Sailor boy
Noel asked for a oneshot of a teenaged Emma sneaking off into town and meets Killian and they fall in love. Emma misses her curfew and gets into trouble. Later Snow comes into her room and asks if the boy was cute. This shocks Emma but she tells her yes. I've manipulated Killian's timeline a little here to match with Emma's.
Emma couldn't help the cheesy grin that plastered her face as she practically skipped home. She'd only been wanting to browse the village square and people watch. She'd gone down to the seafront to visit old Mr Shulman the fishmonger when she'd spotted him; the dashing sailor leaning casually against the Navy vessel…
He spotted her looking and smiled back.
"See something you like love?" He asked in an accent that made Emma's heart flutter. Emma was glad she had her hood up, it hid the blush that crept up her cheeks.
"Maybe." She answered, trying to sound as casual as possible. The sweet-talking sailor boy chuckled.
"Smooth, love. What's a pretty girl like you doing down here? Won't the sea breeze mess up your hair?" He teased. Emma pointed to her head.
"I'm wearing a hood smart guy. Besides, you're going to get yourself in trouble if someone catches you leaning against that ship. That's a Navy ship." Emma replied smugly. He just scoffed at her.
"I think I'll be ok seeing as my father's the Captain: Parker Jones. I'm his son Killian." He responded.
"Killian!" A rough voice came from on board the boat. "I don't give a damn if your father is our captain- get your arse off this boat you here?! Get up here and scrub the deck!" Emma folded her arms and gave him an "I told you so" look. Killian sighed.
"Coming Soules!" Killian looked back at her with a cocky smile.
"I guess party time is over. See you around, hood girl."
Now here Emma was, arriving home after her mysterious encounter with the sailor boy.
Emma was so caught up with her head in the clouds that she walked straight into her parents.
"And just where have you been?" Charming asked. Emma jumped. She clocked her parents and grimaced. Busted.
"Uh…"
"Don't even bother. Upstairs to your room. Grounded. One week."
"But…"
"No." Emma let out a frustrated breath but stomped up the stairs to her bedroom, there was no point in arguing with them. She flopped down on her bed and rolled onto her back. She began to daydream about Killian. She sighed. It was such a cute name…
Emma's daydream was interrupted by her mum knocking on her door.
"Yeah?" Emma asked, looking up lazily.
"Was he cute?" Snow asked. Emma tilted her head to the side, astounded. How could she possibly know?! Snow laughed and came and sat beside Emma on the bed.
"I know what a crush looks like." She responded to Emma's look. "Now come on, fess up." She said, gently poking Emma's shoulder. Emma blushed and looked down.
"Yeah." Emma admitted. Emma squealed excitedly.
"Well, you still shouldn't have snuck off today, but I'm glad you met him. Who knows, maybe you'll see him again."
"Yeah." Emma sighed. Maybe she would.