A/N: Okay, so since my last chapter I threw a whole new wrench into my story with the whole David/Mary Margaret thing, and I know it was a little OOC, but I have a plan for it; trust me! And by the way, I wrote it because I said so. For the person who sent me a very nasty PM (you know who you are) I am allowed to make decisions when it comes to my writing. Some of them you may not agree with, but it's all a part of my creative process, so sorry if you don't like it, but I'm going to keep doing things the way I'm doing, because it seems to be working so far.

In addition, thanks for all the amazing reviews!

"What do you think we should bring?" I asked, rifling through a cabinet, looking for anything I could to make this 'date' less awkward, "You don't think Gold would try anything while we were in the busiest part of town, do you?"

"At this point I think he'd try anything, but you don't need to worry about that right now. The whole point of doing this is so that you can have a night off, where you don't have to worry about saving lives, or breaking curses, or this whole business with Gold. All you need to worry about today, is what you're ordering at the Diner." He was trying his hardest. Graham had managed to pull of all the stereotypes of a 'first date' within the five minutes that we had actually had in downtime between work and … whatever this was. He had taken up a new, clean shaven look and smelled at if he had taken a bath in cologne. Yes, he was everything a pimply teenage boy was on a first date. And to be honest, it was kind of sweet.

"So what you're saying is that we should just go now, while I haven't completely ruined the mood and hope for the best?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." He chuckled as he shrugged on his jacket and tossed me mine as well. He tugged an arm around my shoulders as I allowed him to guide me out the door.

"So, tell me about yourself. We really haven't spoken much outside of work. Tell me what school was like for you." Graham asked, as we started out at the Bar, "Seeing as I don't remember any of my own childhood, I figured I could do a little mooching off of yours."

"Why are you suddenly so interested?" I countered back. When I didn't get an answer, I just shrugged and answered, "I spent a lot of time jumping schools. I was in the foster system, so families basically took me in just as a tax write-off. Anyway, it probably was one of the worst homes I was put into. My foster dad was always trying to provoke me and he'd buy me these provocative night clothes. Anyway, the one escape I had was music," a small smile spread across my face at the memory, "The school I went to at the time, when I was a sophomore, had an amazing music program. There was theater and dance and the marching band was phenomenal. I took up two jobs just so I could make the payment for my uniform and board for band camp. That was probably the best year of my life. There was nothing but music, and it was the first time I had ever had real friends and I had this one friend who snuck me into the prom. After that my life pretty much went to hell, though. Their lives got better. My best friend, Holly, she went to Juilliard. I got a job at a diner and we all sort of went our separate ways."

"Well, we mustn't dwell on past misery too much. Tell me about your friends. What were they like?" at my questioning look, he simply shrugged and added, "We need something to talk about while we get drunk. Why not the fun stuff?"

Before I answered, I took a moment to consider, eyeing my glass carefully. When I had finally remembered what I had been trying to erase from my memory for so long, I gaze down at my fingers, tapping them against the gritty countertop, "I just remember that all of my best friends were guys. There was Tom and his big brother Ryan. They were the big brothers I never had. Sometimes, when I didn't want to go home, I would stay with them. I really didn't talk to anyone else but those two and Bex. Bex was the only girl who would give me the time of day. We were in juvie together for a while, until she cleaned up her act. We kept in touch. She lives in Peducah, Kentucky now, with Tom and her little baby."

"So your two best friends hooked up and strung you out to dry?" Graham asked, his face contorted in confusion, "Maybe it's just me Emma, but it's been my experience that best friends don't do that."

"Maybe not, but they were the closest thing to actual family that I had, so I was going to treat them the way I was never able to treat my family. We would fight sometimes, but it would always get better."

"And what about the other bloke, Ryan, what's his story?"

That struck a chord, and I had to choke back the tears I felt coming on, "He- um- was killed- in a car crash a couple years back. Actually, before I moved here, I was living with him."

After a moment of simply staring, Graham waved in Ruby's direction, "Shots, please. I don't care what it is, just bring a lot of them." At my confounded look, he muttered, "Neither one of us are drunk enough for this conversation."

About an hour or so and several drinks later, we both stumbled out onto the main road, making our way to the Town Square, "Oh, look it's starting!" Graham screamed, grabbing my hand and taking off toward the square even faster.

We collapsed on the grassy ground in a clump, just as the first picture began to roll, "I could never imagine you running so fast just to see a corny classic. "

"It isn't the movie that I'm here for, Emma. The longer I'm here, the longer I've got you laying beside me."

"Okay, so that was about the corniest thing I've ever heard, Graham." I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips. That was one of the few things that I liked about being drunk. You could say and do whatever you wanted, and nobody would judge you for it. With that, I nestled into the crook of his arm, and managed to doze into a light sleep as Gone With the Wind managed to drown all of the thoughts of the day.

A/N: Yup, this is all I've got to say. I figured it was time that I put in some back story for Emma. Ryan, Tom, and Bex are real people from my school, but I didn't go too much into detail, just to preserve their privacy, but other than that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though it is a bit choppy and more filler than anything else, but I guarantee you that there is more where this came from. You'll definitely be seeing more of Emma's high school pals! xMags