Emma

"Emm?", Ruby called from her own room. "Emmmmaaaa!??". "What?", Emma answered, walking in Ruby's room with sleep still in her eyes. She had fallen asleep after deciding that she definitely wasn't falling for Killian.

"You know you promised me to go to that party right?".

No. No, no, no. She couldn't handle going to a party tonight. And she had a couple of good reasons:

1. Her head was filled with Killians words, so she couldn't switch to dutch.
2. She really didn't want her or Ruby drunk, because that would either mean a hangover, or dealing with Ruby having one.
3. She also really didn't want to get drunk because she had done some stupid things while drunk before.
4. She didn't have any clothes.
5. She was tired as hell.

"Emm, come on, we need to get you dressed!". "Ruubs, please, I don't wanna goo!", she decided to whine and use her puppy-eyes, but apparently they weren't working as usual.

"Nope, you're going, you promised," Ruby said firmly, and with that, she threw a dress in Emmas arms, flipped her hair and walked into the bathroom.

Emma looked at the dress Ruby that given her. It was actually a nice dress this time, not some slutty, showing way to much-dress. Red, thight, ending just above her knees and with long sleeves. She decided she liked the dress.

"Okay, I'll go, but only because you actually got me a nice dress this time!". "I knew it would work", Ruby shouted from the bathroom, and Emma could basically she her smirk.

About an hour later, they arrived at the party. It was one of those typical college students parties, with lots of alcohol and drugs, one Emma really didn't want to be at.

But, she promised Ruby, so she could better enjoy it while it lasted, instead of waisting her time doing nothing.

The girls both placed their bikes against the fence near the canal and entered the house. It was a big house, was Emmas first thought, quickly followed by the second one: I smell alcohol, lots of it.

People were everywhere, dancing, drinking, smoking and sniffing (drugs). She and Ruby pushed through the crowd, making their way to the table with drinks. While Ruby immidiately grabbed a beer, Emma decided to take it slow and settled on a coke. She took a small sip to make sure it was just coke. It had happened too many times that she thought she was just drinking coke, downing it in one go and than coming to the conclusion that the half of it was rum. But this time it was just coke, luckily.

She decided to walk around a little, just looking at her surroundings, when she suddenly and quite harshly bumped into someone. Gosh, now she had to switch to Dutch to apologise. Stupid languages...

"Sorry, ik zag je niet staan", (Sorry, I didn't notice you), she said in her best Dutch. "Maakt niks uit lekker ding", (Doesn't matter sexy), he answered. Eewh, what a flirt. She gave him the no-I-am-not-going-home-with-you-look and walked away, trying to find someone to hang out with.

And that someone she found, standing by the table with drinks, talking to her, bringing her home safe and laying next to her in her bed the following morning.

And completely naked.

Killian

He couldn't get her out of his mind. Not now and not even for the past few months.

Emma.

Beautiful Emma.

When he realised that he was falling for her, he was confused. Really confused. How on earth could fall for his sister?

Sure, he had done some pretty stupid stuff in his life, but he never even thought about this being one of them.

And then telling her about it this morning. It must have shocked her. If she had heard it. Maybe he should call her, and explain.

He looked at the clock hanging in the living room. 10 pm. That means it would be 5 am in the Netherlands.

Emma would still be asleep. But he had to call her. So he started calculating. She'd probably wake up around 8, since if was Saturday tomorrow, and she always wakes up at 8 on Saturdays. Nobody knows why. 8 am in the Netherlands means 1 am here, and he had to talk to her, so he decided to wait.

He let himself fall on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. He pressed the Netflix-button and flicked through the various films and series, before settling on 'How I met your mother'. As the episodes went on, he felt himself almost falling asleep.

But he couldn't. He couldn't fall asleep.

Maybe just a minute?

No.

Unless...

Unless he set his alarm. Killian grabbed his phone and set an alarm for 1:30 am, so Emma would definitely be awake.

He glanced at the clock. 11:30 pm. He could get a good two hours of sleep before talking to Emma.

He dropped himself on the couch once again, and quickly fell asleep.

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"Killian, wake up!!! WAKE UP!!!!"

What the bloody hell was going on? Why was Emma screaming to him?

Oh right.

His alarm. They had recorded it when Emma was 12, and it had been is alarm ever since.

But why, why did he set is alarm at ... 1:30 in the morning? And why was he sleeping on the couch?

Than it clicked. He was supposed to call Emma. Right.

He opened David's laptop that was beside the couch as usual, and logged in. He still hadn't changed his password, after all these years. Killian went to the Skype site, since David hadn't installed it yet, and logged in on his own account.

He moved the cursor to the call button next to Emmas contact. He wasn't really sure of what he was going to say, but he decided to just roll with. He pressed to call button and turned on the camera.

He waited.

And waited.

And wai- aah, she answered, he thought happily.

He waited for her camera to load, so he could see her.

And her camera loaded. But he did not see her. He saw a guy.

With a beard.

And completely naked.

A/N I don't really have anything to say, I just like writing Author's notes. That sounded weird. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter!

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