|Don t Promise to Promise
Author: aggie23 PM
AU. Every summer since they were ten, Will and Emma met in a city where nobody knew who they were. Except for each other, and people who came in to their lifes. M rated for later chapters! Sorry for the terrible summary :Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Friendship - Emma P. & Will S. - Chapters: 19 - Words: 42,020 - Reviews: 103 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 04-01-12 - Published: 02-20-12 - id: 7856896
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Hello, again! It´s nice to be writing again… This is something I've been thinking about for the last weeks and was kinda apprehensive to start it cause idk what it would turn into. I´m not sure where this story is heading yet, but I can tell you this: friendship and smut. And maybe a little romance as well. (M rated for later chapters)
This time it´ll be an AU; Will and Emma somehow different from the show… hope you don´t mind. ;)
Please review and tell me what you think… feedback is always appreciated!
The clamor of the ocean splashing on the shore that evening was always comforting for Will. It wasn´t the first time his family took vacations on the beach. He liked the beach. His father was born there, in Holden Beach, North Carolina, he had been told this during the drive in the old family car; and since Will was born, the Schuester's returned to the small coast town every summer, to the same house, the same beach, and the same day of July.
Richard Schuester was the sort of man who liked family traditions and an old-fashioned childhood for his son. He would rather give Will a wooden square so he would pretend it was a walkie-talkie, than buying him a brain-rotting video game.
It worked at first, mainly because little Will would share time with his father and mother; but now, a ten year old Will was bored booting the sand on his way to the sea. It was cold, and turbid; diving in didn´t seem like a good idea. So he stood there, watching the surfers afar.
And then a pail floated by his side, heaved by a foaming wave. And a red hair girl jogged next to him, a shovel on her right hand a sun-hat on the other one. Regained the plastic toy, she walked back to sit on the sand to carry on a castle she was building a few feet from him.
Sand was entertaining for her and new, she could mold it as her pleasure, but had no one to share her beach toys with; being far from home for the first time was exciting at first; the town was small, yet when activities were run out, her spirit slackened.
A splash. And then another one. And then a yell. And a splash. Emma lifted her gape, wondering who was making all that uproar and saw this boy playing all alone near her. He appeared to be having fun and she watched him, interested.
Will was bored to hell and kicked the water, pretending there was some exotic and dangerous creature swimming around. Maybe a shark, or something worst. He hopped and landed on the wet sand. The killer thing was flying now! And he kicked the air again.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!", his little karate kicks to the air cause the little girl to giggle and he turned around to see her observing his pirouettes. Her hair was flaming red. She was watching carefully and Will smiled with self importance, "Ha! Ha!"
"What are you playing?", she was curious towards the individual game and walked where he was.
"I'm superman", he said turning his face again to meet her.
"Can I play too?"
"Erm…", he looked at his father, who was smiling encouragingly, "Ok. But you can´t be Superman", he displayed his conditions, "He´s a man so I´m Superman".
"I´ll be Wonder woman!", the little one was excited.
"Ok… Oh, shoot! We gotta go to our hideout before Lex Luthor comes!"
"I´m gonna kick his butt!", Mr. Schuester was watching them from the parasol and held a chuckle at the girl friskiness. He couldn´t hear them, but she looked bubbly.
"Come, lets hide!", Will took her hand and run in direction to an isolated sand dune, "Hurry girl! Or we´re gonna get caught!", he told her once they were no longer visible from the shore and lied on his belly next to the dandelions, "Ginger, lay down!"; he was in character.
"Emma", she wasn´t playing anymore, "My name is Emma", and her smile faded away.
The innocent nickname had upset her and Will fell silly. He never called people names, he blushed, "Sorry, Emma. I´m Will".
She stared at him and was about to leave until his voice stopped her, "You can borrow my sword if you want", he offered an old stick he kept hidden from other older kids.
"Superman doesn´t have a sword", her words showed mistrust.
"Yeah, but Luthor is too strong and my Superman superpowers are not enough"
"But we´re two now… We can beat him", changing her mind, she accepted the 20 inch branch he was still offering.
"Yes! Lets prepare for warrrr!", he let out a battle yell and took her hand again before racing back to the coast, passing between their two families. They were already making conversation after seeing the kids getting along so well.
It came natural for the little two to look for each other´s company. It was an unknown city and they had no friends to share the long summers with. Will usually didn´t play with girls, but Emma was fun; and Emma usually didn´t talk to boys, they were cruel to her most of the times. But Will was nice.
Every summer afternoon of 1988 slipped away just like that, hiding behind their dune and the crawling dandelions, plotting plans to defeat imaginary villains from the dark waters of the muddy marsh.
When the moment arrived, the Pillsbury and the Schuester exchanged phone numbers and addresses with the promise they would be in touch. Emma and Will didn´t promise to do so. Goodbyes seemed senseless for them; they were just kids.
Mr. Schuester took her parents into a warm embrace, "We´ll see each other next summer"
"You bet it, Schuester. I´m gonna play canasta all winter to beat the crap out of you next July", Mr. Pillsbury was enthusiastic.
"Bye, sweetie", Richard Schuester kissed Emma´s cheek, "What do you say, Will?"
"Bye, Emma", he repeated and not needing another word, he leaned forward and planted a quick peck on Emma´s other cheek.
"Bye", she whispered as a flush covered her face.
A/N: Chapter oddly short, as you can see… always have problems with starting a fic… Thanks to my beta, for helping me with this! The prompt left for one of the girls will be published soon! Still accepting prompts in my ask box and here: im-reggie-lambert . tumblr . com / ask