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thejacketandthehook · 7 years ago

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CS is my Favorite Rom-Com

So, I’ve been in the mist of writing this particular story for almost two years. And I’m hoping that if I have support, I’ll be more motivated to finish it. So my story is based off of the movie Life As We Know It starring Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel. And below is the first chapter. I hope you enjoy.

A03

@searchingwardrobes

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He was late.

Emma Swan looked down at her wristwatch before sighing heavily and laying her head on the back of her chair. If it was any other guy, she would have just shrugged it off and moved on with her night, with her life. And if he showed up, she would have just slammed the door in his face and that would be that.

But with him it was different. This blind date was different than any other, only because her best friend set it up.

Elsa Arendelle was Emma's best friend and closet companion. They have been through so much together. Emma knew she could depend on Elsa for anything, big or small, and vice versa. But Elsa knew that when it came to dating, to let Emma do her own thing and be there with the Netflix and chocolate if things didn't work out. But when she suggested a blind date, Emma was hesitate, as was her nature.

"He's perfect for you Emma. Honestly, I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before," she told Emma a week ago, when the idea popped into her head. They were watching some show where the lead actor had amazing blue eyes. Emma was gushing about them when Elsa piped up that her boyfriend's brother, Killian, had amazing blue eyes too.

"He's exactly what you need, Emma He's smart, well-educated, a total hottie. He's a catch, really."

"If he's such a catch, why isn't he with anyone?"

She shrugged. "Maybe 'cause he's waiting to meet you," the hopeless romantic replied.

Elsa got Emma on board, and Elsa's boyfriend, Liam, spoke to Killian, who was willing to go on the date. Now it was a week later, and the date was suppose to start an hour ago.

Emma wanted to forget the whole thing entirely, sick of ignoring Elsa's endless questions of "How is it???" via text and of wearing that pale pink dress. Her heels were kicked off long ago, and she was in fact eating a pop tart when her doorbell finally rang.

She walked slowly to the door, so slowly in fact that it rang again. "Oh, now you're in a hurry?" she muttered under her breath as she reached the doorknob. Opening it, she saw who must be Killian Jones on the other side. He was handsome, no way around that. He had pitch-black hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a leather jacket, a button-down shirt under a waistcoat, with tight black jeans and boots. Emma hated to admit that he certainly was her type, but the fact that he was ridiculously late was a turnoff. And his smirk did nothing to cheer her up.

"You must be Emma Swan," he said in a British accent. She wasn't surprised, since she knew Liam came from London.

"And you're Killian?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her. She was only speaking to him because he was Liam's brother and Elsa set this up. Otherwise, she would have told him to go screw himself and shut the door in his face.

His smirk got more wicked, and Emma had to fight the urge to slam the door in his face. "I am that, lass. So are you ready?"

"I've been ready," Emma replied before turning to put on her heels and grab her purse.

"Oh? Am I late?"

"Only an hour." She closed the door and wondered why she didn't just have Killian meet her at the restaurant.

"Really?" he sounded surprised as he looked at his watch. "Oh. Looks like I am. Sorry, love."

"It's Emma," she said sternly as they walked.

"I know."

"Not love. Not lass. Em-ma."

"I do know how to pronounce your name," he replied, more harshly than he probably intended.

"But apparently you can't read a clock?"

He shrugged. "I lost track of time, so sue me."

"What do you do that you would lose track of time that badly?" she asked as he walked over to a motorcycle. "Where's your car?"

He patted the seat of the bike. "Don't own one. But I do have this lovely lass." He held out a helmet towards her. "Here."

"No way. There is no way I can get on that bike." A part of Emma actually wanted to jump on that bike, but considering that up until now he was nothing but an ass to her, she wouldn't go near that thing, even if he paid her. "Look at me! I'm not exactly dressed for a motorcycle."

He made a show of looking her up and down. She rolled her eyes. "I don't see the problem," he said.

"I can't get my legs across that damn thing. No way, we're taking my car."

She turned around and walked towards the yellow Volkswagen. He put the helmet back in the compartment and walked towards her. "Are you being serious?"

"Yes, I can't get on that bike. So I'll drive." She opened her car door and got in. Leaning over, she unlocked his door and he opened it before getting in as well. "So, where are we going?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "You didn't pick out a place?"

"I thought you did."

"Well, wherever, I'm flexible."

She was sure that if she said that, he would have made an innuendo. However, she continued with "How about Granny's?"

"Yep. Sounds good."

Emma pulled out of her spot as she said, "You're new in town, aren't you?"

"Aye. Just moved in a couple of weeks ago."

"You were telling me earlier about where you worked. And why you were so distracted you lost track of time."

"I'm a bartender. But I didn't work tonight."

Emma's eyes narrowed and suddenly her detective skills were going off. "So what got you so distracted?"

"Do you always ask a hundred questions? Am I being interrogated?"

"I am a cop."

He immediately put his seatbelt on. "Are you really?"

"Yes. Now answer the question."

That damn smirk was back. "I don't think I need to answer a question without a lawyer present."

"Should we call Elsa now or later?"

"How do you know Elsa?" he asked, trying to distract her.

"She's my best friend. Answer the question, what got you so distracted you were an hour late?"

"Your best friend and my brother, hmmm." Once again he dodged the actually question and instead changed the topic. His list of offensives was getting longer and longer. "We might be seeing more of each other in the future."

Emma huffed against the seat, hating the fact that he kept dodging her questions, but also that he was right. With how serious Elsa and Liam were getting, it was painfully obvious that she and Killian were going to see more and more of each other. Something that she was starting to regret.

He never answered her question on why he was so late, but if she had to guess it was because he was with another woman. Halfway through their meal, he got a call and though he was whispering, she heard him say the words "love" and "10:30," so she figured he was making more plans with another woman. Emma wanted once more to just walk out on him, but she owed Elsa everything. And though this date with this jerk was not enough to pay her back for everything Elsa has done for her, Emma figured that right now it was least she could do.

However, when he had her pay half of the bill, Emma realized she never wanted to see Killian Jones again.

When they finally got back to her apartment, he jumped out of the car without a glance back and hopped on his bike. Not a minute later, his engine was roaring and he was tearing down the street. Emma, still in her car, shook her head and pulled out her phone.

"Hello?"

"How in hell did you think he was right for me?!" Emma finally asked the question that was burning in her mind for the last hour and a half.

"It didn't go well?"

"That's putting it mildly. It was disastrous. If I ever see him again, it'll be too soon."

One Year Later

Emma wiped the tear off her cheek as she watched Elsa and Liam kiss for the first time as husband and wife. The ceremony was beautiful, Elsa looked gorgeous, and Liam looked so handsome in his tux. They had a huge wedding, with well over two hundred people in attendance. It wasn't exactly what Emma would have picked out, but this wasn't about her. It was about Elsa and Liam and their start of happily ever after. Not that Emma truly believed in happily-ever-afters, but if she did, she would totally believe it for her best friend and her now husband.

"Pictures!" Anna, Elsa's younger sister, yelled grabbing her boyfriend's arm and pulling him towards the bride and groom later when everyone arrived at the reception hall. Elsa was Emma's closet friend, so of course she knew Anna and her quirkiness. Anna was four years younger than Elsa, and at the ripe age of 18 felt she was indestructible. Then again, Anna always was reckless in the most innocent of ways, if such a thing was possible. She looked nothing like her older sister. Anna had light brown hair, almost ginger, with great big green eyes and freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. Elsa and Emma looked more like sisters, both tall and thin with striking blonde hair. Only, Elsa's was natural while Emma's was dyed.

"Hans," Anna said to her boyfriend, pushing him close to Liam. "Stand here, next to the groom and I'll stand over here!" She picked up her dress and ran to the other side of the bride, whose smile could light a city at this point. The four of them smiled for the photographer before he asked for family and then the bride and groom party.

Emma stood next to Elsa, being her maid-of-honor and all, and hugged her quickly. "Oh, I wish you and Liam every chance of happiness."

"Thank you, Emma," she replied pulling back. "I'm so happy you are here."

"Where else would I be on my best friend's wedding day?"

Elsa's smile could not be contained and she once more grabbed Emma in a tight hug. The photographer snapped his photo of this, and years later this picture would be next to Emma's nightstand. But for now, it was a sweet moment between two close friends.

When they pulled apart, Elsa and Emma turned when they heard someone coughing delicately next to them. "Killian!" Elsa said happily, wrapping her arms around her new brother-in-law. Emma knew Killian was going to be there, it wasn't a shock. He was, after all, the groom's brother and best man. Their reunion was more like a moment of dread.

"Elsa, beautiful as always," he smiled at her, totally ignoring Emma (who was kind of okay with that, but at the same time hating him all the more).

"Oh, Killian, thank you. And where's Milah?"

"Oh, somewhere around. I'll find her in a bit."

"Killian, you remember Emma."

Killian turned to look at Emma for the first time since he walked up. Emma tried to remain stone face, to make sure that nothing gave away how much she wanted to smack him. Though that night was long over, Emma would never forget just how plain rude he was to her, like she didn't matter in the long run, so why bother?

Killian, meanwhile, smiled at her. "Emma. Of course. How are you?"

She was so not going to make small talk with him. "Fine."

His smile faded a bit, and he quirked an eyebrow.

"Picture!" the photographer said.

Killian winked at her (the nerve!) before walking towards Liam. The photographer wanted Liam and Elsa in the middle of the group, men behind the women. And since Emma was the maid-of-honor and Killian was the best man, he of course stood right behind her.

"You look great," he whispered in her ear. His breath made goosebumps on her neck and shoulder and she hated him more.

"Shut up," she muttered back.

"I'm just trying to be a gentleman, Swan, no need to get your panties in a twist."

She wanted to roll her eyes so badly. He thought he was all charm, didn't he? Say something charming, give a wink, and girls will just fall at his feet. Well, not this girl.

"You, sir, are no gentleman."

"I'm wounded."

"Okay, everyone smile!" the photographer yelled when everyone was in place.

It would have been a beautiful shot if Killian hadn't decide at that moment to pitch Emma on the ass.

She shrieked, making everyone look at her, and hit Killian repeatedly with her bouquet as the jerk smiled.

Two Years Later

Emma bounded up the three steps, a present wrapped in her arms. Using her keys, she opened the door to Elsa and Liam's house, smiling as she heard the music and chatter coming from the backyard. Placing the keys back in her purse, Emma made her way, greeting people she knew as she walked. When she finally saw Elsa, Emma shrieked with happiness and ran over, placing the present on a table as she went.

"Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?" Emma happily asked as she noticed the baby in Elsa's arms.

"Emma! You made it!" Elsa said, giving Emma a kiss on the cheek before handing the baby to Emma.

"Of course I did! I wasn't going to miss my godson's first birthday!" Emma snuggled the baby closer, and since he saw Emma frequently, he didn't cry but instead smiled at his godmother. "Oh, Henry, how big you've gotten!"

Elsa rubbed her tired arms. "Oh Emma, you only saw him two days ago."

"And he's gotten so big! I'm telling you, you may need to start putting him in 14 months. He's tall, like his mommy."

Henry, tired of being held, started to squirm in Emma's arms. She gently put him down on the grass. He slowly stood up and took a few steps before falling knees first into the grass. Undeterred, he got back up and tottered away.

"He looks just like his father," Elsa said before sitting in a chair.

Emma sat down beside her. It's true that Henry had his father's dark brown hair and nose, but he certainly got his mother's ears and smile. "Where did the brown eyes come from?"

"Liam's father. Apparently he had brown eyes."

"Apparently?"

"Liam and Killian's father abandoned them. I told you that. Didn't I?"

Emma shook her head silently. She knew what it felt like to be abandoned, especially by a parent. For a moment, she let herself wallow in pity before shaking it off and smiling. This was a happy day, one for celebration. Not for remembering a dark past.

Emma looked around the spacious backyard. It was filled with people, and food, and birthday supplies, like blue and green balloons, and pirate ships. The theme was full on pirates, something that Liam insisted on. Since Liam worked by the ocean, and he and his brother grew up near it, it was no wonder that he loved it so. He wanted to get a house near the water, but there were none in their price range. Instead they found a lovely second story building that had a balcony that, off in the distance, one could see the water. It was clearly enough for Liam, since he hardly complained about wanting to move closer to the water.

Emma asked Elsa if she wanted anything to drink. "Some wine please." Then she whispered, "If I have to sit through this whole evening with a big smile, I'm going to need something to tie me over."

Emma grinned before patting her friend's hand gently and getting up to get a glass of wine for both of them.

"Emma Swan, as I live and breathe."

Emma closed her eyes before turning around. "Killian Jones. And how are you?"

"I'm free again," he said, referring to the awful divorce he went through with his now ex-wife. Though he barely spoke about it to Emma, she heard all the details through Elsa. And as much as it pains her to say it, Killian was not stupid. He knew that Emma and Elsa would talk.

"And all is right with the world once more." Emma turned around and got two cups.

She and Killian came to a truce during Elsa and Liam's first anniversary. They couldn't deny that they were going to be constantly around each other. Of course that was going to happen when his brother and her best friend married. And for the sake of their loved ones, they put on a good face. But they couldn't deny that they barely tolerated each other.

But now it wasn't just Elsa and Liam. It was little Henry Jones. Henry wasn't only the light in his parents' eyes, but the light in his godparents as well. Killian visited as often as he could to play with his nephew and take him out to the park (where the women just hit on him, which was an added bonus). Emma loved buying him clothes and cuddling every chance she got. Besides loving their respected in-laws, Killian and Emma agreed on one thing: Henry. So for him, they could be civil towards each other. It was well worth it, in the end.

Emma poured her wine and returned to Elsa as Killian picked Henry up and had him ride on his shoulders. When Liam announced cake, the birthday boy sat in his highchair, a small cake in front of him that read "HENRY TURNS ONE!" on it. The proud parents took selfies with their baby before asking Emma to take a shot of them. Then Elsa said, "I need a picture of the godparents with Henry," and Emma and Killian both got down low enough to be next to the highchair. Henry's face was covered in cake, his arms a filthy mess, but his godparents were so happy and so was everyone around them.

Emma remembers that night often, thinking back to all the smiles and laughter. Sure Henry had a massive fit coming down from his sugar high, but when she thinks back on that night, that point in the evening never comes up. It's always the small talk with Killian, or the laughter with Elsa, or the dancing with Liam. It's holding Henry as he babbled away, grabbing her hair and pulling. It's Elsa tearing up with laughter as she opened a gift that was a pair of Ravenclaw socks for babies.

Because that was the last time anyone smiled for a long, long time.

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