Alright, guess who managed to speed-write her final papers and managed to get in more creative writing time? This lady! Lol. XD But, GOD it feels so good to be back and finally continue the final leg of this fic. I also apologize for lagging in responding to comments as well. It's been crazy between family, work, and grad school, but I am still here so I will try to respond to those properly when I can, but thank you so much for your kind words. It really means a lot. :) Anyway, let's jump back in! This chapter picks up right after Emma meets Noah at the door of her apartment building to go to their adult prom event prior to 'other alluded to events' occurring after the Prom. ;) Hope you all enjoy what I came up with here!

(Emma's POV)

"So… tell me again why we need to go up to your apartment? We could've just caught a ride and headed over there now if you wanted to?" Noah questioned in confusion behind me, making me bite my lip in total embarrassment and also so I didn't say anything I probably shouldn't.

Sure not anything usually stops me from saying whatever I'm thinking usually, but still.

Ugh, this is what I get for asking my kid sister who can never do anything or go anywhere without some kind of camera to do me a favor.

Seriously, I should have just driven to mom and dad's myself to get my dress instead of spending almost the entire weekend with Noah.

Even if it was totally worth it…

Ugh, get it together! You can't afford a Noah Daze right now!

Once I got it together enough, I tried to reply as nonchalantly as possible, "Sorry, I wish, but it's just a fine print clause with my sister. She kept insisting on 'wanting pictures' before we left in exchange for bringing me my dress."

I looked over and saw Noah giving me a confused look with a quirked-up eyebrow as he questioned, "Uh… Kitty is aware that they have 'photo opps' at this thing and we can just send her pictures after, right?"

Almost on immediate reflex, I groaned a little and rolled my eyes as I immediately responded, "Please, don't get my sister started on anything photography-related. Believe me, I told her the same thing, but she kept insisting she could take pictures with 'better lighting and angles'. I can't tell the difference, but I know it's pointless and it's honestly easier to just let her do it."

Okay, sure, that's only part of it technically and under any other circumstances I wouldn't mind, but tonight is 'the night' that I'm finally planning on going to the next level with Noah and I just didn't want anyone else to interfere. Especially after the 'dance home video' incident at Christmas that was seriously embarrassing.

But, at the same time and even though I hate to admit it, I didn't put up too much of a fight with Kitty since she was the only reason I ended up going to my high school prom at all.

Honestly, I was fully prepared to almost literally throw my dress out the window, say screw it, and then just lock myself in my room reading books out of spite since I could not get a date to save my life in high school.

Since, apparently, I'm too 'intimidating', 'intense', and 'snarky'.

Just like Jake said when he broke up with me…

But whatever, anyway, when Kitty found out I didn't have a date, she immediately said she'd go with me. And even though I didn't want to, she wouldn't leave me alone until I said yes since 'we didn't pick out a cute dress and practice dancing every day after school for nothing'.

Sure, showing up to your prom with a sibling or cousin as a 'date' is already 'loser-branding' and embarrassing to completion on its own and I still feel embarrassed about that fact even now honestly, but… I also didn't have a lot of friends in school.

I never really did and also didn't really care too much about it either usually. Even considering my debate team as 'my friends' was a stretch.

But, Kitty was the only person I knew I could count on back then. Because even though Kitty and I are like mixing oil and water most of the time because of how different we are, she's still my little sister, and in the real ways, she's always had my back.

Even when things were 'strained' up until we did the race together, we still loved eachother and would do anything for eachother where it counted. That and she even told me back then that 'prom' was her 'calling it even' with me after I kept her from getting too 'consumed in video games'... again.

Then during the race when Kitty was going way too out of the way with getting our emu, she proved that to me more than ever when she told me she was doing it to help me pay for law school. And then I proved that to myself even before that nothing changed on my end either since I immediately flipped out and almost endangered my life out of traumatic 'big sister concern' to check on Kitty after her and that emu slid down that steep incline and crashed into a tree.

Ugh, it was like the stupid 'blindfolded tobogganing incident' all over again!

Because drifted apart or not, we're both still sisters. No matter what.

Right now, I was really trying to internally calm myself down again as we got to my floor and started walking down the hall. And even though I was still questioning something else that was also in my apartment for whatever reason right now, I was trying to not let it get to me and ruin this night.

It's Valentine's Day, it's the first time I've ever had a date or a boyfriend on Valentine's Day, I'm getting an opportunity to redo my prom experience with Noah, and tonight… I'm finally ready to take our relationship to the next level at just the right moment.

But, until then, I just want to have a good time with Noah and to try to see if I can drag him onto the dance floor since I know he's not a 'music' or 'dancing' kind of guy… at all.

Although, I think I can try a little 'lawyering' to convince him to come out on the dance floor with me at some point.

Either way, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off Noah in his tux right now.

Also, and I almost had to do a double-take, but… I think he actually combed his hair for tonight. Like, he didn't put anything in his hair, but his hair definitely looked more 'tamed' than it usually does.

I would have kept looking at him until we got to the door of my apartment.

But, right as I put my hand on the knob, I looked back and warned slightly, almost reminding me of when Noah told me Casper was living at his condo, "Okay, fair warning, Kitty isn't the only person in there and I literally did not know she was bringing anyone so, don't say I didn't warm you."

He kept looking at me in total confusion and I decided to just rip off the Band-Aid and open the door.

But, right as I did, Owen was pretty much right there as his face lit up and he raised both his arms in the air as he shouted with his usual enthusiasm, "NOAH! I missed you so much! C'mere, buddy!"

Immediately, I looked back and saw Noah going wide-eyed as he put his hands up and started, "Look, big guy. I'd rather… not."

Owen was squeezing Noah in a suffocating hug like he always does, although this time it looked like even more than usual now to the point that even I was getting concerned since Noah practically gasping for air and almost 'tapping out' on Owen's shoulder blade as he strained out, "Dude… You're gonna bust… a seem… and… my diaphragm… let… GO!"

Finally, Owen let him go and laughed before saying with the same level of enthusiasm as before, "Sorry Noah, I'm just so psyched to see you! Haha! I haven't seen you since Christmas! And I still gotta see your condo. Me and Cody are trying to get a housewarming party going for you."

Noah immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Dude, how many times do I have to say 'no parties'? Last time, you guys threw me a 'party', it was my birthday two years ago and you almost got us busted by the cops for streaking." Owen just laughed and waved it off as he responded, "Pssh, c'mon, it wasn't that bad."

Noah just gave him a look and crossed his arms as he retorted, "We were at a barcade in downtown Vancouver during prime hours. In what scenario is you 'publically streaking' in there considered 'not that bad'? Also, what are you even doing here?"

Owen just smiled and shrugged before answering, "Kitty said you and Emma were going to an 'Adult Prom' thing and she was gonna take pictures for you guys. I didn't have anything to do so I wanted to come and be supportive! Also, Kitty and I going out to a karaoke bar after this to hang out while we're downtown."

Right then Kitty came into the situation with one of her cameras in hand and said, "C'mon guys! The natural lighting in the apartment isn't going to stay this good forever."

After that, Kitty was pretty much herding us back into my apartment and immediately started getting Noah and I in position to take pictures.

Alright, let's do this.

2 hours later

After 15 minutes of pictures, Noah and I finally made it to the adult prom event.

Not going to lie on this one, but the hotel ballroom they got for this 'Adult Prom' was honestly pretty impressive. Which for a college student with limited savings right now, it was a nice change of pace!

Even if certain things felt a little too 'fancy' for me at this point for that same reason.

Servers walking around passing out glasses of champagne and beef wellington appetizers were definitely not what I was expecting and also were definitely not at a 'high school prom level'. Or not my prom anyway since it was just held in our high school gym decorated by the prom committee.

But, so far, so good!

I couldn't stop myself from just enjoying everything about tonight.

Even pictures with Kitty weren't as bad as I was thinking. Honestly, there is one picture that she showed me that I really want already. She took some pictures of Noah and I when we were exchanging the corsage and boutonniere. And… there was this picture that she caught when I was pinning the boutonniere on Noah's tuxedo lapel and she managed to get a good profile picture of using smiling a little at eachother as I pinned on his boutonniere.

Sure, I was a little annoyed initially, but… now I'm actually glad Kitty came out and took pictures.

Honestly, I was forgetting about all the prom experiences I missed back in high school because I didn't have an actual date. Because I'm pretty sure that would have happened back at home if I had a date.

But, and in some weird way, I'm kind of glad that I'm having this experience with Noah now instead of having them with some guy at my old high school. At least I'm with someone who I actually want to be here with.

More than want to be here with…

I had to stop myself from getting too ahead of myself with what else I had in mind for tonight after this. Dinner was just wrapping up and I was trying to finish a bite of something as I heard Noah remark, "Well, I gotta admit, this wasn't what I was expecting. Then again, I never went to a school dance in my entire life, so not like I would know. The only time I got anywhere close to a school dance was when I had to go with my dad to the high school to get Luke after he got kicked out of his prom for starting a 'domino-effect mosh pit'."

I quirked up an eyebrow and immediately asked, "Domino-effect mosh?… Wait, what? Your brother got kicked out for starting a 'mosh pit' at his prom?"

Noah just rolled his eyes and said, "Look, you met my family, and more than that since you've also met Luke for one second too long. I was raised in a literal frat house full of the embodiment of testosterone-fueled stupidity. That and we all went to a boring as all get out Catholic school and Luke was always complaining about how 'boring the music was' at school dances, so Luke started a petition to get his band to play at their prom that year. And that to me is about as good of an idea as telling Owen anything you want to keep secret, but whatever. But, Luke got enough signatures to get our uptight principal to agree somehow, his band started playing, and things got a little too crazy. Or Luke did mostly and at one point got everyone to form a mosh pit in front of the stage and eventually tried to do a stage dive like the 'wannabe edgehead rockstar' he's always been. But, guess he totally overshot his jump and… yeah, a whole lot of 'yikes' happened, since the only people who technically 'caught him' were the Prom King and Queen and a trash can toward the back of the mosh pit. Then that turned into the Prom King getting a concussion, the Prom Queen breaking her nose, and Luke breaking his wrist and needing eleven stitches in his head. Well, dad was pissed after the principal told him about what Luke did and I just remember Luke sitting next to me in the truck with a bleeding gash in his head and his right wrist was looking more swollen than my hand after I put it into that glove of bullet ants during the race. And he just kept telling me 'how sick his band was'. Even if I was mostly just questioning if he also had a concussion or if his blood loss was making him lose it after seeing the Prom Queen holding a blood-covered towel over her nose, blood all over the front of her dress, and throwing a tantrum outside the school about how 'her whole life was ruined'. It was literal teenage stupidity, insanity, and chaos incarnate. Which coming from me is saying a lot considering I did reality TV for money and nearly died multiple times on it for almost 6 years."

I couldn't even laugh at Noah's last comment since I was just processing that whole story from Luke's prom until I finally got out, "Wait, seriously?! Just… wow. Did Luke get expelled for any of that?"

"Honestly, kinda surprised he didn't, but he just got suspended and put in detention every day after school by helping the custodian clean the bathrooms and locker rooms for the rest of the year. He probably would've been banned from walking at graduation too if it wasn't for dad playing hardball with the principal. That and considering Luke is a mostly harmless himbo and even to me getting him expelled would be taking it too far. Especially comparing him to Adam and Ben, yeah, totally harmless."

I was about to say something about 'all of that' until the DJ went on the mic and started, "Alright, now that dinner is officially over, I just have a couple of quick announcements. For anyone interested in desserts and coffee, those are available at the refreshment table for the rest of the night and the bar is open until midnight. So, with that out of the way, welcome to the Annual Metropolitan Prom Charity Gala! Thank you all for your donations and let's get the music going and open up the dance floor! Let's take us all the way back to '99 with this first song!"

Then without hardly skipping a beat, I immediately heard Noah remark, "Wow, 'all the way back' to when I was 9. Yeah, nothing 'takes me back' like a time when I had zero cash and couldn't even drive."

I couldn't even stop myself from laughing.

Oh yeah, I'm definitely glad I got to have this experience with Noah.

But, right after I finished off my drink, I was surprised when I looked next to me and saw Noah's hand come into view as he started, "So… wanna dance?"

My eyes went wide as I looked up and saw Noah giving me a slight smile.

Wait… Noah willingly is asking to dance with me?

I thought he wouldn't want to dance unless he absolutely had to. Then I realized my shock was pretty apparent as he started, "Why? Is this really that shocking? I thought me looking like a total doofus in the 'air guitar' contest would've made this not seem like a stretch."

I quirked up an eyebrow still as he continued to hold his hand out to me as I questioned, "Well… isn't it? I know you're not a 'dancing' kind of guy at all."

"Yeah, but… you like to dance. Besides, it's not gonna kill me for one night." He responded, immediately catching me off guard. I almost felt like I pretty much swallowed my tongue for a second as I was just taking 'that' in, especially since he was giving me his usual eyebrow waggle and smirk as he kept standing next to me and holding out his hand to me.

My shock still hadn't worn off completely, but… I also didn't want to pass up this opportunity for anything. So, I tried to push it back and just took his offer (along with his hand) and couldn't stop myself from smiling like an idiot and pulled him along to the dance floor.

Okay, this is seriously the best night of my entire life.

3 hours later

The prom was winding down, so the DJ was mostly focusing on a lot of slow songs… and I was not complaining.

Even though I was still shocked by how much Noah danced with me this whole night.

But, can you blame me?

I've known Noah and talked to him long enough by now to know that this kind of situation isn't really 'his scene'... at all.

Considering he's consistently told me stories of him trying to find someplace at weddings to 'lay low' to keep his mom and sisters from finding him and making him dance with them.

So, the fact that he's been dancing with me for the past 3 hours has honestly shocked me since I was prepared to try and pretty much persuade him into only a couple of dances. But, between a coffee and dessert break at the refreshment table and a bathroom break, Noah has been dancing with me pretty much the entire time... Again, I'm shocked.

But, at the same time, do I really care to question it? Nope, absolutely not.

Especially not right now since slow dancing with Noah is probably my new favorite thing in existence.

I had my fingers on both hands interlocked behind his neck as I rest my head against his chest, trying to ignore something.

Despite him making that something very difficult to not think about with his on my waist and his chin resting on my head.

Yup! Best night of my entire life. I was just trying to focus on 'the moment' right now until I felt Noah take his chin off my head as he leaned closer to my ear so I could hear him over the music, "Uh… Emma?"

Almost reflexively, I backed away slightly to be able to look at him.

Then I was almost getting concerned when I looked up and saw him biting his bottom lip and looking nervous… which was now making me concerned and nervous as I prodded, having zero idea what was going on, "Noah? Are you… okay?"

He was still barely looking at me right now, almost like he had a look of crippling hesitation mixed with slight regret.

Almost thinking out loud at this point, I just expressed in total weirded-out confusion as I let my hands drop a little, "Uh, Noah, honestly, you're kinda freaking me out right now. Is something 'wrong' or?..."

Almost instantly, he reached up and grabbed my hands and said, "No! I mean, I guess…"

He paused for a second and looked off to the side before almost saying out of frustration to himself as he rolled his eyes in self-annoyance, "Ugh, why is this so hard?!"

But, before I could even react, he finally straightened up a little and looked back at me before saying, "Emma, there was another reason why I got the tickets for this. I was kinda hoping it was gonna help make this easier, but obviously, I'm still miserably failing worse than any of my brothers on any standardized test they've ever taken in their lives. I… there's just something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. Nothing bad! Or I…"

I could tell he was doing his 'out loud overthinking' thing again that I haven't seen him do much since the race and when we first started dating. So, I decided I needed to intervene for the sake of his sanity and my anxiety as I cut him off, "Noah, do you want to sit for this?"

Almost immediately, I could tell he was already silently thanking me for stopping him from 'word vomiting', as he nodded immediately in agreement and we both walked off the dance floor to this sitting area with sofas off to side of the ballroom.

No one else was over there anyway since everyone else either left earlier, went to get drinks at the bar before it closed in five minutes, or were still on the dance floor, so… it was just us right now.

We both sat on this two-seat sofa in the corner as Noah squeezed my right hand that he was still holding (making me realize we never let go completely of each other's hands this whole time), making me look back up at him.

But, wanting to make sure everything was okay, I lifted my free hand to the side of his face and started, "Noah, it's okay. Whatever you want to say, it's fine. Just tell me what's going on, okay?"

This felt so weird.

We haven't had a conversation like this since that first night he was at my apartment when we had that very deep and awkward conversation after our equally deep and suddenly awkward make out session.

The same night that made me immediately made an appointment with a gynecologist to get an IUD.

Sure, I've tried really hard to take it slow with Noah since then, but that first night… things escalated way too fast and would have probably went way further if Noah didn't blurt out he was a virgin in the middle of it to kill the mood completely.

Because as painfully awkward as that situation was, it needed to happen to have us slow things down.

I never felt attracted to anyone as much as I feel attracted to Noah, even with Jake I didn't feel anything close to this.

Which for me was all the more reason to make sure I was prepared and put on some kind of birth control as soon as possible.

Sure Noah had to go away to compete on Total Drama almost immediately after, but… I wasn't going to take any chances. Besides, I still wanted to get on that so fast to avoid living my life out of the order that I wanted it to go in.

Because would I like to have kids with Noah?

Ugh… yes.

However, NOT right now.

I'm in law school and right now, the order I want to live in is to first graduate from law school, then pass my Barrister Licensing and Solicitor Licensing Examinations, move in with Noah, and then marriage and kids come after that in that order.

So, a seven-year IUD sounded like a great option to me right now.

Now, I am fully prepared for anything that could happen with Noah on my end… or what I'm hoping will happen tonight.

But, right now, I was still trying to figure out what he wanted to tell me.

Eventually, he looked up at me after letting out a sigh before saying, "Emma, I'm gonna be honest here. I never thought I'd be anywhere near where I am right now. A year ago, I just wanted to earn some easy cash on TV and disappear from the world. Because… I didn't care. I would've been fine locking myself alone somewhere and finally building computers and playing and designing video games with out my parents breathing down my neck like I always wanted. But, then Owen signed us up to do the race together and as I was just looking at the list of flights on the coach bus and wondering what gross seat on whatever vacuum germ tube of a plane I was going to be put in first, I saw you and Kitty get on the bus. You were reading a book as Kitty kept trying to ask you to take a selfie with you. I know we didn't really talk or anything until a quarter of the way through the race, but every time we were on a bus or plane or whatever… I always saw you reading a book… and I always noticed that to the point that I even thought about you when you weren't even around. Then when I saw you stick that landing in Romania after Owen was 'being Owen', I had no idea what was going on with me. I never had a crush on anyone before and at first I honestly hated it, but… I also didn't. All I wanted to do was be around you, talk to you… I felt like a drooling idiot slowly losing my mind yet I also didn't care at all. Then after the race was over, I still couldn't stop. All I did was think about you. I wanted to talk to you, be around you… and that I didn't want to give any of that up. And… I still don't want to give any of that up with you now either because… I love you, Emma… a lot. Honestly, I've never felt or even cared about anyone like this until you. But, look, I get if this truth bomb was kind of a lot and I just totally killed this night now, but…"

"Noah." I cut in, finally feeling like I got control of myself after being in a 'Noah Daze' just now.

But, this one was different… very different.

Noah looked at me and I decided to just go for it as I leaned in and kissed him. But, I was really trying to keep myself under control as I pulled away and saw him just looking at me in what I can only describe as confused shock.

Or he was until I finally said, "Noah… I love you too."

Almost on reflex, I couldn't help myself from smiling a little like a total idiot as I smoothed my thumb over his cheek. At first, his eyes went wide in shock for a second before smiling back. Then it looked like he was going to try and lean back in, but I stopped it.

Even though it was really hard to not kiss him again, I wasn't about to waste this opportunity to finally make my strategic move.

And this was the perfect moment.

Noah looked at me in confusion as he started, "Wait, I said I loved you and then you said you love me so… am I not following something here? Or am I as stupid as my brother Adam trying to do a keg stand in the flatbed of a moving pickup truck right now?"

Right then, I went for it as I started, "No, it's nothing about that, its just… let's just say you weren't the only one with an 'ulterior motive' tonight. I was going to wait until we were on our way out, but… it's almost over here anyway. So, guess now is as good a time as any, right?"

I scooted closer to him (Noah still looking totally confused). Even though I was still nervous, I also couldn't help myself from feeling excited right now about kind of hanging this over him a little.

I leaned into his ear before saying, "I'm ready if you are if you want to go back to your place."

I tried to make sure to put emphasis on 'ready' to give him the hint about where I wanted this night to go right now.

As I pulled back, he still looked confused until it looked like the realization 'hit him' as I saw his eyes go wider than I've ever seen them go as he looked right at me and said, "Wait, is 'ready' being defined in the way that I think it is right now?"

I had to stop myself from letting out a laugh as I tried to respond as normally as possible, despite being so nervously excited about finally having going to the next level with him that I wanted to pretty much explode right now.

But, I kept my cool as I smiled and said, "Yes, I'm ready." "As in 'ready right now', 'ready'?" He immediately questioned, almost like he didn't believe what I was saying.

This time I really couldn't stop myself from letting out an amused laugh as I confirmed, "Yes, that."

Although, as I was saying that, I immediately added, "Wait, before we go back, do we need to get 'anything'?"

Look, I may be on birth control, but I want to make sure we're prepared on both sides if we can help it right now.

UGH, why didn't I think about this sooner?!

It looked like Noah was confused for a split second until it looked like what I said hit him as he said, "No! It's cool. I'm covered back at my place… on that… stuff. We're good."

Eventually, I reached out and held his other hand as I started, smiling slightly, "Well, like I said, I'm ready whenever you are."

20 minutes later

(Noah's POV)

Dude, I can't believe this is finally happening...

Sure, I will never tell her the main reason I already had condoms back at my place was because of my dad.

Not like I knew or he even said anything. I was looking in the drawer of this nightstand he made me to go with my bed and all I saw was a box of condoms with a note on it that made me die a little inside that said:

Knock yourself out.

-Dad

But, whatever, I'm not gonna question it or think about my dad right now. Because despite feeling like I was gonna hurl, I want this with Emma so bad that it is painfully pathetic.

And now… its finally happening.

Emma told me she loves me back, she said she's ready, she's in the mood, and I will do literally whatever she wants right now.

Honestly, I'm just hoping I don't embarrass myself or ruin this like I always feel like I do around her since Emma turns me into a totally pathetic mess of a human being.

But, like I even admitted to her… I also don't care. Because she's worth it.

So... worth it.

Finally, we got into my apartment and almost tripped over Casper on the way in as I started, semi-jokingly, "Whoa tabletop, I don't want to break an ankle right now, alright?"

But, after running in circles around Emma and I a couple of times to spastically say hi like he usually does, he just jumped up on the couch.

Good boy.

The last thing I want is for anything to ruin this with Emma.

We barely got into my bedroom not long after as Emma pulled me in and kissed me and I felt her tugging on my jacket as we started making out to take it off. Then I heard a zipper and glanced just in time as I saw her taking off her dress.

Dude…

I was really trying to keep it cool as I was starting to help her take off my vest, tie, and shirt.

But, it was already becoming a mess. I had no idea where we even were in my room when Emma pushed me into a wall as we kept making out in the moment and putting our hands anywhere and everywhere we could on eachother.

Again, dude… This is crazy.

I can't believe this is actually happening.

Emma and I are about to finally have sex… and nothing is going to stop this if it literally almost kills me.

I could feel her trying to undo my belt, button, and zipper on my pants as I was trying to get us over to my bed as fast as possible.

Sure, I knew I was maybe being a little too eager, but… Who cares?!

I love her and I want her so bad that it's equally as pathetic so, again… Who cares?!

But, right as I turned and tried to lead her with me toward my bed, I immediately felt my left heel catch on something and I immediately lost balance, my ankle twisted, and then I felt something pop that immediately made me grunt in pain as I fell on the ground and Emma fell right on top of me.

Which normally I wouldn't totally complain about, but I was biting my lip as my ankle felt like it was throbbing.

No…

AGH, LIFE WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?!

Seriously?! Emma and I are about to have sex and I bust up my ankle in the stupidest way possible?!

Then I felt like I was going to crap myself in existential dread when Emma noticed and asked, sounding concerned (probably hearing the loud as all-get-out 'pop' from my ankle when clipped my heel on what I realized was the leg on my desk), "Noah? Are you okay?"

Look, just suck it up and ignore it. DON'T ruin this!

Even though my ankle felt like it was burning and throbbing now, I didn't want to ruin this with Emma.

"I'm fine!" I said with a forced smile, even though I could tell I wasn't fooling her for a second.

Then I really wanted to die when she said, although now looking really concerned, "Noah, I heard something. What happened? Are you sure you're okay?"

Dammit…

Noah, NO! Lie! Say you're fine!

I continued to push through the pain as I sat up and said, trying to not make a big deal, "Seriously, I'm fine. I think my heel clipped the leg on my desk. I just tweaked my ankle a little. I'll be fine. Seriously."

Emma kept almost 'looking through me' as she got off me and looked at my ankle before looking at me and saying, "Noah, I'm taking you to a hospital."

Crap… Look, just suck it up and say you're fine! Walk it off! I slide back and put my hands up as I said, "What? No seriously, I'm fine! I just gotta walk it off and…"

Right as I got up and tried to walk toward my bed, I yelped as my ankle burned and pulsed in severe pain and immediately gave out on me as I fell on the ground again and reflexively held my ankle and grit my teeth in pain.

But, then I realized I messed up when I looked up and saw Emma standing half naked in front of me and just giving me a look of flustered concern and frustration.

And it wasn't hard to guess why since she was just watching her boyfriend (i.e. me) acting like a total moron just now.

Yup, I'm a total idiot.

Then she just closed her eyes, hung her head, and let out a sigh as she knelt down next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. She looked me right in the eye as she said, "Noah, we're going to the hospital… now."

Well… dammit.

Just when I thought I couldn't top blurting out I was a virgin during our first make-out session, I was dead wrong. Because I somehow hurt myself in the stupidest way possible after somehow dodging severe maiming and death on TV for YEARS.

Dude... Could this possibly get any more embarrassing right now?!

Okay… I'm assuming you all either hate me or at the very least enjoyed the slight trolling in a way that I threw in here. Either way, your opinions are valid and I understand if your opinions are of the former variety. Sorry, but also not sorry. Lol. XD But, for real, after what awkward disasters Noah and Emma are around eachother, did you honestly expect any different from something like this happening when the night was already going too perfect for these two? Well, at least Noah and Emma confessed how they felt before Noah accidentally hurt his ankle after barely getting into foreplay and then had to have Emma help take him to the hospital to totally kill the mood of their first time together. So, it looks like Noah and Emma's first time will have to be put on hold for a bit longer here. But, whether you love it or hate it, you have to admit that it is pretty in character for this awkward yet wholesome couple to have something like that happen to them Lol. XD Either way, as long as it's constructive, please let me know what you thought of the chapter! I'm genuinely very curious about this one. Haha. For real though, thank you all again for the billionth time for all the love, care, patience, and support you have given to this fanfic. You all have made writing this fic an absolute delight and I hope to continue to deliver to your expectations on the rest of the story.

Stay Classy!

Dexter1995