I've decided to divide the thanksgiving chapter into two parts and publish one today and one tomorrow. Consider it the way of me telling you that I am grateful for your follows, alerts and reviews :)

Also, do you guys want me to change to Emma's POV for a while? Because I've been giving thought to it, and I don't think Mary Margaret will be present when something happens between Emma and Regina... It would be awkward. Of course that I'd mark who's POV is at the beginning of each chapter... Anyway, let me know what you think!

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M.

MARY MARGARET'S POV

After being sent to jail for alleged possession of drugs, we had decided to cool things down for a while. For a while meant two weeks on Emma-time. She was already trying to convince me to go on a road trip to NYC, we had a long weekend after all. Emma's idea of road trips generally involved getting wasted, sleeping on the car and me being the third wheel (more like the fifth) to Emma's and Ruby's one night stands. One time we had decided to do a road trip to Boston and we finished in Atlantic City, with a huge hang over and completely broke, since we wasted all our travel's saving on a night that could have been broadcasted on TV as The Hangover IV: the girls take over the Atlantic coast.

"But it's Thanksgiving!" the blonde said as she followed me around the apartment.

"I'm aware of that, Emma," I replied "That's why I'm having my parents over for dinner, you can invite your family as well,"

"Yeah, right," she replied letting her body fall on the sofa, "Because my parents are going to come all the way from Europe to celebrate Thanksgiving with us,"

I pursed my lips. I knew Emma's parents were on some business trip around the globe. And I also knew that she knew that I didn't mean her parents when I told her to invite her family. Emma was still hurt by what David had told us the night we had been arrested. And she was not the only one. David had made clear that he didn't want to talk to her either.

"Look, it's been two weeks," I sat in front of Emma, "And it's Thanksgiving, I think you should at least talk to him,"

"If you want David to come to your dinner, you'll be the one inviting him," she crossed her arms. "I don't understand how you could forgive him after what he said to you,"

"He doesn't know he was the one that gave me the hickey,"

"Doesn't make him less of a jerk for saying what he said,"

She had a point, but - "Emma, we all say things we don't really mean when we are angry," I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Like that time when I kissed Robin and you where, and I quote you 'so sure that he was the love of your life' and you called me a slut,"

"You deserved it!" Emma said but she smiled, "He was the love of my life,"

"He was also a player," I pointed out.

It was true, Robin had been double playing us. I had told Emma and she wouldn't believe it, so I went and I kissed Robin in front of her face. Boy, she was so angry at me for a while. And it that case it was not just two weeks.

"Ok, fair enough," she agreed, "But this is not the same, and I won't talk to David,"

"Fine," I moved my hands in desperation, "I'll do it,"

"Fine," she mimicked my voice tone, "And I'll invite Killian,"

Something told me that Emma inviting Killian had nothing to do with the fact that David was coming and Emma didn't want to start another war by inviting Regina. She probably understood my thoughts, because she started explaining how she hadn't seen Regina since the jail incident and how the woman was being a completely cold-hearted bitch towards her.

"Haven't you try to understand why is she behaving like that?" I asked

"She obviously needs to get laid," Emma laid on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. I knew Emma was hurt by Regina's actions, but Regina was running up for the town's mayor, and Emma was pretty much the biggest trouble maker on Storybrooke and sadly, she didn't have any intentions of changing.

"I do hope you know it's because - "

"Because she wants to be mayor and I'm like the worst publicity ever?" Emma's eyes met with mine, and for a moment I thought they were teary. "Yeah, I know it's because of that," the blonde faced at the ceiling once more.

I wondered if they had talked after Graham had set us free, I haven't seen Regina around and Emma had definitely not been at her place. "Have you -"

"Talk to her?" Emma interrupted me for the second time. "Yup, she made pretty clear that what happened on my party can't happen again - not if I want to be with her anyway,"

"Wait, she really said that?" I asked sitting next to were Emma was laying.

"Yup, she did," my friend's gaze locked with mine. "Her words: you can't behave like that if you want to be with me, Emma, I have responsibilities,"

Emma imitated Regina's voice perfectly. Even though behind her acting, I could see pain. I wondered if maybe David had been right about Regina breaking Emma's heart, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought Regina might be right. Emma had to grow up, she still behaved like a teenager and Regina couldn't date a teenager - not if she wanted to become mayor.

"What did you reply?" A part of me felt betrayed by the fact that Emma didn't tell me about this before, but then I saw the answer in her eyes. Suffering. Emma was suffering, and she hated when people saw her like that - she felt it made her weak. So it was understandable why she had kept the conversation to herself.

"I told her she could shove her responsibilities up her ass," she replied while she sat, "And then I went out with Killian and we got drunk as shit,"

A very Emma way of solving problems.

My best friend gave me a look, "You are the last person that can judge me, M," she said, "Don't you think I haven't noticed how you avoid David to evade the conversation you clearly need to have with him,"

"How is that the same to tell someone to shove something up their ass?"

"You are dodging the problem," Emma raised an eyebrow, "Just like I am - and that makes it the same."

Sometimes Emma had these glint of wisdom and would point out something very relevant and true. It always took me off guard because they were not very often. And that would leave me thinking, even after Emma returned to her normal, immature-self, and commented something like 'We should get pizza,'. The truth was that Emma was completely right about me trying to avoid the conversation I needed to have with David, and that was as childish as she getting drunk with Killian instead of trying to do something for Regina.

"I'll invite David," I said when I shook my thoughts away, "And you, you'll talk to Regina,"

"And tell her what, exactly?" the blonde asked. "'I'm sorry told you to shove your responsibilities up your ass, you can take them out now because I want to give us a try'?"

"No," clearly Emma needed to work on her apologies, "You'll show her you want to change and give it a try,"

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"You'll help with her campaign."

"What? Like give flyers and that kind of shit?" I nodded. "Yeah, there's no way I'll do that,"

"Well," I stood up, I had a lot of stuff to cook, "You can tell her you are sorry, but one action is worth a thousand words,"

I left Emma at the apartment, having an internal argument with herself, grabbed the bug's keys and went out. I needed to buy a lot of things for tomorrow's celebration. As I drove to the market I did a mental list of all the things I needed to buy. The market's parking lot was full and it was hard to get a spot. I parked the car next to the garbage disposal because it had been the only place I found after looking for over five minutes.

"Emma," a sudden hit in the car startled me. I turned around to meet with David's face. "Oh, it's you," he said when he saw my face, "I'm sorry, I just - I saw the bug and thought it was Emma." I didn't know if it was disappointment or relief what I noticed on his words, but I decided to ignore it. Together with the butterflies that I was feeling in my stomach. I stepped out of the car.

"Yeah, I figured that if she can live in my apartment for free I can use her car," I explained as I locked the doors. I swear I heard him chuckle, but I didn't turn around to see his handsome face. I walked towards the store and he walked behind me. The Nolan's sure loved following people around.

"I think I owe you an apologise," David said. I stopped abruptly and turned around, I wanted to replied something like 'Yes, I think you do' but I decided to remain silent and hear what he had to say. "I didn't have the right to say what I said," he avoided eye contact, "I mean, you are not my girlfriend nor my sister, so it's none of my business what you do with your body and who gives you hickeys,"

"You," I let out before I could regret it. If he didn't want to date me, fine, but I wanted things to be clear between us. I wanted him to know the truth.

"Come again?"

"You," I repeated. "You gave me the hickey,"

David's jaw dropped. "Me?" I nodded. "The Vodka shot?" I nodded again. He let a laugh out, now he did sound relived. I raised an eyebrow, confused at his behaviour. "Thanksgiving shopping?" he asked, changing topics.

"Yeah," I said as I continued to walk with David by my side. "My parents are coming over for dinner, Emma is going to be as well," I looked at him, it was now or never. "Would you like to join us? I know your parents are not here and Emma will be with us,"

"You'd risk having me and Emma fighting on your thanksgiving dinner?"

"Well, Emma is family," I explained. It was not the first time that Mr. and Mrs. Nolan were not in Storybrooke for Thanksgiving, and it was not the first time that Emma celebrated it with us. "And I don't want you to be alone. Neither does Emma,"

"Are you sure about that?"

I nodded. "I asked her before I left the apartment."

"And your parents?"

"I don't think they'll really mind," I said honestly. My parents had met David when we were kids and often asked Emma about him. And even if they haven't seen him since David left for college, they knew he had been my first crush and they had always been nice towards him.

He thought about it for a while. "Ok, but with one condition," I tilted my head, waiting to say 'no', "I'll help you buying and cooking the meal, and cleaning,"

A grin appeared on my face "Aren't you quite charming when you want to be?" I asked.

He opened the door for me and replied "Anything for you m'lady," I suppressed a smile and entered the supermarket.

It is true that sometimes coming clean about some situations scare us, and it's normal. But I've learned that taking a risk is worthy, because you never know which outcome it might bring, and sometimes you could be surprised by a pleasant outcome.