That Kiss - Emison

Worth It

Alison's POV:

It's later in the night and I am hanging in the kitchen with a group of Eric's friends, one of whom I am heavily flirting with, my hand brushing over his arm as we speak. We're all pretty drunk after the games we have played throughout the night. I lost the other girls a while ago, after I came back in from seeing Emily. They're probably all in the corner of a room just talking to each other. Or maybe I under-estimate them. I see everyones eyes redirect from the group and over to the door. I turn around to look as well, and my eyes meet Emily, who is nervously approaching me.

"Can I talk to you?" she asks.

"Can it wait?" I ask in a bitchy tone... It's a habit.

"Come on we're going somewhere to talk" Em orders and quickly takes a hold of my hand, directing me out of the room.

We weave through people, who are now beginning to leave as it's getting late, and walk up the stairs to somewhere quieter. Emily's grip on my hand loosens as she walks in front of me on the staircase. There is a dark, empty room with the door slightly open, so we go into there. The warm-toned light is still dim once we turn it on. A four-poster bed stands with a mountain of cushions, looking so inviting. We both sit on the bed, laying back against the cushions, and breathe a sigh of relief and comfort as we do. The room is at the front of the house, so we can hear cars pulling up and driving away, drunken loud voices coming from the passengers.

"Look Ali, you know why I was pissed, don't you?" Em says, in a much more relaxed tone than earlier. I stare blankly. "That was a secret." She continues.

"I didn't force the drink down your throat. You could've lied!" I say, which is true.

"You would've found a way to make it obvious that I was hiding something, I know you". She's right. "Why didn't you drink anyway? Its not a big deal, it was ages ago"

The thing is, something about that kiss feels like a big deal to me. I kiss boys. A lot. The kiss with Em felt different. And not just because her lips tasted like strawberry lipgloss and her skin was soft against mine. It felt different. I don't like girls, I don't! But I liked that kiss. I think about that kiss.

"I don't know" I say quietly, breaking eye contact with Emily and looking down towards the end of the bed.

"Would you be embarrassed by that?" She asks.

"Is this an interrogation?" I feel caught off guard by all the questions. Usually it's me making someone else feel uncomfortable, not the other way around. "Do you a feel embarrassed?" I ask, switching the focus back onto her.

"I don't know. I feel confused. We haven't spoke about it since."

"What is there to talk about? We kissed. That's it, isn't it?" I say back, a small and very confused part of me wanting her to say there was more to it.

Suddenly- "There you are!" a male voice breaks into the room. It's Ben. "Ive been looking for you, Em."

"We'll chat later, Ali" She says quietly, getting up off the bed and walking round to Ben, before leaving out of sight.

Emily's POV:

Why does Alison make me feel this way. She makes me feel weak. I don't know if it's in a bad way though. She breaks me down with such ease, I tell her everything. Well, almost everything. I didn't tell her that I thought about that kiss for months on end. I still do. I don't know if it's because I felt good about the fact that I was then closer to her than any of the other girls are. I don't know if it's because for a moment I didn't feel intimidated by her- we were on the same level. Or maybe it's just because it was my first kiss. I don't know.

"What was that about?" Ben asks.

"Oh, nothing. Just girl talk" I lie.

His hand travels from my shoulder, down my back and onto my bum, his grip tightening slightly.

"What do you say we get out of here?" He asks in a raspy voice, insinuating we leave and have sex back at his place.

"You know I'm staying at Ali's tonight, Ben" I giggle, leaning into him playfully.

"Oh come on, what's so special about staying at Ali's"

"We're all staying- a sleepover"

"So you'd rather stay with them than me?" His tone and body language changes as he turns to face me.

"I didn't say that. We planned this, my stuff is in Ali's room"

"Whatever" He huffs, and immediately walks away from me into another room where I can hear his friends chatting, leaving me stood in the hallway alone. God, he pisses me off sometimes.

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Alison's POV:

We left Noel's cabin at around 1am. Almost everyone had gone and I was sobering up, so I gathered the girls from around the house and called a cab to drop us home. We all took our makeup off as soon as we got up to my room and got into the matching pyjamas that we bought months ago, specially for our sleepovers- pink satin shorts and white vest tops, with little lace frills on the low neckline. Spencer, Aria and Hanna are on the queen sized blow up bed, which is on the floor, horizontal at the end of my bed. Me and Emily are in my bed. She is to my left, the light of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolls through the pictures she took tonight, occasionally showing me the best ones. I'm lay down facing her, looking at her dark hair which is also glowing in the light. Her side profile is perfect, her eyelashes look long and curled even without makeup. What has gotten into me. I cant stop thinking about what we spoke about earlier. I cant stop thinking about that kiss.

"Ben didn't want me staying here tonight" Emily says, turning to face me and rolling her eyes.

"What? Why?"

"Because he wanted sex." She says bluntly. "What is it with boys? Is that all they want? He cancels on me all the time when something else suits him better,  but as soon as I have plans-"

I cut her off "He's a boy, Emily. That's what they do"

"And we're expected to stay with them for the rest of our lives? I don't know if I can deal with that!"

"I think one day you meet someone and they feel worth it. Does Ben feel worth it?" I ask, my voice uncharacteristically genuine.

She pauses... "No."

Emily turns her phone off and places it face down on the bed, the only light in my room now coming from the street lights outside of my window, which are creating an orangey hue on both of our faces. Emily's eyes are glistening in the dim light, looking deep into mine, a long yet comfortable silence filling the room. It's as if she's looking into me, reading my thoughts, the thoughts that even I can't understand yet. As we lay facing each other, our heads propped up by feather pillows, and I can almost feel the tension growing between us, thicker and thicker, the rest of the world fading into a blur around us. She looks from my eyes, down to my lips and back up again. I do the same, looking down to her plump, slightly parted lips and back up, our eyes meeting once again. A tingle is sent through my entire body as Emily moves her arm, placing her hand on my cheek, and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. This silence is a beautiful one, like our feelings are communicating without us even moving our lips. Our eyes remain locked as Emily comes in closer, so close until her lips touch mine, a thousand butterflies taking flight in my stomach. Her touch and her scent feels familiar to me, homely, like suddenly we've been brought back to where we're supposed to be. Her lips are so soft and gentle as they push against mine, pieces of her long hair falling across the side of my face as she is leaning over. The all-consuming energy between us makes it feel like we are the only people to exist, these few seconds feeling like forever. She pulls away slowly, her head sinking back into the pillow as she has lays down, a small smile appearing on her face and her chocolate eyes locking once again with mine.

"That felt worth it." she whispers.