Hey guys! I'm finally writing again. I haven't seen a lot of once upon a time lately (besides what I see on tumblr) so it's been really hard to find inspiration (and time). However, I'm working on all my ongoing stories so you can really expect an update soon. YAY! right?! Also, here is a new story in the meantime. I'm willing to take this further (multi-chapter) because I like the idea myself.

However, please review and let me know what you think! If you guys like it, I promise I'll update very soon! xx

"Emma dear, will you come down please?" Her mother yells from downstairs. The blonde teenagers sighs in frustration before pushing herself of her bed, out of her room and down the stairs. "What is it mom?" She asks when she enters the kitchen where her mother and father are having lunch. She's not a big fan of lunch herself, she would rather spend time in her own room, reading books or chatting with her friends online.

Mary Margaret points out of the window, and Emma has to step a little closer to see. Her eyes land on a big, moving truck, standing on the lawn next to their house. "A truck?" She asks surprised. "Do you think people are moving in?" The house next doors had been empty for a little bit over a year now. It was definitely the biggest one in the neighborhood, and didn't really fit in there. Emma had hated the people who lived their. They were snobby people, always wanting to show off their big house and their big cars and their big, important jobs. She really, really hated them.

"Your father asked one of the men out there, they said that the Mills family would move in tomorrow."

"Ugh." The blonde said, clearly not happy with the news.

"Hey!" Mary Margaret said, nudging her daughter's shoulder. "You don't even know these people."

"No," The blonde responded, "but I know those kind of people."

Before Mary Margaret or David could say something else, Emma had already gone back up the stairs and into her room, fighting the tears that were trying to escape. She decided to stay there for the rest of the night.

And her plan was going fine, until a couple of minutes before six, when someone knocked on her door. "Yes.." She said, followed by an exasperated sigh. Slowly her father opened the door to her bedroom. He seemed careful, knowing his daughter didn't like them being up in her room. "Hey." He said softly, sitting down on the bed next to Emma.

"Hey dad." She responded.

"You should be hungry, you haven't eaten anything since this morning."

"Little bit." She admitted. Lying to her mother was always easier in some way, with her dad she always seemed to admit everything. Probably the reason why he was here.

"So.. tell me, what's wrong?"

Emma looked down at her hands. She really, really didn't want to talk about this. "Nothing." She tried anyways.

"Emma." Her father said, leaning down to catch her eyes. "I know that you like to be up in your room, but it's not like you to skip dinner. Something is definitely wrong."

She couldn't help but laugh a little. That's true. She loved food, and especially the food that her mother cooks.

"It's about Neal." She answered finally, and her cheeks reddened immediately.

"We figured."

Neal had been the son of the couple that lived in the big mansion until a year ago. Neal and Emma had quickly became friends when they were still very young. They had been lived next doors to each other for five years. Their friendship had grown and the two were practically inseparable. Until they started their first year at college. Best friends that they were, they went to the same local university; however, not everything stayed the same. Neal had become friends with people that Emma couldn't stand, and instead of sticking with her, he had left her behind like trash. Emma never really had a lot of friends, Neal was one of the only ones she had. She tried to talk to him, but he turned her down every time. Until one day, she stormed into their big, white, ugly mansion to tell him all about how much he sucked. She had never expected to see him with another girl. They were kissing. Something inside Emma just broke at that moment. Somehow she had always seen herself end up with Neal, when the time was right. "I uh.." She had stuttered at the moment, completely forgotten everything she was going to say. "Who's that?" The girl said, pointing at Emma.

Neal looked at her, before looking back at the brunette girl in his arms. "Just some freak who lives next door."

Emma was nailed to the ground. How could he say that? How could he do that to her? They were best friends! They were going to live together forever. That's what they always talked about. Eventually, with tears streaming down her face, she made it out of the big, white, ugly mansion and back home, into the arms of her mother.

Even though it was a little more than a year later, Emma still thought about it a lot. Neal had destroyed most of her trust in man, even in people in general. It took a while to recover from it, and since then she has hated the mansion next doors. The thought of another family living there made all her feelings come back, and for a second she had become that 16 year old girl again.

"I know it's been a long time, it's just.." She sighed, fighting the stupid tears once more.

"It's okay sweetheart. What he did to you is really terrible, and you should cry." He smiled sweetly and pulled his daughter into his arms. Emma gave in, and breathed in the comforting scent that was so typically her father. "Thanks dad."

"But you should these people give a chance. Not everyone is like that Emma."

"I know.. it's just.. I don't know." Her father chuckled. "Just try. For your mother and me."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but chuckle. "I will."

The next day Emma got up early to join her parents for breakfast. "Hey!" Her mother said, clearly surprised by her presence. "You're up early."

She shrugged. "Yeah. Figured I'd join you for breakfast. Besides, school starts again next week and I'm trying to get back in the rhythm again."

"Wow." Her father said. "Usually you don't get up before twelve and it's now… eight."

"Yeah, yeah it's a miracle. I know." She rolled her eyes at her parents and took a seat at the table. "So.." She started awkwardly, "anything happen next doors?"

"You didn't hear?" Her mother said, taking place next to Emma and placing a pancake on her plate (that was clearly meant for her father by the look on his face). "Another truck arrived at seven this morning, and it seems like they have already started unpacking and everything. It woke your father and I up."

"I'm a heavy sleeper I guess. Have you seen them yet?"

Her mother shook her head. "No. We figured we'd wait a couple of ours. We don't want to come off too strong."

Emma pointed towards the cake standing on the countertop, her eyebrows raised. "So that cake you made is not made for them?"

Her mother blushed. "Well, hey, at least we're waiting a few hours."

The blonde laughed, knowing her mother she would probably visit their new neighbors within the next thirty minutes.

And - proven right - her mother knocked on her door exactly 23 minutes later. "Come in." The blonde said. Emma was just chatting with her friend Ruby (who had just woken up at twelve, and was now yelled at by her grandmother who claimed her shift at the diner had started an hour earlier).

"Do you want to come meet them?"

Emma looked up from her phone. "You guys are going over there right now?"

Mary Margaret held up the cake as an answer before smiling sweetly at her daughter. "You should come honey, you'll see, they're probably really nice people."

"You don't know that." She said in a childish voice.

"That's true, but I still think that you should come with us."

Emma shrugged. "I'll see."

Her mother sighed but seemed to let it go. "Okay then."

Emma listened to her mother's footsteps down the stairs, and waited before she heard the front door fell shut before she jumped up. She quickly texted Ruby that she had to go before running down the stairs. Yes, she didn't want to meet these people,but that didn't mean that she couldn't spy on them. Emma walked up the kitchen window. Now that the moving truck was gone she had a clear view of the house. She could see her parents ringing the doorbell and by the reactions on their face it was pulled open only a few seconds later. She couldn't see the person through this window. There was only one option: she had to get closer. She opened the front door and walked towards the mansion.

She didn't know how exactly she was going to pull this of, however her years of remaining in the background seemed to suddenly pull of. She got closer to the house and no-one seemed to notice her. Men walked around her, carrying all kinds of boxes and furniture. Expensive couches, expensive closets, expensive clothing, it just kept coming. These people seemed to be even richer than Neal's family had been. She figured she could just blend in with these people and followed them along the side of the house.

Suddenly a man walked up to her. "Ah, you must be Regina. Here." He placed a box - which was surprisingly heavy - in her arms and smiled at her. "We figured that you would want to place and unpack them yourself."

"Uh thanks." Emma responded, because 'I'm sorry. I'm not Regina, I live next door and I'm just sneaking around' seemed worse for some reason. The man kept staring at her and she realized that she should do something. "Yeah uh I'm just gonna do that now." She awkwardly walked away with the box in her hands, hoping that no-one who actually lived her would notice her.

She was so busy watching what was happening around her and trying not to get caught, that she didn't notice the girl standing right in front of her. She bumped into her and almost fell backwards because of the weight of the box. "Ouch." Emma said.

"Excuse me?" A voice said. Emma looked up and her eyes finally connected with the ones of the person standing in front of her. Wow.

"Hello?" The girl tried again, and finally Emma seemed to snap out of it. "Uh I'm sorry."

"You should. Watch where you're going please." The brunette girl said. Emma eyed her and estimated that she was around the same age as she was. She was wearing a white shirt on black pants and her hair was in a braid. She must have been the girl that the man had been talking about. Regina.

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing she managed to get out. Only now did the girl seem to notice the box she was holding.

"Why do you have one of my boxes?"

"Someone gave it to me, they thought I was you. I'm sorry I know I shouldn't have taken it. It's just, I live next doors and I thought that I would come say hi." She ended it with a sweet smile, trying to seem innocent.

"You shouldn't have done that. It's very rude of you."

"It's rude to say hi to my new neighbors?" She tried. God this girl was uptight.

"It's rule to steal their stuff." The brunette said, her arms crossed.

"I wasn't- you know what? Let's start over. I'm Emma, Emma Swan. My parents are inside now, meeting your parents. I shouldn't have just walked around like that and I apologize."

The girl seemed to think it over for a second, before finally sticking out her hand for Emma to shook. "I'm Regina Mills."

Just as Emma was going to say something else, she was interrupted. "Emma?" It was her mother's voice, who looked anything but happy. "What are you doing here? Never mind, we're going."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "Mom what's-"

"Emma." She had never heard her father talk to her in that voice. She muttered a quick 'sorry' to Regina before following her parents inside their own house.

"What's wrong with you guys?"' She asked.

Her mother just stormed of, not even bothering to say anything. The last time Emma had seen her like that was when someone had poisoned their cat on purpose. And she hadn't spoken to him for over a year.

"I don't think we're going to be friends with those people." Her father said.

"What do you mean? I mean yeah I met their daughter and she was a bit weird, but she didn't seem that bad."

"Let's just say that your mother has a history with them, that she has tried to forget for a very long time."

Emma narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"I think your mother will have to tell that story for herself Emma. I think it's just best that we stay away from them for a while now."

The blonde was anything with satisfied with the answer, but knowing her mother she would most likely let it go soon enough. Which was good, because Emma really wanted to talk to Regina again.

Please let me know what you think and if you want me to continue! :)