Chapter 7

Emily

She clicked the stopwatch before pulling herself out of the water, sitting at the edge of the pool. She took off her goggles, looking at her time and sighing; definitely not her best. Emily ran a hand over her face in frustration. If they were going to win the meet next Friday, she would need to be better than this.

She removed her swim cap, feeling her hair cascade down her back, her feet kicking lightly in the water, watching flecks fly into the air as her thoughts drifted back to Paige.

Well, not that her brain had ever shut up about her; that was the reason for her crappy swim times. She would need to pull herself together; even Coach Fulton had noticed that she'd been distracted yesterday afternoon at practice, pulling her aside and asking if everything was alright.

Emily had reassured her that everything was fine, she was just having an off day; she'd promised she would be back on form for today, but right now that didn't seem to be happening.

She stood up, making her way to Coach Fulton's office to return the stopwatch she had borrowed. She had expected the office to be empty, so she was surprised to find Coach sitting sorting through paperwork at her desk.

"Oh, hey. Just returning this," Emily said, holding up the stopwatch and placing it on the desk. Coach Fulton picked it up, looking at Emily's time that was still on the screen. Damn, she had meant to reset that.

"Still having trouble, Emily?" Coach Fulton asked, eyebrows rising in concern.

Emily wanted to deny it, but since Coach had seen her time it would be useless. "It appears so," she answered, running a hand through her hair.

"You know I'm here to talk to if anything is bothering you." Coach Fulton gazed up at her until Emily looked away. "It's obvious something is on your mind."

"I'm fine, honestly," Emily replied, uncomfortable.

After a moment, Coach Fulton said, "Well, okay then. I'll see you this afternoon." Emily was about to leave when she added, "Oh, and you're anchoring the relay next Friday."

"What?" Emily's head spun back to face her. "Seriously?" She couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face.

"Seriously," Coach Fulton echoed with a smile. "Now, use that to focus on getting those times back."

Emily was lost for words; she really hadn't been expecting to anchor their first meet with the way she had performed yesterday. "Thanks so much, Coach. I won't let you down."

She made her way to the locker room, a smile still on her face.

Emily was sitting in the courtyard during her free period trying to get some homework done when she spotted Aria walking by, totally oblivious to her sitting there. "Aria!" she shouted.

Aria looked around, seeming surprised to see her. "Hi, Em, what are you doing?" she asked, walking over.

"Just trying to get some assignments done," Emily stated, gesturing to the pile of work in front of her. "Where are you off to? You looked like you were on a mission."

"Just going to see Mr Fitz," Aria said, clearing her throat. "Have some questions to ask him about the essay."

"Anything I can help with?" Emily asked, noticing Aria was fidgeting as if she was dying to get away from her.

"Thanks, but my questions are kinda...specific." Emily had no idea what that was supposed to mean. "Anyway, better get going, see you later."

"Wait!" Emily hadn't seen any of her friends yet to tell them the news. "Guess who's anchoring the first meet of the season?"

Aria grinned, giving her a hug. "That's great, congrats!" Emily noticed Aria's smile falter slightly. "Have you told Paige yet?"

"No, why?" Emily asked, suddenly worried. Surely Paige wouldn't have been expecting to anchor since she had to miss practice this whole week?

"I guess since we didn't see you this morning you missed it," Aria mumbled. "But Paige and Sean broke up." Emily felt her jaw drop, her eyes wide. "I know," Aria nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Surprising; I thought they were doing really well."

"D-did she say why?" Emily stuttered, stunned by the news.

"No. She seemed pretty upset about it so we didn't ask. I'm sure she'll tell us when she's ready," Aria said sadly, looking at her watch. "Sorry, Em, but I really need to go. Congrats again, and try be gentle when you tell Paige?"

"Sure," Emily nodded distractedly. "See you." Emily watched Aria walk into the school until she disappeared around a corner. Her mind was reeling; her first instinct was to go and see Paige, but then she remembered she would be in class right now.

Did this have anything to do with her? Or had something else happened between Paige and Sean that she was unaware of? She swallowed, her throat suddenly very dry.

She also started to feel guilty for intentionally avoiding Paige that morning; she had just needed a bit of space to get her head in check and return to the reality of the two of them being friends and nothing more.

But now…

Now she had no idea what to think.

Paige

The hallway was busy as Paige weaved in and out of people, trying to make her way to the cafeteria for lunch; before she could get there however, a hand touched her arm, pulling her into an empty classroom.

Emily closed the door, turning to her with a look of concern. "Are you okay? I heard what happened."

Paige was ready to give the answer she had prepared; the answer that would sweep everything under the carpet for now. But looking into Emily's eyes, she found that she couldn't lie. She wasn't fine; she wasn't okay; it felt like her life had been totally turned upside down and she had no idea what to do about it.

She shook her head quickly, eyes filling with tears. Emily didn't hesitate; she stepped forward, wrapping Paige in a tight hug, Paige gripping onto her for dear life. She sobbed into her shoulder as Emily murmured "It's okay" over and over into her ear.

Paige didn't know how long she cried for, but it must have been a while since she noticed Emily had moved them to sit on the floor against the classroom wall, Emily's arm around her shoulder, Paige tucked into her side.

Paige was thankful that Emily was just letting her get it all out, not asking any questions that she knew she must be wanting to ask, the first one being why did she break up with Sean.

She felt like she could fall asleep right here in Emily's arms. Her eyes closed, shuffling in even closer to her side. After a second, she felt Emily shaking slightly. She looked up to find her trying to suppress laughter.

"What?" Paige sniffed, wiping a hand over her face. God, she must look a state.

Emily looked at her, amusement shining in her eyes. "Nothing, I just think that whoever's classroom this is might mind if you fall asleep in here."

Paige managed a smile. "I feel so emotionally drained that I could sleep for a hundred years." She looked into Emily's eyes, wondering if Emily realised why she was really crying, wondering if she realised that this had nothing to do with Sean. Emily smiled at her softly. Yeah, she knows.

Emily cautiously lifted her hand, wiping away the remaining tears on her face with the pad of her thumb, Paige looking away bashfully. She suddenly noticed the damp patch that she'd left on the shoulder of Emily's shirt. "Sorry," she mumbled, rubbing her hand over it as if that would magically dry it.

"Doesn't matter," Emily said quietly. They sat in silence for a moment, Emily's arm still around her, her fingers playing with Paige's hair. "Listen, I need to tell you something," Emily finally said. Paige gulped, shifting uncomfortably; she was scared Emily was going to say something she wasn't ready to hear. "I know the timing's not great, but I wanted you to hear it from me. Coach asked me to anchor next Friday."

Paige felt relief wash over her, calming at the fact Emily was talking about swimming and not what was happening between them. Affection swelled inside her at seeing how torn up Emily looked about telling her something so minor; Paige had thought it was a given that Emily would get the anchor spot.

She laughed lightly. "Of course you are." Emily raised her eyebrows. "Em, I'm your strongest competition, and since I'm out for the week it's no surprise Coach gave you the spot. It's fine, honestly."

Emily visibly relaxed. "Okay, good. I didn't want to make your day even worse." Did Emily not realise she was the only thing making this day bearable?

Paige was working up the courage to say as much when the bell rang; she sighed, lifting herself from the floor, missing Emily's warmth instantly. She held a hand out to Emily to help her up.

"Do I look awful?" Paige asked. "I don't want everyone to know I've been crying."

Emily's eyes ran over her face, giving her a gentle smile. "You could never look awful." Emily turned from her, opening the classroom door and walking out into the hallway.

Paige followed slowly after her, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy.

It was the day before their meet, and Paige was currently racing Emily in the pool for fun. She could feel Emily matching her pace as she done a flip turn, kicking back off the wall hard, cutting through the water quickly towards the other side of the pool again.

Her hand touched the wall; she pulled her goggles up to rest on her forehead, looking across to see Emily doing the same. They stared at each other, grinning.

"So, who won?" Emily asked.

"Me, obviously," Paige said, even though she had no idea who had touched the wall first.

Emily laughed, edging along the ledge of pool towards her. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I'm extremely trustworthy, I'll have you know," Paige stated, pursing her lips together trying to keep a straight face. Emily snorted, moving her hand quickly through the pool to splash water at her. "Hey!" Paige exclaimed, splashing back through her laughter.

"It was a tie, girls."

Both their heads shot up in the direction of the voice; Coach Fulton must have seen their race from her office. Paige hadn't even known she was in yet; it was still pretty early in the morning. "Good to see you both back on form; we should do well tomorrow," Coach Fulton smiled. "Just make sure you don't tire yourselves out."

Paige watched Coach Fulton walk back towards her office, feeling embarrassed. She had been caught messing around with Emily when they were meant to be seriously training for the meet tomorrow.

The past week had been great between them; they had settled back into their easy routine. There were no longer uncomfortable silences between them, or that awful awkward tension that had plagued them the days following the kiss.

There was some tension there, Paige admitted, but it was a totally different type; it was the type of tension that made you nervous and sent your heart racing; it was exciting.

They hadn't discussed Paige's break-up with Sean any further, or the texts that they had sent after holding hands at lunch, but Paige felt like they had some sort of unspoken understanding. Emily was being patient with her as Paige processed this newfound attraction to her best friend.

Paige still found it weird, admitting to herself that she was attracted to Emily. It had scared her the first time she had truly let herself think it, but she was slowly becoming less terrified of the idea. The fun and teasing that they had always shared had returned, but this time Paige viewed it differently; she was pretty sure they were flirting.

They swam a few more laps before pulling themselves out of the water and making their way to the locker room. They changed quickly behind their locker doors, Paige now feeling self-conscious when she undressed in front of Emily; she made sure to keep her gaze firmly in the opposite direction of where Emily was changing.

When they were sat on the bench putting on their shoes, Emily spoke.

"So, I was thinking," she said, glancing at Paige. "Do you want to come over tomorrow night? We could watch a movie or something. My parents are going out for the evening." There was an awkward pause as they both registered what Emily had just said. "I mean, we can watch a movie on the big TV in the living room since they'll be out," she added quickly, a blush covering her face as she focused on lacing up her boots.

"Uh..." Paige started, trying to stifle the panic that had arisen; she hadn't expected Emily to invite her over. She took a calming breath, deciding just to go with it. "Sure."

Emily gave a nervous smile. "Okay, great." Emily had finished putting her boots on and was sort of just standing there. She seemed to realise this, quickly shaking her head. "So, see you in English?"

"See you in English," Paige nodded with a smile.

Paige propped her foot up onto the bench as she tied the laces on her own boot, her chin resting on her knee. Her smile turned into a grin as she thought about the fact that Emily had just asked her over for a movie date.

Emily

Music blared through her earbuds as she waited at the side of the pool for the meet to start. Swimmers were starting to take their places on the starting platforms; Emily watched as Paige shrugged off her swimming jacket, stepping up onto the platform.

Paige looked around, her eyes settling on her. Emily gave her a reassuring nod, mouthing 'we can do this'. Paige gave a firm nod of her own, pulling her goggles down over her eyes and getting into position.

Adrenaline coursed through Emily's veins; she was ready to go. If they won this relay, they won the meet. It was important to get a good start to the swimming season if they wanted to beat Oakwood High in the annual championship.

A whistle blew, the five starting swimmers diving into the pool. Emily watched as Paige moved smoothly through the water, easily taking the lead. Pride swelled inside her as Paige increased the gap further; unless Brooke and Claire performed horribly, Emily wouldn't have much to do to ensure their win.

Paige reached the side, Brooke diving in above her. Paige heaved herself out of the pool, shooting Emily a quick smile as she observed the lead she had given them, taking the towel that Coach Fulton handed her.

Emily removed her jacket and earbuds as Brooke returned and Claire dived in. She could now hear the crowd roaring around them; she tried to tune them out as she took to the platform, but not before she heard Hanna shouting loud and clear, "Go Emily!"

She pulled her goggles down, seeing Claire making her way towards her. They had lost a bit of their lead but were still currently winning. Emily had no doubt; they would win this.

Emily dived into the water, her strong muscles powering through the pool easily, her flip turn perfect. It was over before she knew it, her team mates practically pulling her from the pool in celebration of their win. Emily hugged them back, but her eyes were searching for Paige. She finally spotted her coming towards her with a huge smile on her face, Paige wrapping her arms around Emily's waist and lifting her off the ground slightly.

"Well done, you did it," Paige said into her ear.

Emily pulled back, correcting her. "No, we did it." They grinned at each other before they were separated by other members of the team, their eyes finding each other again over the shoulders of the girls they were hugging.

Emily paced back and forth with nerves, constantly checking the time. She was starting to doubt if inviting Paige over had been a good idea. There was a lot to talk about between them and she had no idea if and when to bring it up. She desperately wanted to, but she was trying to give Paige time to bring it up on her own.

The doorbell rang; she instantly darted towards it. She paused for a few seconds with her hand on the door knob so it didn't look like she had been waiting by the door. She finally swung it open to reveal an anxious looking Paige.

"Hey," Emily smiled, touching Paige's arm as she walked past, trying to convey that there was no reason to be stressed, trying to remind herself the same; they were just going to watch a movie.

"Hey," Paige replied, taking off her jacket and hanging it up beside the door. They heard footsteps coming down the stairs, looking up to see her dad dressed smartly in a suit. "Looking good, Mr Fields," Paige smiled.

"Thanks, but wait 'til you see Pam," he grinned. "Good job out there today by the way, you gave the team a great lead." Emily looked at Paige proudly, watching as her head dipped in that adorable way it does when she receives a compliment.

"It was nothing," Paige said, waving her hand.

"It wasn't 'nothing'," Emily interjected. "It was amazing." Paige lifted her head, eyes looking into Emily's, smiling softly.

Her dad turned his head as her mom made her way down towards them. "Wow, Mom, that dress is amazing," Emily gushed.

"Thanks, honey," she said as she lifted her jacket off the stand beside them. "Hi, Paige," she added. "Well done today."

"Thanks," Paige said. "Have a nice time tonight." Paige moved over to the couch out of the way of the door.

"We will; you girls be good now." Emily flushed slightly at her mom's poor choice of words. "There's snacks in the kitchen, help yourselves. We should be home around eleven."

They said their goodbyes and made their way out the door. Emily closed it after them with a thud, the house filling with a deafening silence all of a sudden. She walked into to the living room, picking the remote up off the coffee table and switching on the TV to create some noise.

"So, you want to make popcorn and then we can watch the movie?" Emily asked awkwardly.

"Okay," replied Paige, standing up and following Emily into the kitchen.

Emily looked through the cupboards for the microwave popcorn while Paige set about pouring drinks of apple juice. Emily was mildly alarmed to notice that her hands were shaking; she tried to compose herself as she put the popcorn in the microwave. Calm down. Relax.

"What are we watching then?" Paige asked as they waited.

Emily smiled as she left the kitchen briefly to get the DVD she had bought for Paige coming over. She returned, handing the box to her.

"'The House at the End of the Street'? Seriously, Em?" Paige laughed.

"What? It could be good; I've heard some decent reviews."

Paige snorted. "Yeah, and a lot of crap ones as well. I've heard that it's bad, and not even the good kind of bad."

Emily snatched the DVD back out of Paige's hands as the microwave beeped. "Tough, we're watching it," she stated playfully, Paige rolling her eyes.

Emily emptied the warm popcorn into a bowl, lifting the DVD off the counter with her other hand. "Grab the drinks," she said to Paige, going back into the living room, exhaling a shaky breath.

Paige

She lifted the glasses off the counter, trailing after Emily as she willed herself to calm down. Her heart was beating incredibly fast which was ridiculous; how many times had they watched a movie together?

She reached the living room where Emily was placing the bowl of popcorn on the table before making her way with the DVD to put it in the player. Paige placed the drinks beside the popcorn and sat in the armchair that she always sat in when at Emily's house. It dawned on her that she should probably sit beside Emily on the couch, but it was too late. Emily had already turned back to her and seen her sitting there; it would look too weird to change seats now.

Paige questioned if she saw a flash of disappointment cross Emily's face, but it was gone in an instant, Emily saying, "Lights on or off?"

Paige pretended to think hard about that question. "Hmm, better put them off. This movie is gonna need all the help it can get to scare me." Emily shook her head with a small smile, flipping the switch of the main light then leaning over to turn off the lamp, taking her seat on the side of the couch closest to Paige.

They were shrouded in darkness as they waited for the DVD to load. Paige felt instantly more at ease in the dark, removing her boots and curling her legs up underneath her.

Emily pressed play on the menu, the movie starting up with some sinister sounding music. Paige took a handful of popcorn out of the bowl Emily held out towards her, Emily's eyes fixed on the screen.

Paige found it hard to concentrate on the movie; her gaze constantly kept moving back to Emily's face, which was lit up by the glow of the TV. She quickly looked away as Emily's eyes met hers, Paige leaning forward to get her drink off the table, feeling the need to do something to cover up that she'd just been caught staring.

She could still feel Emily's eyes on her as she took a sip of her drink, but she avidly avoided looking back in her direction.

They sat in silence as they watched the movie. A guy was putting food on a tray and making his way down into the basement of his house. Paige's mind was still thinking of Emily, so she wasn't prepared for the sudden jumpy moment when a girl attacked the guy as soon as he opened a door in the basement.

Paige had leapt slightly in her seat, and had unfortunately been holding her drink at the time. She felt the apple juice seeping into the front of her t-shirt, feeling it sticking to her skin as she heard Emily laughing loudly. "I can't believe the mighty Paige McCullers just got a fright from that."

"Shut up," Paige mumbled through a smile of her own as she stood up, going to get some paper towels to wipe her t-shirt with.

She returned, feeling a wave of confidence come over her to fix her earlier mistake. She walked past the arm chair, standing in front of Emily on the couch. Emily looked confused for a second, before she realised that Paige wanted her to scoot over so she could sit beside her; Paige didn't miss the look of surprise on her face.

"What?" Paige said, feeling like she had to explain herself. "I'm cold now." She backed up her statement by pulling the blanket that had been resting on the back of the couch onto the two of them, opening it up to make sure they were both covered fairly.

Paige leaned forward to grab the bowl of popcorn, putting it in the small gap between them and trying to concentrate back on the movie; it was easier said than done however. She was hyperaware of Emily's movements next to her, their arms brushing every time Emily reached for the popcorn.

The fourth time it happened, Paige couldn't bear it anymore. She stopped Emily's hand before it made its way into the bowl, instead pulling her arm across her onto the blanket that was covering her legs. She began to trace patterns with her fingers over the incredibly soft skin of Emily's inner forearm, her other hand playing with Emily's fingers.

Emily

Her breath hitched; she looked to her side, but Paige wasn't looking at her. Much like that day at the lunch table, she was staring straight ahead, the light of the TV illuminating her face.

Emily's heart was in her throat; this time it was just them; they were completely alone in the house, no one to interrupt them; no alcohol to blame for their closeness.

She shifted to her left slightly so that she was now leaning against Paige, hesitantly resting her head on Paige's shoulder while Paige's fingers gently stroked up and down her arm. She wanted to kiss Paige so badly, but as much as she knew in her heart that 'just friends' didn't sit like this, there was still a fear in the back of her mind that Paige could react like she did the last time they had kissed. Paige would have to make the first move.

After a few minutes, Paige's hand travelled up to her inner elbow, her touch feather-light; Emily couldn't stop the shiver that spread through her body. She felt Paige's head move slightly, feeling her eyes on her. This was it; this was the moment she had been waiting for.

Emily lifted her head slowly from Paige's shoulder, turning to look into her eyes. She could only really make out the side of her face that was lit up by the TV, but she saw Paige's gaze fixate on her mouth. She held her breath as Paige dipped her head slightly, their noses bumping before she brushed her lips softly against Emily's.

Paige pulled back about an inch, waiting a moment as if she was breathing Emily in, before connecting their lips once more, this time Emily responding.

Finally was all Emily could think as she melted into Paige. This kiss was much slower than their previous, as if each brush of their lips was carefully planned. Paige reached out to grip her right wrist, pulling her hand up to rest on her neck as she flicked her tongue into Emily's mouth.

Emily's thumb rested on Paige's jaw, feeling it move as Paige's mouth worked against her own. Her fingers moved back to tangle into Paige's hair, leaning even more heavily into her.

They kissed like that for a while, before Emily became aware that her left arm had become sort of trapped between their bodies; she leaned back a fraction to free it, her left hand then joining her right in Paige's hair. Paige had used her movement to wrap her hands around her waist, pulling Emily more towards her, resulting in Emily practically straddling Paige's lap.

They stared at each other in the darkness momentarily, slightly stunned at this new position, before their mouths met with a renewed fervour; their kisses faster; deeper; their tongues battling each other. Paige's hand roamed all over her back, up her sides, along the outside of her thighs where her fingers dug into the skin underneath her jeans. Emily hummed, her hands tightening in Paige's hair, pulling lightly.

Paige groaned quietly into her mouth, and Emily couldn't stop herself from smiling into the kiss. She couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"What's funny?" Paige murmured, capturing Emily's bottom lip between her own and sucking lightly.

God, Paige was trying to kill her. She didn't answer her question, instead pushing her further into the couch, pressing herself as close as possible. Paige's lips broke away from her own, kissing along her jaw, trailing down her neck.

Emily tipped her head back to allow Paige better access; Paige peppered kisses all over her throat, goosebumps spreading all over Emily's body. Emily felt Paige's tongue flick out, tasting her skin, her lips latching onto her pulse point, sucking gently.

Emily gasped, holding Paige's head close to her neck as Paige's hands travelled from the underside of her thighs to land firmly on her ass, squeezing softly. Emily's hips rolled into Paige of their own accord; she was incredibly turned on and was starting to become aware of the wetness between her legs.

She brought Paige's mouth back to her own, kissing her slowly, trying to calm the pace between them. They were moving too fast; she didn't want them to rush into anything that they weren't ready for.

Paige seemed to understand, moving her hands up from Emily's ass and onto the small of her back. Their breathing gradually became more even; their kisses became more chaste. Emily rested their foreheads together, stroking her thumb over Paige's cheek.

With a final peck, Emily swung herself off of Paige, sitting beside her. She didn't know how long they had been kissing, but the movie had finished, the irritating repetitive music of the menu screen now filling the room. Something crunched under her foot; she looked down and could just make out the mess of spilled popcorn all over the floor. She hadn't even heard it fall.

"Shit," she muttered, leaning over to flick on the lamp, squinting in the light. "I'll be back in a second," she said glancing at Paige, smirking on her way to the kitchen at the state of Paige's hair. She rummaged in the cupboard under the sink, finally finding a small dustpan and brush and returning to the living room. Paige hadn't moved from the couch; she was sitting there with a sort of dazed look on her face.

Emily started to worry that Paige was going to freak out about what had just happened, but calmed slightly when Paige met her eyes and offered her a small smile. "You want a hand?" she asked.

"No thanks, I got it," smiled Emily. She swept the popcorn up quickly, tipping it back into the bowl and taking it to the kitchen to throw into the trash. She brought a hairbrush back through to the living room with her, handing it to Paige.

"Sorry, I messed your hair up a bit," she said, embarrassed. It was as if turning on the light had brought back the awkwardness between them. Paige flushed, looking away as she took the brush from Emily, running it quickly through her long hair.

Emily sat back on the couch, sitting further away from Paige than she wanted to. Paige placed the brush on the coffee table, leaning back against the couch. A tense silence descended over them, but only momentarily.

"So, do you want to watch the rest of the movie?" Paige asked nervously. Emily was pleasantly surprised; she had expected Paige to make up some excuse and leave, and she wouldn't really hold it against her. She'd had months to adjust to the fact that she was not only gay, but crushing hard on her best friend. Paige had had about two weeks, and Emily knew how scary it was.

Well, that was a lot of assuming on Emily's part; honestly, she had no idea what Paige was thinking; she had no idea if Paige was gay; she didn't know if Paige even had a crush on her.

But obviously she must like her a bit, right? Make out sessions as good as that don't happen with just anyone, and it had been evident that Paige had been enjoying herself; Emily's mind flashed to Paige groaning against her lips.

She quickly cleared her throat. "Sure," she said, picking up the remote and going to the 'scene selection' option. She realised that she couldn't remember where they had seen up to before they had gotten distracted; she decided to just pick a spot around halfway through.

She put the remote back on the table as the movie started playing again, quickly checking the time on her phone; she was happy to see that it was just after ten, meaning they would have around an hour before her parents came home.

She didn't bother turning the light off this time, the risk of them getting hot and heavy again being too high.

She fully expected to just sit beside Paige for the rest of the night, but Paige surprised her again by holding her arm up, clearly signalling for Emily to cuddle into her side. She smiled as her heart skipped a beat, moving back against Paige's side, taking the blanket that had slid onto the floor with her and covering them with it.

She snuggled into Paige, tentatively wrapping an arm across Paige's stomach under the blanket, deciding to push every worry about their relationship out of her mind for now. She could feel Paige's torso rising and falling slowly through her thin t-shirt; Emily's eyes closed briefly at how content she felt.

"Em?" Paige asked, Emily feeling the words vibrate against her ear which was resting on Paige's upper chest.

"Hmm?" she replied, feeling too lazy to respond properly.

"Do you have any idea what's going on in this movie? 'Cause I don't."

Emily snorted. "Not a clue."

A/N: Thanks for all the support with this story :) Hope you enjoyed this chapter.