𝙁𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 [𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙣]

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No Place Like Home
President day
Storybrooke

"Brooklyn," Emma walked over to my cell, "you're free to go,"

I shot up from the bed, "Thank god."

I was in the cell for no longer than 2 hours, yet I still felt as if I had been there for an eternity.

Emma cut me off, "on one condition..."

"Shit," I swore as I sat back down.

Emma rolled her eyes and continued, "You have to live with me until you have enough money saved up to buy an apartment of your own. You up for it?"

"Anything is better than this hell hole," I sigh as I stand up.

Emma takes the cell key out of her pocket and unlocks the door. After I walk out she stares at me.

I could tell she was hiding something.

I look at her confused,"What?"

"Nothing," she replied quickly, "I was just expecting you to run."

"You expected a teenage girl to run...right after a cop just let her have another shot at life?" I stared at her blankly.

I then looked ahead at the hallway door, which was wide open. Then it finally hit me, "Oh, and I didn't want Graham to bash my head in again."

As soon as I finished that sentence, Graham's head popped around the corner, "how did you know I was here?"

I looked at Emma, "I can tell if someone is hiding something, and that door is usually closed...can we go home now."

"Um, ya...sure," she grabbed her coat then we walked out onto the gloomy streets of Storybrooke.

I almost choked on my own spit when I saw Emma walking towards a bright yellow Punch buggy. Just as she was about to open the door, I opened my mouth.

"Hold up..." I laugh, "this can not be your car."

Emma looked at me in confusion, "What's wrong with my car?"

"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting the deputy of Storybrooke to own a yellow bug," I say as I walk over to the passenger door, "you're kinda a hard ass"

Emma shrugged, "I don't technically own it...I stole it."

And with that she opened the car door and got in. A wide smile spread across my face.

Emma Swan is one hell of a person.

☾♥︎☽

Once we got to the apartment Emma opened the door with a push, revealing a young woman with a black, short, pixie haircut.

"Emma! You're home early," the girl said surprised.

Emma smiled at her and said, "Uh ya. This is the girl I was telling you about...Brooklyn."

"Hi, I'm Marry Margaret."

"Hello," I sent her a wave.

I could tell that Marry Margaret was a sweet person, yet she was missing something in her life that even she couldn't put her finger on.

"Mary Margaret let me stay in this apartment when I was new in town, meaning she is our roommate," Emma said to me.

"Nice to meet you," Mary Margaret stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I gladly take it and give her a nod back.

"Mary Margaret is a teacher," Emma brings up and I give her a weird look, "figured you would like to know since you'll be going to school."

"Huh?"

"Regina's making you," Emma said as she threw her hands up in surrender.

"I turn 18 in a couple weeks!" I defend myself.

"Listen," Emma puts her hands on my shoulders, "if it were up to me, you'd be working instead of learning."

I sigh and it goes quiet.

"I'll drive you in the morning," Mary Margaret spoke up. 

I looked at her and smiled, "thank you."