Emison Fanfiction

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A week has passed since our study date and things have returned to normal between us. It was a little awkward at first, but we quickly got over it and moved on. We even managed to get the rest of the project done in class and got it in on time. 

"Looks good!" Mr. Fitz says as we hand our project in. "Great job girls!" 

The rest of the day flies by quickly and before I know it I'm sitting in my quiet bedroom working calmly and hard at today's homework, when suddenly, there is knock on my door. 

"Come in," I yell.

"What do you say we go out for dinner just you and I," my mother's voice fill the air as the door creeks open.

"Sure, mom!" I say, suddenly feeling all giddy with excitement.

Once we arrive at The Radley, we are quickly seated and given menus. 

"So, why the sudden interest in spending time with me? Is it daddy?" I ask after we are settled in our seats. 

"Oh, no it's not your father. Honey I'm concerned," she states, looking a little troubled. "You're seventeen and you've still got no friends, you've had one boyfriend and that lasted less than 3 weeks before you dumped him because he chewed with his mouth open!" 

"Whoa, mom I didn't realize it was crap on Emily day," I say in a sarcastic tone. "And for the record, I do have a friend. Alison Dilaurentis. 

"D-Dilaurentis? As in Jessica's daughter?" She asks trying to sound casual, but her voice cracks and she coughs to try and cover it up. 

"Uh, yeah. Why? Is there something wrong?" I question as the waiter comes by to take our orders. She shoots me one last glance before turning to the waiter to tell him what she wants.

"So how did you and Alison meet?" she says after we've taken our orders, attempting to change the subject.

"Well, it just sort of happened," I explain. "She introduced herself to me and we skipped-"

"YOU SKIPPED SCHOOL?"

"Mom!" People had started to turn towards us. I blushed in embarrassment. "Didn't the school call? I thought you would have known!"

"Now that I think about it, the school did call, but I didn't pick up because I was-" crying over daddy.

"I'll never do it again, mom. I promise," I plead, trying to get out of the situation without a scratch. 

"You're grounded for a week," she harshly informs me with authority.

I should be angry that my mother is grounding me, but I'm not, in fact, a spark of joy is ignited deep down that I have my mother back for real. I force the smile back down and put on my best mask of disapproval and disappointment.  

"Can we talk about something else and try and enjoy our dinner together?" she grins slightly.

I smile back. "Anyway, ever since then we've been practically inseparable." My cheeks flush with colour thinking about it. Ugh... now of all times?

Unfortunately, she catches me trying to look elsewhere to cover it up. "Emily? You're blushing..!"

"N-n-no! I-I just... Th-thought about th-this boy I like." I lie. 

"Oh cut the crap Emily, I can tell when you're lying. Why are you blushing?" She asks me upfront.

"Mom, how do you know if you like someone? I mean like-like someone?" I ask, knowing what this question would result in.

"Oh my god! You like Alison?? Emily are you... Gay?" She exclaims a little too noisily for my liking. 

"I don't know, mom," I say, somewhat frowning. "All I know, is that I feel as though I can be myself around her. I feel like I've known her for years but it's only been a month. I feel good around her. Nothing I've ever felt around a boy. My last and only relationship ended because I needed an excuse to break it off; I wasn't happy. The evening I went to her house to work on the project, we almost kissed. We were so close, and I was extremely disappointed when it didn't. I wanted to kiss her, mom. So yes, I do think I like her. Please don't be mad."

"Oh, Emmy! I could never be mad! Love is love, and as long as you're happy, I'm happy," she says with a relieved look on her face, probably feeling quite content that there isn't anything wrong with her daughter.

I myself felt a little at ease when I heard her reaction. She was shocked, but very accepting, and I'm so grateful for her. I know daddy would have been just as accepting. I'm sure he would have known even before I did, and waited for me to tell him. I miss him.

After we've eaten and paid, we head home and my mother goes to bed almost instantly for she was exhausted from her long day at work, I however, I stayed up in my room reading.

It's raining hard outside. Every now and then, a loud crashing noise would fill the sky as lighting struck. I hate the rain. I always have and I always will. It's dark and depressing, and only ruins my mood, or makes me feel more on edge than usual. Although, I do enjoy standing out in the rain. It makes me feel powerful. Like nothing can stop me no matter what.

About and hour after we get home, and my mother is fast asleep, I hear a knock at the door. I hurry downstairs, wondering who could here so late.

It's Ali. She looks so broken. She is soaked, twigs are stuck in her ratted hair. Her eyes are swollen and red, like she'd been crying and her left cheek was flushed red.

"Em," she cries, her voice breaking. "C-can I stay here tonight?" I pull her into a tight embrace, picking the twigs out of her hair while I run my fingers through it, combing it.

"Yes, of course," I say, fighting back my own tears at the sight of her. I swing my arm around her shoulders, supporting her as we half stumble to my room. I hope that didn't wake mom.

"Emily sh-she h-hit m-me," she stutters and fresh hot tears begin to fall.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I say, shocked at the fact that who I assume is her mother, would do that to her own daughter. 

"Not tonight" she manages to say without stuttering. She looks at me with desperation. Like she'd do anything to get out of that house. Or at least, that's what I got out of the look. 

But I was wrong.

She leans forward slightly, as her eyes switch from my eyes to my lips. I don't move. It feels wrong at a time like this. 

"Ali," I say, trying to stop her, but she doesn't stop. "Al-" She cuts me off with her own lips, capturing mine.

Butterflies - no - fireflies start to party in my abdominal region as she pulls me closer, and for a minute, I forget about everything except her and what is happening. I tangle my fingers in her hair as I begin to kiss her back.

Her hands wander to the hem of my shirt as she slips one hand under, all while swiping her tongue across my lip forcefully, begging for entrance, and that's when I pull back. Remembering where we are and what is happening.

"W-we should get to sleep," I accomplish between harsh intakes; I was breathless. 

"Y-yeah, we should." She looks the same as I felt, flushed and breathless.

We crawl into bed and get under the covers, and I feel the need all of a sudden to shield her. To protect her. So I move closer to her, so that my front in glued to her back and I wrap my arm arm her. She relaxes under my touch and takes my hand in hers.

"Goodnight, Em," she breathes.

"Goodnight, Ali," I smile to myself.

Author's note:

Sorry I didn't update again yesterday like I said I would. I started the chapter but ran out of time to finish it. I also kept getting distracted. Heh...

Anyway, you can comment your feedback if you want to lemme know what you think, vote if you wish and thank you for reading! 

Btw, I forgot to say, I know Mr. Fitz is not a history teacher, I was just using characters heheh. Anyway I may update again today who knows! 

~ Alexis