the first time i saw you ↬ emison

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alison's pov

" i love you," i whisper. i finally feel as if a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. i said it out loud, and it felt pretty good. i didn't want to leave this position with emily, i wanted to just enjoy this.

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my alarm clock goes off. ugh, i slam my hand on the clock and start to wake up.

"wake up, em," i say tiredly, with my arm around her.

but then i notice that emily's not even there. my arm is around a pillow. what? why did she leave early? and did she really replace herself with a pillow?

i grab my phone and text her.

a: y aren't u here? what happened?

e: srry , ben called , he wanted 2 hang out

a:  so? y didn't u just tell him that u were here, and u couldn't go

e: srry, i gtg

ugh, i throw my phone on the bed angrily and push my fingers through my hair.

stupid ben.

emily's pov

i lay on my bed, biting my lip.

i can't believe alison did that. did she really like me? i mean, according to her, she loved me. she has told me that she loved before, but this time i think she meant romantically, she did cuddle and kiss my neck.

thinking of this already makes my stomach turn upside down. but of course, this is too good to be true. one thing you learn about alison: she's a player.

she never really loves anyone. noel and her were only together to make each other even more popular and basically, every guy she's with, always has a reason behind it. she just dates for popularity, to prove a point, or just to have fun. never love.

i sigh, and pretend that last night never happened. it wouldn't make a difference. i erase it from my mind completely.

so, what would i do on a saturday afternoon? probably just go to ben's.

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i walk up to his door. i hear some fumbling.

"shit," i hear ben mutter. when he finally opens the door i raise an eyebrow?"

"um, hey babe, what are you doing here?" he asks looking back.

"i just thought we could do something," I smile.

"yeah..um, yeah, i don't know if that's a good idea," he says nervously.

"why-?"

"is she gone yet?" i hear a girl call from upstairs.

bad thoughts start to rush through my mind, worst scenarios.

"who's that?" a ask getting mad.

"n-nobody," he says scratching the back of his head.

after, a brunette comes downstairs with an oversized t-shirt, looking awkward,  confirming my worst thoughts.

"fuck!" ben says.

"who the hell is this Ben?"

"she's n-nothing. she's just a friend, she just came over!" he says.

"with no pants on?! ben, why the hell would you do this to me?!" i ask, tears pouring down my face.

he comes over and tries to comfort me.

"get the hell off of me!" i yell at him, wiping my tears.

i look back at them, with disgust, then i storm out.

after, a good twenty minutes of crying i don't know where to go, to have someone comfort me. i drive wherever, not knowing where.

i find myself, parking in alison's driveway. i get out and try to wipe all my tears.

i ring the door bell, and there she is.

alison's pov

i hear the doorbell ring and go downstairs. i open the door, to see the saddest view.

it's emily, with a red nose, puffed up eyes, and mascara running down her cheeks.

not knowing why she's crying, i just pull her in a hug, knowing that she needed it.

she whimpers and sobs in my shoulder, almost making me want to cry.

"it's okay," i tell her. she sniffles. "come on," i say taking her to my bedroom.

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i grab the tissue box from my nightstand and hand it to a crying emily on my bed.

"thank you," she sniffles.

i sit down next to her.

"emily, what happened?"

she looks at me with her big brown puppy eyes.

"come on, you could tell me anything," i say, wiping a tear from her cheek.

she mumbles something, and then finally gets to talking.

"Well, i was, um going to ben's." she starts with tears filling in her eyes.

"and, uh, when i knocked on the door.." she says sobbing. "some girl with, with no pants and-"

"it's okay," i say grabbing her wrist. "you don't have to say anything else."

i literally wanted to punch ben's face in. how dare he hurt emily like that?

she looks at me, with glossy eyes, slightly smiling at me.

this is your chance, alison. do what you should've done a long time ago. i slowly start to lean and

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