PRETTY Little LOVE (emison fanfic)

Chapter 18: #seeyouagain

A/N:

Hey! Been a while guys... I was about to update yesterday but I got hooked up with something else entirely, but today here's your update!
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Spencer's pov

Why on mother earth Alison isn't answering all of her phones??!

I've tried her mobile phone, then her home phone, then the phone in the gallery, just in case she's in there painting her sanity out on her canvas. But no answer. One big NADA!

She should know Emily is in Rosewood. We're all affected when Emily cut ties with us, and Alison took it the hardest. But that wasn't really the case.

I ran into Toby earlier and he told me what happened. He could've just called me right away, but he didn't. I get it, he's still probably mad at me. But he could've told Alison, or Aria, or Hanna.

He should have said something right away. Then we would have known that all this time Emily didn't leave us... We would have known right away that Emily had a terrible accident.

So terrible she lost all of her memory of us...

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Emily's pov

There is something about her that bugs me.

It's like that feeling when you know the answer in a crossword puzzle but can't spell it quite right. She knows my name but I totally have no idea what is hers, and I can't quite ask for it without sounding rude or imposing.

"Em... we've been friends. The question you should be asking is how are you?... Now, here is my question... Where the hell have you been and how come you didn't keep in touch like you were supposed to??"

She demanded the question like I owe her. She squinted her eyes at me like I'm some puny thing who just made the mistake of wandering in her porch, same eyes pierced mine waiting for an answer.

"I was stuck in a limbo, comatose... that's why," before I could've stopped myself, I spoke very flatly.

Much to my surprise, she snorted a big, loud, somewhat sarcastic laugh. Now I'm wondering, did I just meet a crazy old friend because she's laughing her guts out at my blunt honesty. And I don't like it one bit.

"That's just funny, Em... Seriously? Why don't you just tell me what did I do again for you to walk away and stay away from me like that for so long? If this is your way of payback for all the hurt I've caused you, then you should know it hurt as much, so damn much, when you left and never looked back..."

Now I'm even more confused. Am I hearing things right from this... this beautiful mess of a lady whom I really don't remember having an acquaintance with. Seems to me she's blaming herself, something she did, as to why I haven't been able to... 'keep in touch like I was supposed to'... to quote her words. That me not keeping in touch with her was some sort of payback...

Jeez... I really don't know... I think I'm about to have a migraine now...

"I'm not joking, okay... You already know my name so, how about you tell me yours and we sort this one out like normal civilized people," I said as I raked my hand through my slightly frozen hair.

Before she could answer me, she turned her head towards the incessant noise that is her phone. It kept ringing, but she seemed to be dead set on ignoring it. Until now that it bugs the both of us.

"You can take that call, you know... It could be an emergency or something..."

I spoke again when she didn't say anything, but just stared at me with furrowed eyebrows and cold blue eyes, probably colder than the weather if I must say so.

"Come in," she jerked her head towards her house gesturing me to go inside.

For the second time, she invited me to go in. And for the second time, I don't know, but I felt somewhat conflicted. She knows me, I don't know her and I got trust issues. She may look like that clown in that horror movie, with all the colors splattered on her and her crazy bun of tangled hair, but she actually seem nothing like an axe murderer... Okay, I don't know what I'm thinking anymore.

Too conflicted, too confused.

"I'm not gonna slice your throat with a chainsaw, okay," And it also seems like she can read mind as well, "... We're gonna sort things out like normal civilized people just as you said... that is after I shut the hell up whoever's ringing my damn phone... Come on in,"

Oh well, whatever... After all, among other stuff I've been looking for, I'm also looking to find out my past here in this town. And this rainbow-splashed, blue-eyed blonde beautiful stranger seemed to be part of the past I'm trying to piece together...

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Spencer's pov

"What?!"

Alison blasted my eardrum with that four letter word exclaimed in the highest pitch. Had she answered my call right away she would not freak out like this. Not before Emily showed up in her porch looking for my mother.

"You heard me Alison... You can start telling her the basics... Aria, Hanna and I are on our way to your our place, we will all help bring back those memories Emily lost... Just don't freak her out," I said as I fumbled for my car keys.

"What exactly does that supposed to mean, Spencer?" I could all but hear the edge in Alison's voice on the other line.

"It means do not bombard her with details... It might just overwhelm her,"

"Don't you think all of you coming in here at once won't bombard the freak out of her?!"

"We're on our way, I'm driving now... See you both in a bit," I hung up on Alison before she can make any further solid case. I will not let the chance to see Emily again slip, more so a chance to help a good old friend.

"Buckle up you two... we're about to see a long lost friend... like really lost friend," I told Aria who was on the passenger side and Hanna on the backseat.

They both nodded in silence and agreement. I have no idea what's going on in their minds or how are they both feeling. But I do know for sure we all want to see Emily again...

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