The Pirate and The Princess ~CaptainSwan AU

Prologue

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Meet Emma Swan: 20 years old, a closed off loner who the guys can't keep their eyes off.

A closed off, walled up loner who's body is the only thing most guys admire.

And she knows it.

A loner, a blonde, but not stupid.

With her golden locks, emerald green eyes, and curved figure, she's the one they all want. The one nobody has succeeded at getting in bed with. Her glasses, while normally would be considered nerdy, seem only to attract more men to her who she just wants to leave her the hell alone.

Sassy, funny, kind, but nobody really pays attention to her personality. Nobody takes the time to get to know her. None but one exception- her best and only friend, Mary-Margret.

She's known her since high school and truly believes she is the only person who appreciates her for who she is.

Emma is quiet, and nervous, but nobody even bothers to care. Nobody ever bothers to see past her outer shell.

After upsetting experiences in high school, Emma never really opened herself up to anybody again. Never let herself trust.

New York High. That's where the walls she already had from her early childhood grew like skyscrapers. All the classmates, the bullies, the teachers who frowned at her every move. All the guys who broke her heart. The loneliness of taking her lunch to the library because she had no friends to sit with.

Although she easily could've asked Mary-Margret to join her, or even just sat with her at lunch, Mary-Margret had other friends and Emma never wanted to be a burden. She always made up some sort of excuse to miss lunch so that her only friend could enjoy herself with others.

Emma knew every single person in her grade's name, and yet somehow, Mary-Margret was the only one who seemed to know hers.

When Emma walked down the halls, she was ignored, invisible, unless she was being harassed. She was given no apologies when people shoved past her or knocked her books out of her hands.

She was the nobody that was only noticed to be pushed around or shoved into a locker.

None of the girls wanted to be her friend, and even if they did, Emma probably wouldn't have let them in anyway. Shred grown too guarded, too much of a loner. Mary-Margret was a rare exception.

Boys would convince her they cared, only to try and use her then toss her aside. After high school, Emma became even more closed off and protective of herself, never letting herself open to anybody.

The first year of college was even worse than high school. At least in high school, she knew the people who pushed her around and could report them to the office or talk to a teacher about it. At NYU she felt even more isolated and alone.

In a way, it was similar, though. None of the girls wanted to be her friend, and all of the guys just wanted to get in her pants. Same old, same old.

Instead of going out and having fun, most of Emma's time was taken up by schoolwork which she engrossed herself in. She most often woke up and fell asleep with papers, textbooks, and her laptop all over the bed.

And so Emma Swan worked her ass off, night and day on her studies, never taking the time to herself. Never taking the time to enjoy her friends because her roommate Mary-Margret is the only one she has, and she has a life of her own.

Emma was working her way towards a theater major, drama being her passion. Ever since she was a little girl it had been her dream to grow up and have the world know her name. Then she'd show all the people who made fun of her and pushed her around that she could make something of herself.

Emma Swan would be entering her second year of college at NYU with her only friend and she couldn't be more thrilled.

Note the sarcasm.

Meet Killian Jones: 22 years old, an extremely attractive lover of the sea and everything about it with a thick Irish accent.

He's the guy every girl wants, heck he's the guy every guy wants.

While every girl he's met at some point tried to get in his pants, at the very least they try to get to know him, to understand him.

Dark, tousled hair that he flips out of his face from time to time, eyes a blue so bright, so hypnotizing, that to look into them is to be ensnared in an endless maze. His body built tough, his chest lean and firm, his shoulders broad and his jawline sharp.

It's easy to understand why the very sight of him turns heads in an instant.

He's the kind of guy who'll go through with a one night stand only if the desire is two-sided. Maybe somewhat of a playboy, but a gentleman all the same, one could say.

He's the kind of guy who doesn't like to cause trouble but will do anything to fit in.

Storybrooke High, Maine, was a tough place. Criticism spiking in every corner, judgment lurking over every movement, every action.

Killian was the popular one. He was the one with all the friends, all the perks, everything. But not the jerk kind of popular guy. Although those were the people he was surrounded by.

Killian was popular because of his association with the well known guys, by he was kind to the people around him. He was genuinely a good person that people wanted to hang out with. Although sometimes his mates could rub off on him.

Every lunch period, he and his little group of friends, his closest being a man named William, would gather at the same table to eat. They'd horse around, laugh, and talk. The one thing that bothered Killian was the way that his mates commented about the girls in the school. He never liked the way they looked at them like they'd take them right there.

He believes a lady deserves to be treated properly, with respect and kindness. With love and compassion.

He might not have been the jerk kind of popular guy, but some of his mates were straight up jackasses.

Killian made the most of his afternoons back in high school rehearsing for school plays. Since he was just a young lad, acting had been the one thing he wanted to pursue in his life.

Acting was a way for Killian to escape reality. With his upsetting early childhood, to be able to play somebody else for even just a moment, to live another life, to be a new person, it felt like a blessing.

After going to SU, Storybrooke University, for a year, Killian realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere with a career in acting if he continued there and decided to switch over to a different college- NYU.

Both Emma and Killian chose NYU because of something they have in common: their love and passion for acting.

New York is the home of broadway, the core of dreams come true.

They believed this would be their chance to make something of themselves.

And who's to stop two people, two believers, two dreamers, so adamant to make their dreams come true?