When The Homophobes Attack

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Alison's POV

"Hi, Em." I greeted the brunette, who was standing in front of the microwave with an apron wrapped around her waist, while rubbing my eyes.

The smell of waffles suddenly awoke me and I watched as Emily took out the waffles from the toaster. She placed them on top of the counter as I sat on one of the stalls. I looked at them waffles with my eyes wide and my mouth watering.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell.

"Mm," I moaned and looked at Emily with a grin as she smiled back at me. "This smells so good. I didn't know you can cook."

"It's just waffles." Emily stated with a chuckle as she sat on the stool right across from me.

"I know, but, I like waffles and you just so happen to know how to cook them."

Before she could respond, my phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out with an eyebrow furrowed. Who the hell could this be– I stared at my phone with my eyes wide as it pinged and vibrated a couple of times.

All the notifications and Emison fans bombarding my twitter with tweets made my phone glitch. I groaned as I slapped the phone with my hand a couple of times, which is what I do when my phone glitches and I get angry.

"Chill, babe," I heard Emily's voice.

I looked up and pouted at her as she gave me a toothless grin. "Our fans are attacking me on Twitter."

"They're not necessarily attacking you, I bet. They're just–" She was cut off when her phone vibrated. She ignored it and was about to continue when it kept vibrating that it fell off the counter. "Fucking hell," She cursed under her breath as she picked it up.

She unlocked her phone and then glared at the screen. I arched an eyebrow at her amusingly. She glanced at me with her eyebrows furrowed before looking back down to her phone again. "You're right. The Emison fans are attacking us on Twitter."

She slapped the side of her phone once and groaned before she set it down on the counter.

"Enough with social media," She said, in a serious tone and then looked at me with a warm smile. Bipolar. "Let's talk about your night... Did you sleep well?"

I munched on the waffles she gave me and smiled. "Yeah! It was amazing! I had a dream that the unicorns came to our world and invaded planet earth and we had to move to their planet because unfortunately, the unicorns didn't like their planet and liked ours better."

Emily looked at me with an eyebrow raised as a smile forms on her face. "Quite an interesting mind, you got there. It's weird. I like it." She said before taking a sip on her orange juice.

"Yeah, but that's not it! Their planet was so beautiful! It was full of rainbows and pots of gold, that weren't actually useful since unicorns lived there, and everything was so peaceful!" I stared at the ceiling, thinking back to my dream, with a longing expression on my face. "I wish earth could be like that. You know, with the rainbows and stuff."

Emily set her glass down on the counter as she stared at me thoughtfully. "Actually, with you around. The world seems to be like that. Rainbows and such, I mean. Like, you bring rainbows to everybody's world, Alison. You are the rainbow."

I let out a soft chuckle. "Well, I would probably be a hot pride flag, wouldn't I?" I playfully winked at her as she laughed.

"Yeah, you would."

Before I can open my mouth to say something, Hanna bursts into the kitchen with her eyes widened. "Did you guys check your Twitters?"

Emily and I exchanged glances before we answered. "No."

"Well, you best should because homophobes are attacking you right now while your freakin army is trying to defend you. Shouldn't you guys step in and say something?" I could just see through Hanna's hysterics. It's quite funny.

"Don't have that amused look on your face, Dilaurentis. The homophobes are threatening to report you until you get your account deleted by twitter." The smile, that I didn't know was there, suddenly faltered as I panicked.

My Twitter? Deleted? By homophobes reporting me profusely? Oh, hell no! My Twitter is special to me, you see?

"Oh, crap." Hanna suddenly blurts out making me and Emily look at her. "My friend just texted me and told me that you guys are on the news."

Emily quickly stood up and ran to the livingroom. Hanna and I exchanged looks before deciding to follow Emily into the livingroom.

We, then, found Emily sprawled on the couch, the remote on her hand, as she stared at the TV, with concentration on her eyes.

"I can't wait to tell Mary about thi–" I started but stopped when Hanna nudged me, hard, on the ribs as I let out a tiny yelp. Annoyed, I glared at Hanna, who shushed me.

I crossed my arms and looked at the TV.

"Will this be the end of Emily Fields' and Alison Lauren's carrer?" The man on the TV spoke, immediately making my eyebrows furrow. "Anti-LGBT people strike an attack to the young couple on Twitter, sending them; death threats and more. It perplexes me how cruel the world is nowadays." The man said with an eyeroll.

"If you don't know who Alison Lauren and Emily Fields are, they are both singers and songwriters. They're both well known artists and just recently; they had came out to the public about their relationship. People who are against the LGBT community didn't really mind that until they had their first concert together," The TV showed a picture of us on the stage, during the concert, with smiles on our faces.

"Our source says that all this chaos on Twitter was started by Lucy McVay." I gasped silently. Lucy McVay. Lucy McVay was my bestfriend. . . the one I met at the airport! Oh, god. I haven't spoke to her in months already! I felt bad but was she doing this to get her "revenge"?

Pushing all the thoughts to the back of my mind, I looked at the TV again. "Lots of people don't understand why the people who are against the LGBT community are attacking now but police says that they're tracking down the people who were sending the death threats. People's opinions should be brought out but we shouldn't let it get to a point where people are sending death threats to each other."

I hated the last sentence. That's the news' "motto", I guess, but it's just honestly annoying. Emily turned the TV off and stood up from the couch as she looked at me. Without tearing her gaze away from me, she placed the remote back on the coffee table.

"That's not even as bad as my old dramas, but okay." Emily says nonchalantly as she shrugged, making Hanna and me look at her weirdly. I had thought Emily would be more furious at this, but now, she was rather... calm. "I don't think this will affect our carrer."

"That's what you think. What does Mary think about this, huh?" I snapped.

Emily looked at me, somehow, annoyingly. "I don't care what Mary thinks. She's your manager, not mine." She pointed out, making me roll my eyes as she made her way towards me. "But, unfortunately, I do care what she thinks. Your my fake girlfriend, anyways. I take care of my fake girlfriends. I treat their problems like mine."

She wrapped her arm around my waist to face Hanna and that's when the butterflies came in. So, this was what it was like dating Emily Fields. I mean, I do know what it's like but I'm talking about the matured Emily. Suddenly, all my anger about what I had just witnessed on the TV disappeared.

And it was like as if it didn't matter and neither did what Mary thought about it. It was like as if the only thing that mattered was Emily's arm around my waist.

That was honestly so cute

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