Chapter 15

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Killian's POV

Emma got a call from her brother last night and I still dont know wether she is staying or not. I really dont want her to go, but if she has to go I will try to see my friend cause that what friends are for. I then noticed Emma was just sitting outside on the steps of my house and I went and sat beside her.

"Hey Swan. You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah Im fine. Im actually great. Though David and I still arent sure what we are doing just yet." Emma says.

"What do you mean? I thought he called you cause he decided what to do." I say.

"Yeah me too. Though it turned out to be a call about the pros and cons of staying and the pros and cons for leaving. So we both had to go over alot, but I just kept saying the same things for con if I leave and they were the pros for if I say." She says.

"Let me guess. Your girl group, The soccer team, and Neal?" I question.

"Well your close. Just take away the Neal and add..... Nothing. Anyway things with Neal havent been good. He found out Im staying with you and he keeps texting me. He keeps saying until I leave you house all I am is a two faced ungrateful whore." She says.

"What an idiot. You know he is all talk and has no action. I think you would be better off with some else. Someone who can see you for you and who really knows you. Someone who can just know you well enough to know when things are bad they will help you. Neal just isnt that person for you Swan. I can see that, your friends can see it, everyone at school sees it, and even the whole town sees it." I say.

Before she could say anything her brother David pulled up. I gave them a moment to talk. Once they did Emma came back in and said nothing. About an hour or so later she came back with her small amount of stuff. She walked to the without a word so I gently grabbed her arm. She face me and before I could say anything she kissed me. I kissed her back and she pulled away and just walked out and got into her brother's car. What the hell! Is she staying? Is she leaving? What did the kiss mean? As those thoughts bounced in my head I placed my fingers to my lips and smiled at least I have something to remember her by. The touch of her soft lips.

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