see Gunner's truck. She frowned and got out of her car and went to the front door where a sticky note was stuck.

Sorry

She crumpled up the paper in her hands and went inside to push through the pain. She shut the door behind her and ran her back down the door until her bottom hit the tile. Emma cried into her knees for 3 hours. Gunner's note still crushed into her fist.

The next day, Emma went to the coffee shop. She saw Dylan walk in and come towards her. "Emma…?"

"Hey, Dylan," her monotone voice was back.

"Hey, have you seen Gunner?"

She looked up and frowned. "Why do you think I would know where he is?"

"He's staying with you, isn't he?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"Gunner?"

She scoffed and took a sip of her coffee. "Good riddance."

Dylan rolled his eyes and sat on the chair next to her. "Okay, what happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just don't like stoners."

"So you don't like me?"

She looked up with an expression that read 'are-you-king-me?' "Not really."

"Let me try to figure this out myself. You and Gunner had sex and he split."

Emma made a gagging sound. "No…! You idiot. He wasn't the one that split."

"Well whatever's going on with you two, fix it," Dylan stood and pulled some money from his wallet to put on the table.

"It's already fixed. I did what was best for me," she told him.

"And who the hell told you to do that?" he sneered.

"Norman."

He rolled his eyes. "Want some advice? Don't listen to Norman. Want some more? Do what feels best for you. It gets you a lot further."

"Oh, like to guarding pot fields?" she retorted.

"No, to not doing what me and Gunner do."

Emma tried to figure out what he meant.

"Just think about. Oh, and when you're done, find him and fix it." The café bell jingled as Dylan walked out the door.

Gunner sat in his truck parked in front of the beach smoking his fourth joint in a row. Nothing was going to make the pain go away but time. So he figured he'd waste it here.

Since the day they met Gunner had only ever wanted what Emma wanted, and for a short time, he thought that was him. He was stupid. A petty excuse to not let her go.

The passenger door opened and Emma came in to sit beside him.

He just stared at her. "Emma-"

She clamped her hand over his mouth. "Let me talk. You were right from the beginning. I was afraid. I didn't know I was but you did. And I felt stupid when I found out a complete stranger knew myself better than me."

He gently pulled her hand from his mouth. "Is this…a makeup?

Emma frowned. "Don't get cocky. This is an apology. And probably the only one I'll ever give."

A small smile crept upon Gunner's face.

Emma ignored it and buckled her seatbelt. "Let's just go back to my place and forget it ever happened."

Gunner started the car as his smile became bigger and bigger. "I can't really promise that, Emma…"

Emma opened the door to her house while Gunner followed behind her.

"You're sleeping on the couch from now on so-"

He caught her wrist. "Emma…"

She stared at him like it was the first time he'd stopped her.

"You never apologized."

"Yes I did!"

"That wasn't an apology. You didn't even say I'm sorry."

"Fine. I'm sorry." She tried to walk away and but Gunner kept her wrist.

"Sorry for…?" he teased with his devilish grin.

"Gunner, you're already on probation with me," she threatened.

He laughed. "I've been on probation with you since you saw me smoking a jay outside the motel. You don't scare me."

"Really?" she folded her arms. "I seemed to scare you yesterday when I sped off."

Gunner's smile vanished and was replaced with a look of sadness and frustration. He shook his head. "No, Emma. You don't scare me. Losing you does."

She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."

He smiled again. "Only for you."

"No, it's a majority fact that you are an idiot."

"I wasn't an idiot before you."

"That's debatable. Actually…" she tapped her chin. "I think you were even dumber than before you met me." She gave him a quick once-over. "I think I've done okay with you so far."

"Okay enough for you?" he asked slyly.

"Hell no. You've still got a hell of a long way to go before you'll ever be good enough for me."

"Well," he spread his arms out to present himself. "I'm all yours to teach," he leaned in closer. "All yours," wink.

Emma wasn't blushing this time. No, she was grinning. "Good for you," she was walking away until she turned around to make one last comment. "Oh, and by the way… Your face is really red right now," she laughed and walked out of the room.

Gunner's smile faded and held his palms up to feel the heat. He was blushing? Had he ever even blushed before?

The feeling was surprising but also…exciting. He held his palm to his face to feel the heat with a relishing smile.

Okay, so little more action in this chapter. I don't know...I thought it would all just be drabbles but the way it's going, I suppose it'll be plot(: