for you ➳ emison au

When The Homophobes Attack (Part 2)

a/n: i don't really know anything about police, law and stuff so I just kind off made this up lol

and warning: lots of cussing at this chapter

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"I didn't even do anything!" I screamed looking at the girl, who was now crying. Tsk, what a bitch. She asked me to write something on her arm because she was a "fan" but then she cried and pretended as that I gripped on it. Harassment, was what she called it.

The police looked at me and scoffed. "I'm sorry, Ms. Fields, but we don't take exceptions for celebrities. We treat you the way we treat other people, now, get in the car."

"Fucking hell," I mumbled under my breath as she dragged me to the police car. "Homophobic bitch!" I yelled after the girl, who smirked when the cop turned his back on her. The man hissed a cut it out before shoving me into the car.

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"She's pressing charges?!" I exclaimed at the man in front of me as he glared briefly at me before looking down to his folder.

"Unfortunately, yes." He said, lamely, as if he didn't really care, because I bet he didn't.

"Does she have proof that I was, supposedly, harassing her scrawny ass?" I asked, raising an eyebrow sassily.

"Yes," He said and showed me a picture from the folder. Holy hell. It was a picture of her white ass arm with purple sharpie all over it. What the hell were wrong with these homophobic people? Can't they just leave us alone? I mean, LOVE IS LOVE.

Even though, technically, we weren't in love. I mean, I am in love with her but who am I to be so sure that Alison's in love with me too? It's been 6 years since we dated back in highschool. It was just some stupid highschool love.

"Are you guys dumb?" He furrowed his eyebrows, looking like he was about to snap at me for saying that but I beat him to it. "That's obviously marker! Do you see the purple sharpie on the background? Also, there's a picture of Jesus Christ in the background! She's probably one of those homophobic Christians which kind of hurts me because I am Catholic."

"Calm down, Ma'am. I'll send a write up about this to the chief. For now, we'll let you go,"

I scoffed at him before storming out of the room and driving back home.

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"Can't they just get enough of it already?!" Alison exclaimed and I couldn't help but find how hot it was whenever Alison got mad. I don't know. Alison getting heated was just turning me on.

I shrugged as she paced around the room, while I was sprawled on the couch. She glared at me. "Aren't you gonna say anything about this?" When I didn't answer and just oogled over her beautiful angry face, she continued. "You need to share this event to the media, and make a huge action towards anti-LBGT people. Perhaps, it will have a huge effect on the LGBT community,"

"Um.. I-I.. I don't use my Twitter anymore."

She looked at me and frowned, almost glaring at me. "Well, why the fuck not?"

"B-Because there are alot of anti-LGBT fans.. and... and they always report me and shit. I don't want to get deleted."

"Neither do I, now, get your ass up, get on your phone and have a say in this."

Groaning, I obliged. "Fine." I muttered as I picked up my phone, that was resting on my coffee table. I unlocked my phone and went to Twitter, lazily tweeting "This bitch just told the police I was harassing her even though she asked for a autographed on her arm."

I dropped my phone on my lap and groaned. "Done."

My eyes widened when my phone suddenly started pinging and vibrating non-stop. I looked at Alison, who looked at me with a check-it-now-or-I'll-kill-you look which made me roll my eyes and pick my phone up again.

I went on my twitter to see 67,890 notifications in less than a second. I looked at the recent tweet and it made my jaw drop. It was a picture of me outside with the girl that told the police I was supposedly harassing her.

It was captioned as, "Is this her?"

Without thinking, I replied with an all caps, "YES."

I threw my phone to the wall, making it break and turn into pieces. Alison looked down to me with her eyes wide and looked genuinely shocked. "You just broke the phone you love and adore so much!"

I just then realized that and I screamed. I ran near to the wall and knelt next to the pieces as I play picked some of the pieces up and cried even louder.

Alison wrapped an arm around me with an understanding smile on her face.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Instead of battle all the homophobes with my roasting skills, I'm here, crying over the phone that I instinctively threw to the wall. Weird.

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"So, instead of ignoring that post, you decided to say something and you threw your phone to the wall, resulting it to fall into pie–"

"Mary, I love you but I know." Emily said with an eyeroll as she slumped on her chair, her hat/disguise almost falling off.

"Yeah, and now, your fans have found that girl who accused you of harassing her and now their harassing her on her Twitter. Telling her to; kill herself. This has gotten way too far. How will she drop the charges now?"

"She's lying. I did not do anything! She's one of those anti-LGBT people–"

"It's not just the anti-LGBT people who are attacking you, it's the people who just hate you for some reason! That girl is 15 years old and she has a girlfriend. I'm sure that doesn't make her homophobic." Mary snapped, and I could sense that she wasn't really angry at me. She was just disappointed, something even worse than her getting angry than me.

"Why do they hate me so much, though?" I asked, groaning lowly.

"Because 1) you get in a lot of fights 2) before you fake dated Alison, you used to fuck and dump chicks who are probably out to get revenge 3) you're just extremely rude 4) your explicit songs play on the Disney Radio, and that's why parent hate you 5) you say you're the roasting queen even though they say its Alison–" She stopped mid-sentence when I snorted.

"I didn't expect you to answer that," I mumbled sadly. "but.. Alison's roasting game is really weak and her fans that argue with me about it are completely irrelevant. They're not my fans– and wait, shouldn't I be talking to my manager about this, not you?"

Mary simply shrugged but then screamed and dragged me to the back of the restaurant as a mob of fangirls and paparazzis bursted into the restaurant.

Good to know I still had people who adore me.

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lol I somehow just decided to put this chapter in Emily's POV.