A/N:
parts/dialogues in this chapter was taken from the show
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(flashback to way back when)
Emily's pov
Just where in the world is she now?...
I've been looking for Alison. She promised to have lunch with me at the cafeteria, since everybody else got stuff of their own.
Aria's got choir practice, Hanna went to see her dad, and Spencer's got debate. I got swimming practice but not until three in the afternoon. Since I don't wanna eat lunch alone I asked Ali if she would join me, and she pinkie promised, saying yes we'll have lunch together.
Now it is lunch time and I can't seem to find her. Her phone just kept ringing every time I call until it goes to voicemail. Just where does she go when she skips class?...
Hmn...wait! I think I know... She's in the library!!
Ali has a thing for books. Novels, from American and English literature, to popular paperback mystery crime novels. Once she started reading, it'll take about an eternity before anyone gets to stop her.
I searched through the library, looking in every nook and cranny for one particular blue eyed blonde. After about a dozen bookshelves I passed through, I found Ali, sitting crossed legged on the floor, deeply engrossed on the book she's currently reading.
She didn't notice me at all, neither did she hear my soft footfall as I stepped closer. I leaned by the bookshelf as I placed my thumbs in my jean's pockets. I stared in amusement at her a moment, couldn't help myself smile as she giggled in what she was reading.
"What's so funny?" I asked
Ali looked up, a bit startled. Her smile was still on, though, and didn't fade in my sudden intrusion.
"Their names... Pip, Mr Wopscle, Uncle Pumblechook,... they all sound like stuffed animals,"
"I can't believe you're already reading that... isn't that supposed to be for next week's class?..." I sat right next to her cross legged as well.
"Yes, it is... Let me tell you what happens? I can make you a cheat sheet..."
I didn't say anything, I just shook my head in disbelief, and smiled at her. She reached her hand and touched my hair.
"You know you should let me braid your hair sometime,"
Maybe I should, but that's not what I'm really thinking right now. Other than the constant butterflies in my stomach whenever I'm around Ali, I've also been thinking about our last sleep over right before school started. I know it's been about three weeks since and I've already told the girls about my concern, but they all seem untroubled.
And then there were the cryptic text messages we've been receiving, signed by 'A'...
"Something wrong?" Ali noticed my brief silence and asked.
I don't want to worry her and disrupt that wonderful glowing smile on her face. God, I love it when she smiles, because when she does, everything else just turns brighter. Instead, I told her about a dream I had last night.
"I had a dream last night... my dad in his uniform in the middle of the desert carrying a rifle,"
"Em..."
"He looked at me then the desert completely disappeared, along with his rifle, and was replaced by his bag. Instead of the vast, dry and barren land, he was now standing by our porch, surrounded by my mom's blooming garden, seemingly happy. He was just there by the threshold, home again and beaming at me,"
Ali broadened her smile, making her eyes twinkle more than it usually did when that curve in her mouth stretches wide in her angelic face.
"That's why I love you, you're big on happy endings," she said, making me feel a wee bit warmer on my cheeks as our gazes lingered. "So, it's Dickens we've got next week by the way... Pip gets Stella in the end... can I read you something?..."
I nodded in agreement and she broke off from our little stare contest that made my heart bounce in my chest like a basketball dribbling and my cheeks flush a little bit more. Ali went on reading the passage from the book, loud enough for me to hear it clearly...
"I loved her against reason...
against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness...
against all discouragement that can be..."
Every line Ali read struck me a realization I never knew before. Now, I know why I feel closer to Ali than with either Hanna, Spencer or Aria. I am close to every single one of them, but when it comes to Ali, I have this particular attachment, a connection, a feeling...
This isn't supposed to happen, but I just realized that against all the norms, against what others might think of it, I just realized that I have fallen in love with Ali. Maybe I have been for a while now, I just didn't know it til she read that passage for me from a Charles Dickens book titled Great Expectations. It's like she made a wake up call out of that passage and made it rang in my head so loudly.
Now, with our eyes locked once more, her crystal-like blue eyes piercing into my brown ones, I felt an invisible pull towards her. It was so irresistible, so much I couldn't stop myself from leaning closer to Ali, and next thing I know, I gently placed my lips onto hers. And right then and there, in the middle of the stacks of books, Ali and I kissed...
And one more realization hit me as our lips touched. One thought that I never knew would ever cross my mind...
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A/N:
Hurricane Irma has passed, leaving most people devastated. One thing left to do. Rebuild. May not be easy, but together we'll all get through this. My love and prayers to all of those who have been affected
kisses,
-A
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