Emily Fields was playing Romeo in the school play, her Juliet was being played by Alison Dilaurentis. Alison was the most popular girl in school, everyone loved and feared her; she was beautiful, sassy, and so many more wonderful things. Every time Emily spoke to her she found out a new adjective to describe her, not always something good. Emily was the opposite, a loner who stuck to the back of class and only had one friend. Everyone thought of one word when they thought of Emily, lesbian, not a bad thing or a good thing but not exactly what Emily wanted to be known for. Emily has hated Alison since she could remember, Alison was always mean to her, and treated her like trash, But since the play began Emily and Alison had to get along; they were playing each other's soul mates after all.
Emily sat on the stage, her legs hanging over the edge and her eyes scanning the script. Emily heard Alison's heels clicking on the floor before she saw her but she didn't look up just yet, eyes focused on the neatly typed words.
"Hey Em!" Alison yelled as she approached Emily.
"Don't call me that," Emily had said this a million times and yet Alison continued to call her that, Emily isn't sure if it's to annoy her or because Alison enjoys the nickname.
"Why not?" Alison asks as she sat beside Emily "It's cute," Emily hides her smile, that answers that question then.
"Whatever," Emily rolled her big brown eyes, still not looking up "Do you need something?" Emily asked, unable to stop herself from finally looking over at Alison.
"I think we should practice the kiss scene," Alison smiled, something teasing and playful in her eyes.
"Wait, I thought we agreed to wait till opening night for the real kiss!" Emily's eyes widened as she started to lose herself in the big blue eyes in front of her, they were like the ocean and she was swimming in them. Actually she was drowning. She could feel the nervousness building, it doesn't feel like just a play anymore.
"Calm down," Alison laughed, "It's no big deal, I just don't think we should wait till opening night. I mean what if you fall in love with me from the kiss and forget your lines." Alison joked as she stood up.
"Um..ok" Emily smiled awkwardly.
"Good, I'll text you my address later sweetie."
Emily watched as Alison walked away, in shock of what had just happened. Was she really going to kiss Alison tonight? Should couldn't believe it... she needed to talk to someone.
Later that day Emily watched the ceiling in her bedroom as she talked to her best friend Hanna who spun around in her desk chair. Everything about this play was supposed to be easy for her, but now she's confused and Alison isn't making things easy at all. Hanna isn't the best listener, she tends to get caught up in her own thoughts, but she's trying her best and Emily couldn't ask for a better friend at that moment.
"I don't get the issue," Hanna announced once Emily had finished explaining.
"She wants me to kiss her, Hanna!" Emily exclaimed as she looked over at Hanna, who was scrolling through her phone. Emily snapped her name to get her attention.
"Sorry," Hanna mumbled sheepishly, putting her phone down
"Was that Mona?" Emily sat up and glared at Hanna.
"No...maybe...fine it was Mona, But so what, she's my girlfriend, Emily, of course I text her"
"Whatever," Emily flopped back down.
"Ok, so queen of mean, Alison, wants to kiss you, is that so bad?" Hanna smiled knowingly. "She's kind of cute, with those big blue eyes and all."
"Yeah of course she's cute Hanna, she's the most popular girl in school! And, like you just said, she's mean."
"So? Mean doesn't make you a bad kisser." Hanna giggled and Emily rolled her eyes.
While Emily was confiding in Hanna Alison was in her room with her best friends Spencer and Aria. Spencer and Aria are great friends to Alison, always there to lend fashion advice as well as a shoulder to cry on, although Alison isn't such a good friend to them. It's a wonder they stick around but Alison has learned not to question it, everyone should want to be her friend.
"Oh my god!" Alison screeched at Spencer, well her clothes actually. "Take that off, yellow is so not your color Spence. Don't worry though, it is my color." She finished with a smile and Spencer looked down at her outfit.
"But I-" Spencer started only to be cut off by Alison.
"But what?" Alison was in charge and Spencer knows this, so one look and Spencer started unbuttoning the top.
"It's just my mom just got that for me, it was expensive" Spencer explained but Alison merely smiled and took the shirt from Spencer.
"Great, I look my best when wearing expensive clothes." Alison tossed the shirt to the side and Spencer gave it a sad look before smoothing the tank top she had under the yellow shirt.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" Aria asked "My parents are fighting nonstop, I need a break"
"Oh Aria, I'm sorry," Alison told her sympathetically but everyone could hear the 'but' before she said it. "But I have plans, speaking of which you need to leave before they get here, which is in about ten."
"Who?" Spencer asked, knowing her and Aria are the few people Alison would ever invite over.
"My Romeo," Alison smiled, Aria and Spencer both smiling knowingly back at her.
"What are you going to do with Romeo?" Aria giggled, Spencer giggling along with her
"Don't be so childish girls," Alison replied with a grin. "So Spence, anything new in your romantic world?"
"Um, not really" Spencer smiled, her eyes watching Aria who was smiling at her.
"Why are you eyeing Aria then?" Alison smiled, and Spencer bit her bottom lip, not really sure what to say. Alison already knows, she knows everything, but she loves making Spencer squirm.
"Aria?" Alison turned to face Aria, "Are you and Spencer sneaking under the covers at sleepover's while I'm asleep?"
"Ali!" Aria turned bright red and Alison grinned.
"Now who's being childish?" Spencer laughed.
"Fine," Alison glared at Spencer. "I'll stay out for now, but if I see one more look like that, I'm back to bugging you."
Later that night, after Aria and Spencer had left, Alison was sitting on her bed next to Emily who seemed extremely nervous. Alison's eyes watched Emily as her fingers picked at the hem of her skirt awkwardly. She wondered if Emily was always this way or if it was her making Emily so scared, and the thought that she could make Emily that way without doing anything pleased her a little. Alison loved power, it just came naturally to her.
"Are you ok?" Alison smiled as Emily's big brown eyes met hers, nervously fluttering away from her gaze again.
"Oh, uh, yeah of course" Emily smiled nervously.
"Ok," Alison looked away, kind of nervous herself. She doesn't get nervous, not around people like Emily, but here she is as nervous as Spencer on a first date.
"You like Paris don't you?" Emily asked, laughing a little as her eyes scanned the Paris themed bedroom.
"Yeah," Alison's eyes came back to Emily, lost in her, the way her hair fell so perfectly along the lines of her face made Alison smile. "It's my favorite place. Once I'm done with school I plan to go there."
"To live?" Emily asked, sounding surprised, as her eyes met Alison's. They seemed to sparkle, like the sun bouncing off the ocean.
"Maybe," Alison returned the smile, "of course I can't go alone."
"Who are you going to take?" Emily's eyes scanned the beautiful girl that sat before her, her hair as bright as the sun, her eyes as blue as the ocean, Emily had always hated Alison in the past, but maybe she wasn't as bad as she had always thought, maybe she was actually a good person. She seemed sweet, whenever they were alone, called her Em and smiled at her all the time. Maybe Alison wasn't who Emily thought she was.
"I don't know yet," Alison bit her bottom lip slightly. "It's the city of love after all, It has to be someone special." Alison and Emily both watched each other in silence until someone finally spoke.
"Should we get started?" Emily asked, referring to the play.
"Oh," Alison looked down, feeling disappointed but unsure why. "Right, the play"
"What's wrong?" Emily placed her hand on Alison's knee, warmth flooding her body at the feeling of being so close.
"Are we friends?" Alison asked, trying to sound nonchalant but coming out nervous.
"Friends?" Emily's eyes widened "Us?"
"I guess not." Alison shrugged.
"No, that's not what I meant!" Emily rushed to explain. "I just thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you Em, actually I think you are amazing."
"Really?" Emily laughed "Me?"
"Yeah, you're brave, you aren't scared to be who you are...unlike me." Alison looked down, cheeks a sweet shade of pink.
"Who are you scared to be?" Emily asked softly, a silence settling over the room until Alison pressed her warm lips to Emily's. Emily drew back in shock, but one look at Alison had her returning to the kiss.
"Want to come to Paris with me?" Alison whispered once they had pulled back, sweet smiles on their faces.
"Sounds good to me," Emily whispered back.