Perfect First Kiss

You know that feeling, when you wake up in the middle of the night with three hours to kill? Or your favorite show airs that very same night? Maybe even your crush glances at you an extra second too long, then smiles? Leaving your heart including your head on a whirlwind of mixed motions?

Well, you're not alone. Emily Fields can relate.

It seemed like it was just yesterday when Alison DiLaurentis, the most beautiful, not to mention "it girl" at Rosewood Day, contacted Emily outside of a downtown bar. Drunken out of her mind. Radiating three, possibly four bud lights tops.

Of course, she wasn't drinking in the bar, due to legal issues. You know, too young, blah,blah,blah. But the fact that she even took a sip, well, more than a sip, completely baffled Emily. Alison was perfect. The most popular girl in all of Rosewood. Why would she need an excuse to consume such drugs? Alison had no right to.

Which brings me to my next point. After Alison hollered out Emily's name in a slow, high pitched manor, Emily couldn't resist to define the source. Completely shocked to see Alison DiLaurentis stumble her way over. The pungent scent practically strangling Emily's lungs with every word she uttered. Though, nothing really made sense.

For starters, how did Alison know Emily's name? Emily wasn't popular like Alison, or very well known. In fact, the only thing that stood out about Emily, was being captain of the swim team. And if Emily really wanted to gather Alison's attention, she would have to drop the skinny jeans and crew necks to be acknowledged. The standards were that high.

But intoxicated or not, having Alison assess Emily were a miracle itself. Like, who knew the girl Emily never considered confronting could be so graceful yet sloppy when smashed? I mean, Alison surprisingly carried herself pretty well. Speaking clearly and breathing on a steady beat.

Also, Alison noticed Emily shift uncomfortably, so she stepped back. Still engulfed socially and processing everything Emily said. Nodding right on cue. Keeping constant eye contact.

After a while, Emily expected numerous people to pop out and confirm this were a sick joke. But no one did. Not one single person. And speaking of people, Emily could have swore that Alison always ran with a posse. Alison DiLaurentis was not one to run solo.

So just as Emily were about to call it a night and say a clever farewell, Alison immediately shushed her. Rambling a sentence of incoherent words that most likely meant "shut up, it's my turn to talk".

As controlling and stereotypical as it was, Emily obeyed Alison's orders, growing silent. Besides, Emily was exhausted from jogging five miles. All she wanted to do was simply go home and ease the pain with ice packs. In hopes that Coach Turner would cancel after school practice for some abnormal reason.

Though what happened next, no one saw coming. Especially Emily. Matter fact, Emily were stunned. Incapable of building a response. But honestly, how do you reply? Girls don't kiss girls out of nowhere. Alison DiLaurentis included.