Alison's pov
Ping!
My phone lit up from the message that just came in. I wiped my multi-color, acrylic stained hands with a clean towel and grabbed my phone. It was Spencer.
S.O.S. Meet up @the Brew in ten
This message seems very familiar. Very much like old times. What's up with Spencer now? Isn't she supposed to be busy in her mom's office at this time of the day?
Why?
I messaged her back, unsure if I wanna go meet up. Honestly, I don't want to leave my brightly lit room right now, especially when I'm in the middle of finishing some work on my canvas.
It's Emily... She's back
That very second Spencer's message sunk in, my heart skipped it's beat, my body froze and my hands felt numb. I kept my eyes locked in my phone's bright screen, reading Spencer's message repeatedly.
Four words.
Only four words that my brain is trying to process right now. Then, same four words made me scramble out of the stool I'm sitting on and dash off to the stairs going to my bedroom.
I snatched my keys and my coat quickly. But I halted as I noticed myself on the mirror. Different shades of different colors stain my shirt, so is my face, I almost looked like the human form of the pride flag, not to mention my hair was in a messy bun.
But I can't waste any more time fussing on how I should look, it's been so long and I can't wait to see Emily now. I can't stand here in front of my mirror staring at my rainbow-like reflection 'cause I can't wait to hear Emily's long over due explanation for her absence...
....
Okay... fine. Maybe I could just change my shirt and tidy up my hair. I can do that in less than five, so...
I fumbled in my closet and dug up for something nice to wear. But I can't seem to decide what to pick because I kept tossing away one dress after another, one shirt after another, that I suddenly felt a shortage in my clothing 'cause I can't find just the right thing to wear. Minutes passed and I'm still flipping my closet inside out when I heard my doorbell rang.
Some timing...
I decided to ignore it, I'm way too busy dolling myself up. Then it rang again for the second time. I swear if this is Liam trying to drag me to some party yet again, I'm gonna make his life miserable as hell.
I stomped my way downstairs, still wearing my pride flag styled face and shirt, courtesy of acrylic and pastel stains on it, feeling all the blonde mess that's resting on my head, and went to open the damn door.
"Liam! I told you--"
I paralyzed as I sucked in air and held it in my lungs the instant I saw it wasn't Liam who was at my door. A million and ten things flooded in my head, as my emotions mixed like a dozen different liquors put in a blender and every single memory rushed in like rapids making it's way to the fall. It wasn't Liam who rang my door bell.
It was Emily...
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Emily's pov
She looked at me like she was bitten by a snake.
Wide eyes, blue as the ice formed in the snow with her long lashes, stared at me, making me feel discomfort like I haven't felt it before. I cleared my throat that suddenly felt dry before I spoke.
"Ehem... Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, miss, but I was wondering if you could help me find an address..."
The lady who opened the door gaped at me like I grew four turtle heads out of my neck. She hasn't said anything at all, she didn't answer my question for an awkwardly long while. She just looked at me wide eyes, open mouthed.
"Uhm... miss, are you okay?" I asked the lady because she seemed to be in a catatonic shock at the moment, unmoving, unblinking.
"Maybe, I should just go... I'm so sorry to have bothered you," I started to turn my back to leave when I heard her finally speak.
"Wait!!"
It's only one word, but the way she said it, it was with such an urgency. It almost sounded like a plea stressed in a forceful voice.
And her voice...
She opened her door wider this time and tentatively stepped forward. My eyes met hers and as I looked deeply in those sapphire-like crystal ice blue orbs, I felt something fluttery in my stomach. I felt something warm in my chest.
I felt...
"Emily... wait,"
She knows my name... She knew me, and I called her miss. That is why she was very surprised to see me at her door. So surprised it bordered a close line towards shock.
And Just like Toby, this strangely, colorfully gorgeous gal was an acquaintance from my past that I do not remember...
But unlike him, this beautiful young woman gives me the strangest feeling of them all. So damn strange I don't even know what to call it...
I just feel it...
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PRETTY Little LOVE (emison fanfic)
FanfictionA slightly different kind of Emison story where Emily's the one who went M.I.A from the group. When she finds her way back to Rosewood, Emily doesn't remember Alison, or most of the memories she's had with her and the rest of the girls. As Alison, o...
