Normily: After Effects

Nervous Announcement

Norman and Emily attempted to sneak out of the Alexandria house to get back to Normans trailer. They got through the yard in the dark, but crashed into a bunch equipment piled on the blocked off street. Emily froze and bit her lip. Norman glanced around before leading Emily to his trailer.

Upon entering they began giggling and kissed. There were two loud thuds that silenced their playtime. Andrew Lincoln leaned forward in the chair by the little table. He furrowed his brow.

"What the hell?" Andy said.

Nobody moved. Norman and Emily just stood in shock. Andrews face was like a stone. He rose and took a step towards them. Instinctively, Norman stepped in front of Emily. Norman would do anything to protect Emily. Anything.

"What? Norman said, attempting to act casual.

"What was that?"

"A kiss," Emily said.

"Why?" Andrew said.

"I love him."

Andrew's eyes grew as he registered what his alum had just said. He scratched his head and took a breath. Norman turned and gave Emily a questioning look. She shrugged. Emily loved him, why would this be difficult to tell the cast.

"And I love her," Norman steeled his voice.

"Okay," Andrew said, "We have to tell everyone."

"What?" Norman said.

"Yeah," Andy said laughing, "we have to."

"Now?"

"Time to pay the piper," Andrew said.

"Lauren may know already," said Emily.

"And Steven," said Norman.

"What!" Emily said, exasperated. She groaned and shook her head. The last thing Emily wanted was for everyone to find out so soon. She looked away Norman and Andrew. They all glanced back and forth between each other.

"Why not tell them now?" Norman said.

"It's late and I'm tired," Emily said.

Norman and Emily slept in his trailer. In the morning, Norman woke and made coffee. He sipped at his mug and glanced out the window. Outside it was sunny, but it was still dreadfully cold. It would be an uncomfortable shoot today; Norman had to shoot with Ross out away from Alexandria, and they were announcing everything at breakfast.

Emily still slept peacefully in Norman's bed. Her hair was slightly tousled and she had no makeup on. She was in one of Norman's button down shirts and shorts. Norman quietly walked over to the table and set down his cup. He went to his bed and laid a hand on Emily's shoulder. Emily stirred, but did not awake. Norman gently shook her. Emily's eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, beautiful," Norman said, "Sleep well?"

"No," Emily said.

"What's wrong?" Norman asked, concerned.

"I was nervous about telling everyone. I stayed awake, panicked at the idea of having to do this."

"You won't do it alone, Ems," Norman said, "I'll be right there with you, announcing the same thing."