Endless Summer (emison)

8

For the first time in her life, Ali didn't wake up alone. Her bed didn't have a strange empty feeling that it had for as long as she could remember. There was a warm arm wrapped around her, and a warm body pressed to her back. She turned her head to see Emily, eyes closed and breathing deeply.

Alison smiled at the sight. Emily looked so relaxed and content. She almost reached out to stroke the smooth face, but abstained from doing so. Emily's soft breaths were hitting Ali's face, tickling her cheeks every time. She could hear her parents downstairs, and the loud voice of Jason as he got into little mini arguments with one of their parents. Alison didn't worry about any of them coming upstairs to her room because that was totally unlike them. That and the fact that if they did, they wouldn't flip out because Emily's a girl and as far as they were concerned, Ali was straight.

She reached over to her phone, to check what time it was, only to have Emily hold onto her tighter. Ali smiled at Emily's action, and tried wiggling out of Emily's grip.

"Noooo..." Emily whispered feebly in her ear. "Don't leave me."

"Em, I'm just trying to check the time." Ali whispered back, stroking her cheek.

"Who cares about what time it is?" Emily asked. "I just want to sleep all day here with you."

"As tempting as that sounds, we unfortunately have things to do today." Alison sighed.

Emily grumbled into Alison's shoulder, but released her grip to allow Alison to get up. Alison rose from her bed, running her hands through her hair and looking out at the beach. She sighed happily, letting the happy feeling inside her take over. Her pajamas, which ended up being exercise shorts and a tank top, were still warm from Emily being pressed up against them.

She turned around to face Emily again, who was sitting up in Ali's bed and stretching, still in the clothes from the night before. She had bed head, and Alison probably had it too, but they didn't care.

"How's your hand?" Ali asked, walking over to examine Emily's bruised hand.

"It's...alright. Kind of hurts though." Emily said, watching as Alison held it in her hands.

"You didn't break any fingers or anything?" she asked.

"I don't think so." Emily replied, shaking her head.

"Guess we'll have to take it easy from now on huh?" Alison chuckled.

"I guess so." Emily smiled, looking up into Ali's blue eyes.

Alison leaned forward, looking to connect Emily's lips with her own. As their noses touched, they were rudely interrupted by her brother calling her name downstairs"Ali!" Jason called from the foot of the stairs.

Alison smirked, "Duty calls." she said, her breath hitting Emily's lips. "Come down when you're ready for breakfast."

With that, Alison straightened up and exited her room to leave Emily to do whatever she needed to do before coming downstairs. Alison, barefoot and slightly annoyed with Jason's interruption, bounded down the stairs and towards the sound coming from the kitchen.

"What is it Jason?" Alison asked, crossing her arms. Jason had his head in the pantry and was rummaging around. When Alison spoke he stepped out and turned around.

"Did you eat my cookies?" he asked angrily.

Alison's mouth dropped open, "Is that seriously what you called me down here for?" she asked, quite angry with Jason now.

"I'm asking you, did you eat them?" Jason asked again.

"No I did not eat your cookies!" Alison huffed. "Did you try asking dad?"