(flashback to way back when)
Emily's pov
I just want to hear her voice again, is all...
She just left, leaving us for one whole week, to see her grandmother in Georgia. I hate being away from Ali, but I hate it even more if she's gone away and mad at me at the same time. It's like she's got mood swings worse than a hormonal pregnant woman on first trimester, but lately her bipolar attitude switch towards me has gone from zero to a hundred in less than two seconds.
I'm way more confused of her than I was confused of my sexuality not too long ago.
She just stopped talking to me since I told her that I've been going out with Maya, the psychology major college freshman I met couple weeks ago. We really hit it off, Maya and me, and I really do want to know more about her. And seemingly, so does Maya. We've been to the movies and lunch dates, and when I mentioned this to the girls, Ali shut me out all of a sudden.
After 'A' shoved my face flat out of the closet after this psycho sent pictures of me and Maya making out, not just to my parents but to the entire school as well, I got no more qualms of being myself. Psycho as it may this 'A' person is, guess I'm a little grateful for the shove. Ready or not, at least I'm out in the world and no more hiding for me.
But as I'm beginning to become more comfortable being myself, Alison started to act strange. One minute she's having fun window shopping with me or sharing ice cream at the park while making stupid jokes out of every passersby, and then the next minute she's not talking me, ignoring me like I was just some brick wall standing still next to her.
Now, she just left. Off to Savannah, Georgia. For a whole freakin' week. Without a word said to me.
Now, I just feel stupid. With my phone on my ear trying to reach her, trying to figure out why she isn't talking to me. Is she mad? Why is she mad? What did I do? Or didn't do? What did I say to her to make her ignore me like this? Or didn't say...?
God... Ali's messing me up, acting like this... What do I do now?
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Alison's pov
What do I do now?
Emily's been blasting my phone since who knows when. I'm not really paying attention to the time stamp on her calls, but I do know it's time to say hi to Grandma.
I stepped out of the limo grandma arranged to have me picked up from the airport, and all the way throughout my journey, I slept. More like, I closed my eyes the entire time, forced my thoughts to drift away from Emily.
"Hello there my little ray of sunshine!" Grandma went down the steps to give me one big tight hug, the smell of peach pie and vanilla wafted through my nose as we made contact.
"Hi Grandma!"
"I'm so glad you made it! Tell me how was the flight? How's your mother and your father? They're doing well I hope... and your brother? I hope he's not up to no good yet again..."
We were barely inside this huge house of hers when she bombarded me with questions. What I want to know though is why she asked me to come. Not trying to be rude, I love Grandma, but I do very much prefer the company of people my own age, " They're all fine grandma... How about you? How are you doing?"
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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...
