Emmie POV -

Jake was surprisingly easy to please. It hadn't been more than five minutes before we both agreed on a movie; one he'd never seen, and one of my favourites. Elizabethtown.

I popped in the DVD, and before long we were snuggled (offly close) on the couch, munching on popcorn. Every so often - okay, maybe more than that- I would quote the lines, and Jake would glare at me comically, which, ever time, would result in my uproar of laughter.

And then that part that always made me cry. I panicked when I felt the familiar prick of tears in my eyes, and as the scene went on, they were rolling down my cheeks, unchecked, in miniature streams. I tried to hide it from Jake, but with him being so perceptive to my thoughts, he was soon hugging me, whispering in my ear. I hardly heard anything he said, though; my heart was thumping so erratically in my chest, I'm surprised he didn't hear it.

My sniffling soon died down, and to my delight I found that Jake still had his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his chest. I drew a shuddering breath and relaxed, trying to pay attention to the movie rather than the small circles his thumb traced in back.

And as the credits began to roll down the screen, I wondered aloud what movie we would watch next. I looked at the clock: 8:05. We still had two hours, I figured. He voted on V for Vendetta, and I eagerly agreed. Who could honestly pass up the opportunity to quote V's "V Speech"? Not me!

It became instantly obvious that I was in one of those moods. You know, the cry-at-every-opportunity kind. Luckily, Jake didn't seem to mind, and simply pulled me closer to him, running his fingers through my hair in what I'm sure was meant to be a soothing endeavor. Unfortunately it just it just served as another distraction from the movie. Not that I minded.

When the movie ended, we simply sat together on the couch, not talking, but just enjoying the others' presence. I was the first to break the silence.

"It's so sad." I said, my mouth arranging itself into a frown.

"What is?" Jake looked down at me, his expression twisted to something that could've been caring or compassion, but just might have been the fact that he drank eight ice teas in four hours.

"That V died on the night of his revolution, the one thing he'd been living to see. And just when Evey, his only friend, began to fall for him…" I trailed off, staring at the corner of the ceiling.

Jake was quiet for a moment, thinking, most likely. He never stopped thinking. His face turned thoughtful, and then serious, and in less than a second, his lips were whispering into my ear:

"Would you say that we - you and I- are like V and Evey? Or Claire and Drew, possibly?" he murmured, his breathe tickling my cheek. I could hear the smile in his voice. My face was burning, I could feel it. I turned my head to hide my embarrassment, and suddenly, he was standing up, pulling me with him. His eyes flashed to the clock: 11:35.

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with so many emotions, but there was one I didn't understand; fear.

My eyebrows pushed together, worried for him. What was wrong?

"I'm an hour late." his voice wavered a bit.

"Oh, Jake, I'm sorry! You didn't have to stay this long, now you're going to get in trouble, won't you? Just tell them it's my fau-"

And suddenly, his lips were pressed against mine, and all my worry disappeared. My head spun, and I allowed my eyes to flutter shut. If it were at all possible to think through the haze that had set in my mind, I would've been confused, I would have wondered why his action had been so sudden, so urgent.

But of course, thought was highly impossible at the time, and all too soon, he pulled away, staring into my eyes. Through them, I should say.

"Emily," he said softly, "I've got to go. You have no idea how much my parents will kill me." He glanced out of the window at the pitch black street.

I nodded dumbly, unable to formulate a better response.

"I don't want you to forget how much I care about you." He said softly, his fingers tracing my cheekbone. I shivered. He seemed so urgent. Too urgent. It was scaring me.

What's wrong? My mind screamed.

His hand dropped from my cheek.

What's wrong?

And with one last look, deep into my soul - I could feel it - he dissolved into the night.

slight cliffhanger. hope you're not mad at me ;)

i want everyone to know that i'm writing this ENTIRE story off the top of my head. so chapters will become increasingly difficult for me to write, but i WILL write. i've got a basic shadow of an idea for this story to cover, but nothing is set in stone. so if there are any inconsistencies, mistakes or anything that just doesn't seem right or in place, please tell me and i'll fix it :)

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