What if Ali never went missing that night the girls were staying in Spencer's barn? Would Emily ever have a chance to be with her?
-This story is based on the tv show-It starts the day after the sleepover, and all the girls are 15-
Emily woke up slowly and for a moment, forgot where she was. Then she remembered- Spencer's barn. No wonder she felt groggy, she wasn't used to drinking but she was pretty sure this was what a hangover felt like.
The other girls were still fast asleep on the floor beside her. It had been a great sleepover from what she could remember, but everything was a little fuzzy. Ali stirred in her sleeping bag, and Emily turned to look at her. Ali even looked beautiful in her sleep- with her golden blonde curls lying gracefully on her pillow, her glowing porcelain skin, and her long dark eyelashes. Emily wondered if Ali had even read the letter she had sent her, and then winced. She felt guilty for writing so angrily to her- she didn't want to be mad at Ali, she was so in love with her that everything about Ali seemed perfect. But Ali broke her heart, and she had found the courage to express her disappointment on paper. That was a week ago, and she still hadn't mentioned the letter, or Emily's sexuality for that matter. Emily secretly hoped that the letter had gotten lost in the mail.
Ali opened her eyes, and smirked, "why are you staring at me Emily? Have you been watching me all night?" "No!" Emily gasped, looking around the room and being grateful than none of the others had woken up. Why did Ali have to make her feel miserable like this all the time? "Ali…did you get my letter?" Emily demanded, plucking up some courage. The alcohol must have still been in Emily's system, she didn't usually have the nerve to confront Ali about something serious like this. Ali's expression changed, she suddenly looked worried and vulnerable. She looked distantly past Emily, and bit the side of her lip, "...yeah…." Emily was suddenly speechless, why wasn't Ali making fun of her?
"I'm so sorry Emily," she whispered, touching her arm. "It's okay Ali, I don't expect you to like...love me or anything," sighed Emily, hating herself for getting all soft again. But Ali shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek, "I shouldn't have messed with you like that Em, I shouldn't have sent you mixed messages… I just..." Emily had never seen Ali cry before- Ali was tough, fearless, and perfect. She wrapped her arms around her, pulling her tight. She suddenly didn't care that Ali had made her so angry, as long as she could still be her best friend. After a moment, Ali pulled away gently, her watery eyes staring straight into Emily's. "I was just so confused," she whimpered, and before Emily could even question it, Ali began to move closer to her and she didn't dare move a muscle. Just as it seemed as if Ali was going to kiss her, Aria let out a loud yawn from across the room. Both girls jumped, startled. Ali gave Emily a sharp look, as if to warn her not to say anything stupid, and wiped a crystal tear from her eye. Aria turned around in her sleeping bag and saw that they were awake, "morning…what time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Emily opened her mouth, then closed it again, feeling paranoid that someone had heard their conversation, and still in shock about what had just happened..
It was eight o'clock that evening, and Emily was watching a movie on the television. She wasn't really watching it properly though, she kept replaying the conversation she'd had with Ali in her head. Ali had said she'd been confused- but about what? Her sexuality? Emily had been certain that Ali was leaning in to kiss her, but now she wasn't so sure. Her mind was probably playing tricks on her. It seemed too surreal- she had spent so long secretely dreaming about being with Ali, hoping that one day she would tell Emily that she really loved her, or give her a spontaneous kiss when they were alone together. Everytime Ali gave her a compliment, a part of Emily would believe she was flirting. Everytime Ali asked to hang out with her and didn't ask the others, a part of her would think Ali loved her the best. Her mind was warped by her infatuation with Ali- and so it probably was warped in thinking that Ali was actually going to kiss her earlier.
Worse still, what if Ali was just playing with her, thinking its absolutely hilarious to see Emily lovesick over her? She had done it before, and there was no stopping her doing it again...
But before Emily had time to think about it, her phone beeped, meaning she had a new message. She took it out of her pocket and looked at the screen- Ali. She took a deep breath, and opened the text.
I need to talk to u- come over 2moro morning xx