Its the donut man! (Greg, tags any)

[Greg Meyers]

The blue Mini Cooper pulled into the lot of the school, with the driver in a rather pert and perky mood. The stop at Krispie Kreme was well worth it, with the famous glowing red "Hot Donuts" sign on. It meant fresh glazed donuts but today he felt a bit more generous, he bought two dozen assorted varieties and took them to school.

Those that had skipped breakfast were soon looking at the mopped topped boy with the delectably rich goodness with awe and want on their face. He couldn't say no to them, he went over and made the offer to them. He was no longer being Greg the TV star and becoming Greg the regular kid at school. Even Sandy got in on it and tapped his shoulder. "Have you got one for a favorite little sister?"

"Yep, glaze with sprinkles just for you!" He let her take the donut and go about her merry way. Sometimes he thought he was too nice to her but she was his only sister.

As he made his way in the halls he saw someone who he missed earlier, he approached. "Care for a donut today? My compliments."

[Emma Swan]

Clumbsy. That was Emma Swan in a nutshell. She tripped and fell more often then...a toddler learning to walk probably. She couldn't help it. As much as she tried to be careful and poised, it never worked. Whether it was how she'd shut her jacket into the door of her truck and ripped it (she'd discarded it in her front seat and was now jacket free) or how she'd narrowly missed knocking over a pile of books in the library when she'd gone to return her latest fine, Emma was always getting into scrapes, no matter how unintentional it all was.

Now at her locker, Emma took a deep breath. Time to get her books and head to her first class of the day. She slide her books neatly into the tote bag that she carried, ready to head out when she heard a voice. Something about donuts. Emma swung around, unintentionally swinging her bag as her body turned to face the boy who's the voice belonged to. But as this all happened, her bag smacking into his hands and the box of donuts, sending them flying across the hallway floor.

Emma's mouth fell open and then she covered it with her hands for a moment. "I'm...sooooo sorry," she said, watching as students stepped over the box and didn't try to help clean up at all. "I didn't mean to...I swear," she said. She hastily dropped her bag on the floor, hitting her foot in the process, but instead of stopping to acknowledge the pain she hurried over to the mess she made and started picking donuts up off the floor. A few had already been sacrificed to the floor but there were still some safe in the box. "I think these are okay," she said, looking back at him as she piled the sugary floor contaminated donuts into her hands in an attempt to clean them up.

[Greg Meyers]

Meeting someone's book bag was not on Greg's agenda for the day, nor was the impending massacre.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The contact with bag and box, it flying through the air, Greg stumbling back and turning to see the once glazed goodness hit the floor!! Oh the humanity!!

Greg hurried over to save what he could of his favorite treats. He heard the girl apologize. It was an accident, it happens all the time to people!! Greg tried to think to himself as he gathered up what he could.

"Its fine, just not expecting to be attacked by a hungry bag." He managed a smile, looking at the girl. She could have just walked away but instead she helped out, that did make things a slight bit better. "Ok so its not all a total loss, thats something to be thankful for." The words came out opposite of what he meant. "Oh geeze, I meant that in a good way, sorry about that, I couldn't see what I was saying because my tongue was in the way." He hoped that might manage a slight smile.

[Emma Swan]

Emma made a face when he mentioned the hungry bad. "Sorry," she said again, glad that he was at least not yelling at her. "I can give you money for the donuts," she offered, starting to get up, but her hands were now coated and sugar and glaze and she ended up dropping the donuts she'd already picked up back on the floor. She let out a sigh as she knelt down once more. Definitely not her day. People were starting to stare and she looked like a complete idiot, but then again she supposed there really was nothing new there.

She smiled when he mentioned some of the donuts had been spared but she still felt terrible about it. Then he went on to explain what he meant. Emma nodded, as she managed to get all the donuts up again and make her way across the hall to the trashcan. Luckily she knew she had some extra napkins in her locker since Emma was no newbie when it came to spilling things.

"It's okay," she said quietly as she walked back to her locker. "I understand, that tongue getting in the way thing happens to me all the time," she admitted. Emma was often too nervous for her own good. She made it to her locker and grabbed the napkins off the top shelf to wipe her hands clean. It mostly worked but she still wanted to go wash them off before heading to class.

"Would you like money to repay you for the donuts?" she asked, turning to him once more. Now that she was getting a good look at him, he looked sort of familiar. But not you're in my classes familiar. It was a different sort that she couldn't put her finger on. Emma didn't watch soaps so the familiarity was fuzzy and she couldn't really place him as someone she'd seen on TV, but there was something. "Do I know you?" she finally asked. "I'm sorry, you just seem really familiar for some reason and I don't think you're in any of my classes," she admitted, figuring he'd been nice so far, so she didn't feel quite as intimidated by him as she did most people who were much less nice.

[Greg Meyers]

"No really it's fine," Greg reassured her. The offer was genuine and nice of her to do though. He helped her gather the donuts she had once saved. "I'll just have to be more careful next time." He gave her a smiled that said 'no hard feeling.'

He saw students gathering around, "if you aren't here to help then step back before ants invade your Doc Martens." That made a few of the students scatter. At least it made a better area to clean up. Once the things were disposed of, he took a towel from his bag and wiped his hands.

"No really, I don't need the money for them, I appreciate the offer though." He told her. "Most people wouldn't even bother, just a simple 'I'm sorry' and walk away. It good to see honest people still." He realized that made him sound like his father or worse his grandfather!

"Well I did start at Silver back in January as a junior then all the stuff happened and we maybe passed in the halls a few times." Something told him maybe he should add more to it. "I was also the poster child for Jackson's Pizza. The wide eyed kid excited for pepperoni, that was me."

[Emma Swan]

Emma smiled. This guy was being unnatural nice to her, given that she'd spilled half his donuts onto the floor. And even though she would have preferred to buy new ones since it would have at least made her feel better about it, she knew better than to push it as he really did seemly genuinely okay with it all. "Well thanks," she said quietly, not sure what else to say. Emma was painfully shy and often very awkward when it came to words especially when it involved saying them to boys. She pushed some of her long dark hair behind her ear and offered the boy a smile.

"Oh, I started Silver around then too," she admitted. "I'm a senior though, but you're right, I'm sure we've seen one another in the halls," she agreed. It seemed odd that he'd be familiar just based upon that since she passed tons of people in the halls all the time, but if that's all it was, maybe that's really all it was. Then he admitted the Pizza thing and Emma smiled. "Yeah, that could be it too," she said thinking back to all the billboards and magazine ads she'd seen of that. It had been a very heavily advertised product. "Well, it was nice to meet you Jackson's Pizza boy," she said. "I should really get going to class, but thanks again for not being totally mad about the doughnut thing," she said. "And if you change your mind and do want a reimbursement," she said, figuring it was polite to offer one last time, "I'm Emma...and you can probably find me right here...anyway, bye," she said with a smile as she shut her locker and started down the hall towards her first class.

Wrapped for Emma