Beyond the Lights

The Ex

Alison POV

"Actually...I think Ali's right on this one," my manager, Hanna, said. We've known each other since third grade.

Hanna, Emily and I are just hanging out in the hotel. We all have the same flight tomorrow morning. Only thing is, Em is stopping in Texas and we're continuing on back home to LA.

We've just been eating pizza and drinking beer as we watch tv. We may have been having disagreements every other minute too.

"So I should fire Samara just because she allegedly eye fucked me? No way!"

"Allegedly my ass! That bitch eye fucks you on the daily," I chimed in.

"We don't even see each other that often"

"You don't think she has posters of you in her bedroom and finger fucks herself to them? Wishing it was you fucking her"

"Ali you're crazy"

"No I'm not Em. I'm just a caring girlfriend who would hate to have to kill a bitch on sight. But if I need to, then so be it"

"Just agree to disagree. You two argue more than an old married couple. Hell, if I didn't know you, then I'd think you've been married for 50 years," Hanna noted.

"I'm 25," Emily replied.

"And I don't give a damn. Look, when are you two getting married anyway? Being a maid of honor is on my bucket list and I'd like to achieve such in the near future," Hanna said

"Who said you'd be one of our maids of honor?" I laughed.

"Bitch, please. You love me and Penis over here would probably pick Samara anyway," she said, referring to Emily.

"Hanna, I have learned to like...no, I've learned to tolerate your ass over the last seven fucking years. I told you to stop calling me Penis several years ago," Emily jumped in.

"Fuck off Penis, who asked you anyways?" Hanna asked.

"Okay that's enough you two," I chuckled, "Han, of course you'll be my maid of honor. And E-"

"In what wedding Alison?" Emily asked.

"Don't you want to get married Em?"

"Me? Yea. And I think I made that pretty clear during the interview with the white boy in the sweater vest. I'm not so sure about you though. You sounded like you don't want-"

"His name is Larry. And it was just an interview Emily. A fun one at that. Half of the stuff I say is strictly for the entertainment of the public"

"Well you have quite a way of entertaining," she scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why don't you ask Ian Harding while you're riding his dick?"

"Alright now you've gone too far-"

"Have I? I've gone too far? You didn't have to say that during the interview Alison!"

"I think I'm gonna go now," Hanna said.

"No, you stay. Emily, it's all just fun and games. I told you that I don't mean any of it"

"Well how the fuck am I supposed to know?! You play around so damn much that I can't even tell when you're being real anymore"

"Seriously, I can go stay with Samara," Hanna said.

"I said stay Marin! Emily I told you that I love you babe and I mean it"

"Well then marry me, settle down, have a fucking kid with me...do something!"

"Wow Em that was quite the proposal," I scoffed, "Hanna what'd you think of that pathetic excuse of a proposal?"