love on the brain

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A/N- Usually I don't do this but due to the very sad and recent death of Naya Rivera, I feel like I should talk about this subject real quick.

You guys life is too short and tomorrow is not promised. I know it's cliche but it's so true. With everything going on the world at the moment, I feel like we all need to realize, we are all human. We all bleed, hurt, cry and act the same way. So please love one another and let go the hatred in our hearts.

Thank You.

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I exhale softly trying to control my emotions. I knew having my mother come today wouldn't be a good idea yet I ignored all my inner thoughts and accepted.

First impressions are always important, and I know my mother once she hates something, she hates it all the way through. So that's why I couldn't help but hate the idea of having her and shay come down  here.

So to see Alison act like that towards my mother didn't frighten me at all, I was more surprised that she was standing up for me. Speaking on a situation that had nothing to do with her, more because deep down inside I didn't want her to get involved.

But what intrigued me more was that she was fighting for me. No one as ever fought for me, or made me feel like I was worth fighting for.

Until her.

I take my attention off this book I was pretending to read, and slowly look upon her. There she sat in her office with the door halfway open, but the door opened just enough where I can see her.

I swallowed hard staring at her, observing her every move. How her eyebrows flare up every once in a while, how her hair hanged perfectly in that high pony tail. How her glasses sat at the bridge of her nose.

I watched she typed furiously on her laptop, and notice she began to smirk. Looking at her I couldn't help but question, "what exactly are you, Alison Dilaurentis?".

I found myself wanting to know more about her, I mean I knew things of her but I wanted to know important and meaningful things.

Like... what type of music was she into. What's her favorite number. What's her favorite food. Anything honestly. I felt like she knew everything about me and I knew only a little.

"may I ask why you're staring at me?"

The voice of Alison brings out my thoughts causing me to quickly return to the book I was pretending to read.

"I-I wasn't"
You could obviously here the lie in my shaky voice. Inner me let a sigh and slapped myself in the forehead, I cleared my throat.

Pretending as if I also didn't notice her exiting her office to approach me. My eyes glued to the book, I flip the page noticing her lean against her door frame and watch me.

"so what do you call looking at someone at a distance for a long time? I mean I felt as if your eyes were stuck for five minutes just looking at me" She asks me.

I didn't have to look her now she know she was smirking.

"Five minutes? Isn't that a bit of exaggeration. I mean I was only looking at you for at least two minutes, if anything three but fi..." I cut myself off realizing I just contradicted myself.

I told her I wasn't looking and then automatically told her I wasn't looking for a long time. She lets out a slight chuckle at my response before approaching me.

"I've been working ever since we got home, so if I'm hungry that means you must be too, right?" She asks before sitting down across from me.

I take my eyes off the book, before glancing up at her. "I am...." I trail off before shutting the book, and tossing it down on the couch.