Faking It (Emison)

Chapter 8

Emily POV

After the dance Ali and I are in the car with Charlotte, sitting in the back while Hanna is in the front with Charlotte.

"What are you going to do with your mom?" 

I sigh and lean my head on her shoulder, "I don't know. I'll figure something out I guess."

"I don't want you going through this alone. And it sucks that you have to. I wish I could help more," she says and I could feel the sincerity in her voice. "I know. Thank you for that. I'll get through it. I mean, how bad could it be?"

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"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! YOU COMPLETELY EMBARRASSED ME EMILY CATHERINE! YOU'RE GAY?! AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?" Mother was pacing the kitchen and I sighed, "mother relax. You're gonna walk a trench into the ground."

"Your jokes aren't funny right now Emily! You and Alison?! This is just...sick! God I can't even look at you."

"Mom please. I'm still the same old Emily that you know and love so very much? Your daughter?" I try to get her to tell me she loves me but she doesn't. She sighs, "I have to...go to bed. Goodnight."

She walks upstairs and I sit with tears in my eyes as I watch her walk away from me. "Ouch. How hard to fake come out." Hanna chuckles and I stare at her, "you were eavesdropping?"

"Oh please, I always do."

"Fuck you Hanna. You have no idea what's going on." I stand up and shove her with my shoulder, wiping my tears as I walk upstairs, slamming my door behind me.

I groan and lay on my bed, trying to shut my eyes but every time I do, I see Alison. I see her smile, her perfectly blue eyes. 

"God! Why are you so perfect?" I complain and throw a throw-pillow at a picture of us on my wall.

I change into girl boxers and a t-shirt, then I curl up under my covers and try to think of anything else until I fall asleep.

1 Week Later (October 21, 2014)

"What're you working on there Taylor Swift. Another song?" I smile and Alison sighs, "possibly."

"Can I get a sneak peek?" I smirk and nudge her with my foot, making her smile and shake her head, "sorry. Not this time."

"What? Come on. Unfair. You always show me your songs."

"Yes but this one's personal."

"So was the one about Channing Tatum's abs and what they mean to you."

Ali laughs and nods, "true but this one is actually, really personal. And it's a secret. It's not ready yet." "Als! Please?" She turns to me and sits up, "not. Yet."

Her eyes land on mine and I see the want in them. She leans in and I let my eyes flutter shut as my heart takes over in the kiss. I smile and kiss back until I hear the shutter sound of her phone camera. 

"Perfect," she says and grins after a few seconds. "Snapchat and Instagram will love that picture."

She wanted the picture...ouch.

"Do you know that I have gotten over 700 new followers on instagram since we got together the other week? It's amazing."

I scoff, "so amazing."

"And one of those followers happen to be Mr. Sexy abs, Toby Cavanaugh."

"I don't understand how showing him that you have a girlfriend will get Toby to fall in love with you. Your so called 'plan' has about 50 flaws."