Two updates within an a day. That is procrasination at its finest.

Here is the promised jealousy chapter. It is not my favorite I have written, but I to intend to work with jealousy again to get better with writing with it. Maybe something from the other perspective.

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Request by Audrey: Something about jealousy

Subject to Change

They weren't really dating. Everyone thought they were. All their friends wondered why they weren't. Sometimes she wondered that.

He didn't like her. That was why. Emma and Killian had been best friends since eleventh grade. The duo went to college in Boston together and both got jobs in the city. They remained close and still were inseparable.

But when you are inseparable at twenty-three, your friends start to think something.

"You sure there is nothing going on?" Mary-Margaret, her roommate, would ask her.

"Look at the lovebirds." David, Mary-Margaret's fiancee, would tease when the four went out.

Nothing ever happened though. They stayed just friends. There had been moments where Emma thought they had been progressing towards something more, but they had all been flukes.

Tonight, Emma, Killian, Mary-Margaret and David were supposed to go out to their favorite college hangout, Grannies. The local dinner had become a favorite place for them to study, or more often, try to escape the duties they needed to get done for the next day.

Emma was running late tonight. It had been a long day at work, her car was on the fritz, and it seemed like everything that could go wrong did. But thankfully it was Friday, and she was able to relax with her friends tonight.

Emma walked into Granny's to find their usual booth occupied by four people, three of them the people meeting. To Killian's right was a woman with long thick dark hair and light eyes. She had a beautiful smile and seemed to be relaxed with the group.

Killian smiled when he saw Emma and removed himself from the booth to hug Emma. She forced herself to return in despite her confusion. He read her like an open book and pulled back to explain. "This is Milah."

"Milah works with us." David added in.

Emma leaned over to see past Killian. "Nice to meet you Milah."

Most of the night was awkward. Milah was a sweet girl, and Emma hated that. She wanted to hate Milah, but she could not find any real reason except she was getting Killian's attention. Not that Emma wanted Killian's attention. Why would she? Emma shouldn't care who Killian was with, who he flirted with. They were just friends.

Just friends she told herself when Milah made flirty comments. Just friends. She would think when Killian would say nothing to stop her. Just friends Emma kept saying over and over in her mind, hoping it would stop sounding like a lie.

Emma and Killian did not mention Milah after that. She did notice he did not text her goodnight that night like he normally did. But who cared, right? He probably fell asleep. Not a big deal. Milah came out with them again the next week and Emma felt weird being with two couples (well a couple and two people who seemed to be headed in that direction). Ruby, a waitress she had worked with during college, picked up on her situation and called her over, telling her that Granny needed to tell her something.

Ruby pulled her into the kitchen. "What's going on, Ems? Who is she?"

"I don't know. Some girl from his work." Emma said casually, trying to make it seem like she did not care.

"Are they-" Ruby danced around the question, which was strange for her.

"Don't know, don't care." Emma said. Ruby shook her head before returning back to work. Emma shot Mary-Margaret a text saying that something had come up and sneaked out the back.

Emma and Killian talked even less the next week. He never texted her and she refused to be the one to initiate conversation. The next Friday night she stayed home to get work done.

The following week, close to a month of weirdness between the two of them, Emma's coworker, Walsh, asked her out. He had done so several times before, but she had been adamant that she did not want to date at that time. But this time when he asked her out for Friday night after work, she saw no reason to say no.

The Saturday after her date there was a knocking at her door, to early in the morning for her to want to respond. But the knocking did not stop, so she forced herself to put something decent on and answer the door.

"Coming." She mumbled as she reached the door, swinging it open to find Killian, to awake for this time on a Saturday morning.

"What are you doing here, Killian?" She said a bit too grouchy, but she did not care. He had been acting weird for a month AND he woke her up on a Saturday morning. He deserved the mood he was getting.

"What, I can't come say good morning to my best friend?" He tried, but Emma was unimpressed. "Okay, love. I wanted to talk to you."

"And you couldn't have texted me or maybe waited 'till a normal hour." She asked dryly.

"It's important." He told her with a serious face and she finally let him in. He was in darks jeans, a black tee and a vest. Much more dressed than her leggings and oversized sweater. They moved to sit on the couch before he began.

"I haven't seen you much lately, Swan. You missed the last two Granny's nights." He started out.

Emma nodded. "I had to work and then…" She realized she had never told him about Walsh. But he wouldn't care. He had Milah. "then I had a date last night."

"A date?" He asked. She always told him when she had a date (something that had not happened in a while).

"Yeah. How was last night?" She asked, trying to get the spotlight off of her.

"The three of us missed you, Swan."

"Three?" Emma asked until she realized Milah must have not gone. "What, your girlfriend ditch you?"

Killian sat confused. "My girlfriend? You mean Milah? Emma, she's not my girlfriend." Things must be serious. He rarely ever called her by her first name. It was always Swan, love, lass, but never Emma.

"You sure do act like it." Emma muttered under her breath.

"Emma, what's going on?" He asked her, but she cut him off.

"So, what did you need to talk about?" Emma changed the subject again.

"This." He motioned between them. "You are acting weird."

"No, I'm not." Emma defended. "You are."

"Is is about Milah?"

"If you are asking if I'm jealous, it's a no."

"Swan, you know what I mean. Things have been different." He explained. He was right-things had been different between them since Milah came into the picture. They were growing apart and neither one of them liked that.

Rather than agree with him, Emma went on the offensive. "Hey, you're the one who hasn't been talking to me."

"Aye. I haven't. And for that I am sorry."

"Why?" She asked. "Why did you stop talking to me? Tell me it was Milah or something and there is not something wrong with me." Her old fears started to creep in-that she was the problem, that she was unlovable.

"I made a mistake." He confessed. "With Milah, I mean. I thought there may be something there, but I was wrong."

"What happened?"

"I ended things." Killian told her.

Emma was shocked. She thought he had really liked this girl, from that she saw at least. This had been the first girl he they had not really discussed. "Why did you do that?"

"I realized my real intentions for going after her. It saved her the time though. She told me she would have ended things soon-apparently her husband would not approve of our relationship." She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a hand. "Before you go on about how she was a shrew, let me explain. I have to get this off my chest. Will set me up with Milah. The bloody idiot did not know she was married though. He wanted me to get over someone else and he thought this was the perfect way."

"Over who?" Emma questioned. "You haven't had a serious relationship in years."

"Swan, I think you know." He refused to make eye contact.

It finally hit her that maybe people were making fun of them for something that was there.

"Killian-"She started, but he cut her off.

"Love, I know this is inopportune. You had a date and it went well-"

It was her turn to cut him off. Instead of using words though, she leaned in to kiss him and shut him up. It was a leap of faith, but it felt right. It felt like this was always supposed to be like this. She leaned back and whispered, "I didn't really enjoy that date. I think I just wanted to forget about someone myself."

"Is that true?" A smug look rising on his face. She would have kissed it off him, but they needed to talk about this. She could not lose him as a friend, as her best friend.

He saw the hesitance in her eyes and whispered to her. "It's okay, love. I am scared to. But some things are worth the risk."

"Okay." She said softly, to him as much as a reassurance to herself.

"So, Swan, were you actually jealous?" That smug look returned.

This time she kissed it off his face.