Awkward

Part 3

The next day the girls are at Spencer's barn having fun drinking and listening to music while Alison is at home debating if she wants to be in close proximities with Emily. She decided that she was just being weird so with a quick check in the mirror and deciding to moisten her lips with lip balm she was out the door. She walked through the space separating her yard from Spencer's and came directly to the barn. 

Alison: Hey girls. Having fun?

Aria: Yeah. We were just drinking Tequila that Hanna brought over and snacks. 

Alison: I'm surprised Hanna brought Tequila instead of snacks. 

Everyone ignored her rude comment to Hanna.

Spencer: What about music? Has anyone downloaded anything new?

Emily: I like Naughty boy ft. Beyonce and Arrow Benjamin's Runnin' lose it all.

Alison: Maybe your liking it a little too much Em.

Nobody is paying attention to hear what she said but she knows Emily did and after all that was what mattered. Alison didn't know why she felt a need to be cruel especially towards her friends. She was the closest to Emily and she was also the harshest towards her. 

Alison: Aria I love your sense of fashion but the pink hair streaks are a bit much.

Aria: I think it gives me diversity. I hate the blended look. Everything in Rosewood is so cookie cutter. Even the houses are diverse. You live right next door to Spencer and your houses are so very different. That's how I like to be. I want to be able to stand next to anyone and never worry about blending in.

Spencer: You will never have that problem Aria. Even if you didn't have pink hair. Your a very unique individual.

Hanna: Drunken Spencer is being philosophical and using big words again.

Spencer: Drunken Hanna just used the word philosophical and used it correctly in a sentence. I think I love drunk Hanna.

Alison rolls her eyes: Just what we need two drunk Spencers. Emily could you come sit over here please. I'm bored. I want to braid your hair.

Emily: You should come sit on the couch next to me. You can't braid my hair if you sit in that chair.

Alison raises an eyebrow: Emily Catherine Fields! ( she huffed ) Never mind now. I don't want to. You ruined it. 

Emily: sorry Ali was just trying to be sensible. I'd be laying on your lap if I came over there.

A tremble ran down Alison's spine as she thought of Emily's head laying on her thigh facing towards her-.

Alison: It wouldn't have been that bad Em. 

Aria: Your not drinking Ali?

Alison: What? Oh no. I'm not up to it.

She starts to text Ian on her phone after feeling like Emily had somehow rejected her. She realized her feelings were actually hurt. And Alison Dilaurentis doesn't do feelings. She is usually the one to hurt other people's. All she could do now was put on her mask of indifference pretending Emily Fields did not matter therefore whatever she did doesn't matter to Alison.