Emison Fanfiction

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It's been two weeks since my father's death. My mother is back to seeing her therapist as she'd started to slip into her bad habits and was showing more and more symptoms of depression as more and  time passed by. I missed school for a week after, having Ali bring me the homework and teach to the best of her abilities what we've been doing in each class. I tried to tell her that she didn't have to and that I would be okay, but she told me that it was helping her better understand what the teachers were attempting to drill into her brain, so I let her, all while really enjoying being around her and secretly cherishing every moment.

I've now been back at school for a week. The first few days were difficult as all eyes were on me. Everyone knew. It could have been a lot harder if I didn't have Ali by my side. She held my hand through it all, practically shielding me for the fiery eyes that which I constantly felt burning again the back of my head. Why is she so nice to me? Why does she care? What happened to her inseparable group? Spencer? Aria? Mona? What about them? Why me all of a sudden? After a week, people finally moved on.

I sit down in my first period class, which happened to be history, my least favourite class. History is history! We can't change the world by memorizing the dates! Yes, we can by learning from mistakes in the past, but what do dates have to do with that! 

The bell rings and the last student scurries in trying to be discrete but earns himself a detention nonetheless. 

"Quiet down!" Mr. Fitz yells over the racket we were making. "Today I'm assigning you a project to be done in pairs," he says once the class is dead quiet. " You are to create a time capsule of a certain period in time or event that I will assign. You are lucky, because today and JUST for today, you will be allowed to choose your partners." The class cheers in excitement and I catch Ali's eye. Me? She gets up and makes her way over to me, and I'm already blushing.

"Partners?" she asks confidently as if she knows I have no choice other than to say yes. Somewhere deep down this spikes a nerve but I remind myself that she could have chosen anyone else but she chose me, and the pain subsides. 

"Yeah, sure," I respond.

"Great!" she smiles. "Let's go get our period!" She tugs at my arm forcing me off my chair and into a walking motion. 

"Ms. Fields and Ms. Dilaurentis? You two are together?" he asks sounding more shocked than like he just asked a casual question. 

"Yes, Mr. Fitz." Ali responds before I can, smiling her eye warming smile. 

"All right! You are to create a time capsule on World War II," he says. "I'd advise you start now as the due date is in a week from now."

We return to my seat and begin working and researching, but soon the bell rings forcing us to wrap up and head to our next class.

"My house at 7:00?" she asks on our way to class. I can't help but notice that our feet are walking in perfect synchronization, and smile a little at that for no apparent reason.

"Sounds good!" 

"It's a date!" she jokes, but I can't help wonder what it would be like if it actually were a date. Shut up, Emily!

After a long school day, it's finally 7:00, and I'm standing at Ali's front door (she texted me the address). I finally build up enough courage to knock, and it's Ali's mother that opens the door and summons me inside. 

"You must be Emily! I've tons about you!" she exclaims excitedly. I blush a little at the fact that Ali has told her about me.

"Y-yeah," I stammer awkwardly. I then notice how fast my heart is beating and begin to panic.

"You okay?" she asks a little uncomfortable. 

"Y-y-yeah! I'm fine," I say trying desperately to hide the panic in my voice. I think it works because she smiles and walks off somewhere.

It becomes more and more difficult to breath as I realize what is happening. I'm having a heart attack! My palms grow sweaty and my body begins to convulse viciously as the world around me begins to spin. A loud ring echoes in my ears, mixed with what sounds like the sound of footsteps. 

"Emily?" It's Ali, her voice full of concern. She drapes my arm around her shoulder and practically carries me to her room. "Emily, can you hear me?"

"C-can't b-breathe" I manage between rough intakes of air. With that, she pulls me into a light embrace whispering things like "You're okay," and "You're safe," softly in my ear as she plays with my hair and eventually, I relax a little, catching my breath as the trembling slowly comes to a stop.

"What happened?" she asks when she feels me relax completely.

"I was talking to your mom, and all of a sudden, I felt like I was having a heart attack." I explain. 

"Has this ever happened before?" she asks as if she knows exactly what's happening to me.

"Remember the first day we met? When you caught me in the bathroom?" I say nervously, trying hard to not stutter and keep my words straight and clear.

"So it does," she almost states. "My brother experienced the same symptoms as you, and he was diagnosed with a social anxiety disorder. That could explain a lot in you."

"You think I'm broken?" I say without thinking. Pain flashes in her eyes for a moment but vanishes before it can take over. "I'm sorry I didn't mean that your brother is broken. This is all new to me. I hope you can understand that."

"Of course. It's okay, I'll keep it to myself. You can trust me, Em," she says, her blue eyes studying my dark brown eyes. It's as though she sees right through me. She sees the real me, the me that is hidden behind a brick wall because of this newly discovered phobia I have. The me that no one else sees. And in that moment, the rest of the world is frozen, and we are the only two that can move.

She slowly leans forward, and my heart begins to beat a million miles per hour as her eyes lock on my lips. I start to lean in too, letting her know that it's okay to continue. Her hand reaches up to cup my jaw, our lips millimeters away when suddenly there is a knock on the door and we are forced to draw back.

"Study snack?" Her mother says carrying a fruit platter and a giant smile.

Author's Note:

Moms! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, thank you for reading! I will most likely update again today! I'm going to take a bit of a music break cause I feel like it, and then I'll get right back into it! 

Comment your feedback letting me know what to change and what to continue and vote only if you want to! Thanks!! 

~ Alexis