And there she was. Alison DiLaurentis. Looking more beautiful than ever. Suddenly, the stories that Delaney was telling, about her summer working at a horse stable, were gray, and Alison was a bright red in front of me. "Al-Alison," I mumbled, and suddenly everyone was looking at her.
"Hey, Emily," she said to me, her voice smooth like butter. And I wish I hadn't, but, in that moment, the only thing I could think of doing was running. So I ran. I ran, as everyone watched and Delaney cheered out for me, and Alison was still. As if she was expecting it.
I found myself in the bathroom on the fourth floor, the top floor, of the school, looking out the window, on the verge of tears. I'm not sure why, but it seemed sad to me, even though I know that a few years ago, this would have been a dream. Alison came back in and destroyed all of my progress: everything I was working towards, living without her, destroyed in one moment, by two words. "Emily," someone said behind me, and I turned around, wiping the one tear that fell from my eye. It was Alison.
"Hi Ali, how did you know I'd be up here," I said in reply, fighting through tears.
"We used to come up here when we skipped gym class and watched everyone else on the field."
"Oh, right, how did you remember that," I asked.
"Some things you just don't forget."
Flashback: Freshman Year, May 13th, Friday, 9:12 am.
Alison was standing against the bathroom stall next to the window, swinging back a flask, staring out at all the girls doing jumping jacks as Emily sat on the floor against the wall, constantly looking to the door, trying to tell whether or not the teachers were coming. "Relax, Em," Alison said, offering her a swing.
"N-no thanks."
"More for me," Alison said before taking another swing. The alcohol stayed on her breath, so she grabbed the green tea she had on the window sill in case anyone did come in. Alison, noticing that Emily seemed a bit down, sat next to her, making sure she didn't get the bum of her expensive jeans wet. "You okay, kiddo?"
Emily looked into Alison's eyes for a minute, searching for the answer. "Um, yeah," she said, breaking the eye contact and blushing, "I'm okay. Yeah, I'm okay."
"You know, you have the prettiest eyes," Alison said, and before she knew, her lips were crashing into Emily's. Emily pulled away. "I'm sorry," Alison managed to get out, in embarrassment.
"No, it's okay," Emily said, kissing Alison once more.
Back to the Present
"Yeah, some things," Emily said, filled with memories of her true love.
(AN: I wrote another as proof that I really will be writing again, lol. I hope you all enjoy!)
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