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"What Is Love?"

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Alison

"When are we going to meet her?" I asked Mary nervously. I was not looking forward to this, I was scared of seeing Emily Fields again. Why can't I just accept that she was just one of my hook ups? Well, she was my only hook up but still! I honestly didn't know what I felt about her. Wait a second-

I remember Mary telling me that she was a 'love expert'! I think I should ask her about the butterflies I felt when I was with Emily and I'll ask why I was always excited to see Em all the time. But of course I wouldn't say her name, "Mary," I called out to her as she turned around and sat down in front of me,

"So, about my old 'lover' that I told you about like two years ago," I paused, gulping, "I don't exactly know if I actually loved her. I mean love is a big word." I explained, "What is love?"

"Love. If you love a person you always want to protect that person romantically or not," she looked at me intently, "But if it's romantically only then you would feel butterflies for her and you would always want her to be by your side all the time."

I looked at her with wide eyes, "How'd you know these stuff, Mar?" I asked. I mean she didn't even have a boyfriend?

"Cause' I have a girlfriend."

I suddenly have a coughing fit and I started choking on air. What the fuck?

"I asked you before!" I managed to get out in between my coughs,

"You only asked me if I had a boyfriend." She said, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at me as I tried to keep a straight face. I didn't even know she was gay! I really should get to know my friends more.

"Okay, when will I meet your lucky girl?" I asked, playfully nudging her shoulder as she giggled. Her giggle was cute. She's seven years older than me but I feel like we're the same age... Or even better, I feel like we're sisters. I do have a sister though, her name's Charlotte (But she chose to be called CeCe) she's my half sister.

She was the girl that my Mom gave birth to before I was born. Before, Jax and Jason was born. She was my Mother's first child. We don't have the same father though. I heard that CeCe was pretty, of course she would be. She's my sister. But I bet she's prettier than me,

"Tomorrow?" She asked, shoving a pretzel in her mouth. I giggled as she choked. I mean who shoves a huge pretzel in their mouth and swallow a big piece of it. It'll probably make you choke. When she stopped choking she playfully smacked my arm, "Hey, that wasn't funny," she shrieked out, "I could've died!"

I stood up and opened her fridge. Damn, there was lots of food. Mmm. I found a big bag of doritos in one of her cabinets so I just took it and closed the fridge. I sat down where I say down before and Mary looked at me in disbelief, "Look, Ali, just because you're my boss-"

"-I'm not your boss... You are my boss since you tell me to do stuff!" I stuck my tongue out to her as she looked at the dorito bag I found, obviously craving some. I shook my head, "No, Mary, you never answered my question," she looked at me questioningly, forgetting what I asked her,

"I asked you when we're going to meet my girlfriend." I said, emphasizing the word 'girlfriend'. She chuckled, "Today." She said making me jump out of my seat, letting out a small shriek. She looked at me, her fine eyebrows raised, "Why? Do you have an interview? You don't.... so why not?" She asked as I shook my head and sat back down,

"I'm just nervous." I lied abruptly, my lie obvious, "Aww, don't be nervous," she said, "It's not like you're actually meeting your real girlfriend." I cringed. I technically am meeting my real girlfriend. We didn't break up. Wait- We weren't even official. Nevermind, "Okay." I said, pouting, "But what time though?" I asked, becoming uneasy at the topic of my girlfriend but I really needed to know.

"What about right now?" She asked making me jump off my seat, a small shriek coming out of my mouth, again, "Jesus, Mary! I didn't even get ready." I exclaimed making Mary stand up and place her hands on my shoulder, pushing me down to sit again.

"Calm yourself, Alison. Chill. Like I said, she's nothing special. Just a singer just like you," She stated, gesturing her hands to me, "So, stop worrying." I froze. I couldn't stop thinking about Emily through the whole conversation. I can't be sure that it's actually her but let's see.

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Here I am standing in front of this huge mansion, it's even bigger than mine. The garage was full of Ferraris and Lamborghinis. But there was this one tree we passed by that caught my attention. There was a carving that said EF+AD, with a heart around it but, of course, I ignored it.

"I'm pregnant," my head jerked back to Mary's direction, my eyes now leaving my shoes that I was pretending to observe, "Jesus, Mary, how?!" I practically screamed making Mary clamp her hand on my mouth, a grin forming on her face making me sigh in relief, "I'm just kidding, I only said that to get your attention," she paused, removing her hand from my mouth,

"Okay, so you can't just scream because you know maybe your girlfriend might not like you," she says, shrugging. How would you know? I almost said but decided against it. Mary started pressing the doorbell repeatedly as I stand akwardly beside her, watching her viciously pressing it over and over again. I placed my open hand on her shoulder, making her flinch and turn her head to look my way,

"What?" She hissed making me smirk, "I'm pretty sure, one press or two is enough." I told her as she sighs, "I guess so," she presses her back against the door. I was waiting for the door to open so that when it does Mary would fall on the floor which would actually be pretty funny since she would embarrass herself in front of my girlfriend.

We both heard the door click and Mary immediately retreated her back from the foor making me frown, I guess no fun for me. A lady dressed in a 'maid' uniform stood there with a polite smile on her face. She had blonde hair and hazel eyes, "Yes?" She asked,

Mary took out a piece of paper and told the lady that she was my manager and we were here to meet the owner of this mansion, "Okay, well, I'll call her down. You, lovely young ladies, could just sit down on the couch." She says, beckoning us as we both followed and sat down on the couch.

I wonder why she called us lovely young ladies she looked about Mary's age and Mary is 30. I looked at Mary to see her looking around this big ass living room, "Woah, this place is bigger than your mansion, Ali." She murmured making me smile, "No shit." I responded, sarcastically. Before she could say anything else we both looked up sensing someone's presence.

There stood Emily Fields in front of us.

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CLIFFHANGER!!! 😈😈😈😈😈

it took me long to update because my mom took my phone because of reasons that I don't know of,

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-ashley