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Daydreaming again about Sixteen Candles' Jake Ryan, Emma suddenly caught herself and shook her head.

"Yeah, sure," she smiled at the real-life Jake Ryan in front of her and accepted his proposition. "Microwave popcorn and wine sounds great." They walked out of the convenience store together, their arms or hands occasionally accidentally touching each other's as they walked the short distance to Jake's apartment. Emma shivered whenever this happened. This was Jake Ryan. Sure it was a rather pale, doughy Jake Ryan from her Psychology class rather than the Sixteen Candles version, but she was sure that he would turn out to be every bit the romantic hero that his namesake was. He was Jake Ryan for goodness' sake.

They approached the apartment and Jake reached an arm around her to unlock the door and push it open. She blushed as his arm brushed along her back and thought back to the Trapper Keeper she'd had years ago, on which she'd written "Mrs Jake Ryan," "Emma Ryan" and "Jake and Emma Ryan" over and over again, practicing for her marriage with the fictional character. She had to admit that even though they'd just met, she was now fantasizing about the real-life Jake Ryan in the same way.

"Have a seat," Jake said as they entered. "I'll get the wine and the popcorn." He went into the kitchen and Emma surveyed the living room of his apartment. She saw a shelf of DVDs there, just as Jake called from the kitchen over the sound of the popping corn, "If you want to put in a movie, we could watch that with our wine and popcorn. I'm just going to go change into something that's not covered in fruit filling."

She walked over to the DVD shelf but on the way her attention was drawn to a frame on a bookshelf, which held a high school diploma for a "Jacob-Ryan Blemma." What?! He was Jake-Ryan rather than Jake Ryan? So much for Emma's dreams of being Mrs Jake Ryan. If she married him she would be... she didn't even want to think about it. Suddenly all of her delusions melted away and she remembered him as she'd first seen him: pale and doughy and vaguely zombie-like, covered in cherry pie filling.

"Did you find a movie to watch?" called Not-Jake-Ryan-Anymore from the bedroom, his voice muffled as he pulled something over his head.

Emma realized that if she wanted to get out of spending the evening with this Jake Ryan impostor, this was her chance.

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