The Art of Love (TPN High School AU)

~70 Followers Special~

DISCLAIMER: EVENTS IN STORY ARE NOT CANON TO TIMELINE

Well, maybe.... Depends on what happens eh?

ANYWAYS, TYSM FOR 70, erm 69, but it'll be 70 soon! So, I decided to write a one-shot based on this AU, what if everyone lived but Noah? I ain't confirming nor denying if thats the canon finale.

Ages:

Emma: 21

Ray: 22

Norman: 22

Aiden: 22

Emma's POV:

I was standing in the beautiful prairie. Everything appeared to be normal, and nothing seemed bad. I felt my long hair swaying in the wind. I took a breath in on the blooming Spring air. Ever since I finally married the love of my life, I have had a relaxing life. Perhaps a bit too relaxing.

But again, it was a bit too relaxing because Ray was there. He was the love of her life. He was the most important thing that has ever happened to her. She was eternally grateful that number one, Aiden actually managed to survive over 40 years and find himself a husband, and number two, Ray was actually the vice-president of the Lamaba business. His intellect has to go somewhere.

I sat down and took a deep breath, taking in all of the fresh air that was being released by the trees at this time of the year. Early spring happens to be one of my favorite times of the year. Having finally existed over forty years of life, she has seen enough. Pain, suffering, and death. The scene where Noah dies replayed in my head, and it was enough to make me cry. I fucking hate that stupid ass storm for ruining our futures.

Suddenly, I felt a hug from behind. I smiled as I leaned into his touch. From the day I met Ray, he always knows when I am suffering and figures out ways to fix my problems. That's one of the reasons I married that man.

He sat down next to me as he wrapped his arm around my back, holding it firmly. I gave out a relieved sigh as I leaned into his shoulder. He's been doing this with me ever since I was taken to Gracefield at age three. He knows exactly what's wrong and why.

"My love, what's bothering you this time? You suddenly went from being joyus to grim. Thinking about when one of our friends died?"

I sighed. One of the perks of practically being soulmates is being able to see through each other like glass. I felt him slowly rubbing comforting strokes on my back as he leaned his head on top of mine. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

"I was thinking about how much suffering we have gone through. Especially Noah's death. He saved Aiden and Norman, but at the cost of his life. Then, we had those damn homophobes. I am glad they came to their senses when they met Norman and Aiden, seeing how happy they looked together."

He turned to me and smiled.

"Yeah, I am glad that Oliver and the others are on our side. In fact, I wonder where we would be without our friends? I guess we would have been gone long ago, especially Aiden, myself, and Norman. We would've died young"

"Thanks Ray, you made me feel better."

He lifted my chin up and leaned in a little. I could feel my face growing hot due to knowing exactly what will happen, but I don't give two fucks. I love him, that's really all that matters.

"I am glad to know that, being your husband."

He quickly leaned into my lips, giving me a quick peck before releasing and resting his head on my shoulder. I smiled while closing my eyes, enjoying the moment.