A Weird Type Of Love ❤️

           

           

[It was December 26, 8:30 AM. Last night, the Sherriff Station had their annual Xmas party. There was food, drinks, gifts, laughs, and good times. But for Neal and Emma, one good time they didn't expect...]

[Neal woke up, tired and disoriented. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the room, and noticed he was in Emma's cabin.]

Neal: (thinking) What the hell? Oh! My head is killing me!

[After rubbing his temples, he sat up and his eyes went wide.]

Neal: Emma?!

[He put his hand up to his head, and felt the throbbing pain. Watching Emma slowly get up, she kept her back turned towards Neal, put her hand up to her head and groaned.]

Emma: (groggy) What happened last night?

Neal: I don't know.

[As soon as Emma heard his voice she looked behind her, and saw Neal.]

Emma: Neal?!

[They both stared at each other and tried to remember what exactly happened the night before.]

Emma: Oh my God.

[Emma looked at his messy hair, and saw his jacket flung over her desk. She saw her shoes on the floor, Neal's pants by the door, and her bra hanging from the window rod.]

Emma: Did we?

Neal: I guess so.

[Emma sat up fully, and pulled the blanket tighter around her. Neal looked away, knowing she wouldn't appreciate him staring at her.]

Neal: Emma-

Emma: I think you should go.

[Neal said nothing and pulled on his clothes. He walked out of the room and Emma looked around. Rubbing her eyes she thought about what happened.]

[They were the only ones in the lounge. Sitting on the couch, Neal had what everyone had guessed to be his 8th beer. The same with Emma. They were on the borderline of tipsy and drunk, still having control over their decisions. Neal finished his beer, and set the bottle on the table. Emma looked at Neal, and got closer to him.]

Emma: (slightly slurring) Neal?

[Neal spoke in the same slurring voice as Emma.]

Neal: Yeah?

Emma: I had a great time tonight.

Neal: Me too.

[She smiled and looked at the clock.]

Emma: I should get going.

[She tried to stand up, but when she got to her feet, she instantly fell back, landing on Neal. They laughed hysterically, and their eyes met. Emma leaned in, letting her lips gently meet with Neal's. After a few seconds, she kissed him harder, and Neal felt her hands under his jacket. They stumbled onto her apartment.]

[Emma gathered her clothes off of the floor and stepped into the shower.]

Emma: (thinking) Oh Lord. I was the one who led him on.

[Even thought she was embarrassed by her behavior, last night was amazing. She had never been with someone so passionate before. She thought about all the other guys who have used her before, but Neal wouldn't do that. They were just looking for a one-night stand, but Neal wouldn't. They would be gone the next day and she'd never see them or hear for them again, but Neal wouldn't. She thought about the days she came in upset after those nights had happened, and Neal would always comfort her. He'd never say things like "You should know what happens by now." or "Serves you right for being such a slut.". But Neal would always say things like "Its okay, he's a huge jerk." and "If he cant see how great you are, then its his loss." But she could never figure out why he would tell her that, when he could just tell her off.]