ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 <Oneshots>

Leaving Hatchetfield (Angst/Fluff)

Emma's POV

I never thought that I would see myself on a plane leaving a small town that I thought I would do my living and dying there. The future had more strange plans ahead of me, or should I say ahead of us? Apparently I am sitting next to supposedly 'Ben Bridges', instead I know him as Paul, Paul Mathews. The man that didn't like musicals and ordered just a black coffee. In my mind, I'd always thought we would say just casuals only talking when we saw each other. The future planned something else. 

"I don't think I can recover from this ever knowing that we can't get therapy for this." Paul said. His stared straight ahead.

"Shit you're right." I agreed with him not wanting to do that much of small talk.

"You know I actually liked Hatchetfield. I've been here my entire life." Paul admitted turning his head now over to me.

"I could say the last part but not the first. My entire life in Hatchetfield is like one bad memory. My sister died here, family not wanting to stay in contact with me, high school, the rudest customers, literally everything. I'm so glad I am leaving this horrific, always infected town but a part of me is going to miss it. I don't want to but- it is what I've always wanted since I started my freshmen year of high school."

"One thing I won't miss is that stupid Starlight theater and those aliens. Everyone that we know is fucking gone." When those words hit Paul, I could see the tears begin to build up in his light blue eyes.

"All my friends are gone, my family, coworkers, my favorite places, the memories... they're all gone now."

Paul broke into tears. He covered his mouth with his hand not wanting to be loud. I don't think he knows that we are the only ones on this military plane but Paul can do Paul. On the other note I could feel for him. Everyone and everything is gone. The only thing I am actually going to miss is going to Jane's grave everyday. The routines I now used to do everyday are gone. That is when it hit me. Paul and I are the only ones from Hatchetfield alive.

I lay my hand on Paul's which was laying on his leg.

"Not everything is gone, you know?" I say. Paul looks up. 

"We only have each other... we are the only ones left Emma." Paul breaks even more.

I didn't know how to feel at this moment of time. There was a feeling still. I don't know how to describe it. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close to my body. His warmth calmed me down but not nearly enough. Tears still came rushing down my face. Paul slowly wrapped his arms around my waist but then tightly bringing me closer to him.

Paul's POV

I felt her touch trace shapes on back. It was soothing in fact. It is strange to think that we are the only people left of Hatchetfield and we are leaving it. The only time I have been out of town is when I went to New York City and I hated it. Now we are going to Chicago. People are going to know us as Ben Bridges and Kelly. I still didn't get Emma's fake last name but I'll ask her later. Right now I just need her with me. I don't think we ever talked about our feelings for each other. I would love to but she's probably already drained from this whole alien musical thing. 

We pulled away.

"You know I still haven't got my kiss right?" She joked laughing.

Screw what I just thought. 

"You're not going to spit blood in my face again, right?" I ask chuckling to myself.

"I won't Paul, I promise."

The space between us immediately closed and it just felt like I was flying. This whole alien thing seemed fake and nothing mattered anymore. All that mattered was Emma, my Emma Perkins.