Hi there! This is my first time writing fanfiction – though, I have wrote novelettes before. I am not sure where this story will go – I kind of just have an urge to write about these two. You can call me Trev.Emily and Talia in my opinion are perfect for the show for where it's at now. I have always shipped Emison, and still have loved Paige (can't forget about Maya either) – and the break up with Paige broke my heart but things with her were awkward; Also what Paige has done in the past has made their relationship kind of feel like a heart that has bandages everywhere and won't heal properly.

One important thing to also talk about – Emaila is the ship name. Everyone is so confused. Emilila, Emilia, Emalily, no. It's Emalia. Haha.

Note: 1. This will start in episode the episode Oh,What Hard Luck Stories They All Hand Me- around the time where Emily walks in while Talia is doing some paperwork, but I will make it my own story... 2. I have decided to write this in first person point of view and switch between POVs. People seem to like that. If people ask me to start writing in third person, I probably will, though. 3. This might be a little… different than other types of fanfics. I have a different approach of life, you could say. 4. This won't be an AU, but it may progress eventually into one.Awill be in this story – if I decide to continue this fanfic. I will see how people like it

Bolded might be a text or something important.

Italic sentences/words are the characters thinking; they also might be a word that is accentuated or an onomatopoeia. The reason why I like doing their thoughts in italics it adds more depth to everything, I hope you like my style of writing.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Pretty Little Liars.

Emily POV.

This song is really getting on my nerves.I ponder as I clean up a table that has salt literally all over it. Whyyyy… Just why people. So many people have told Ezra to change the station, but he just won't. After walking to the kitchen to dump the dirty dishes in the sink to clean later, I then lean on the counter and sigh.Seriously, my mind is so messed up right now… When I get off work I really should try to have some alone time. I take a few heavy breaths in and out to calm down a bit. I have been anxious all day; every little thing has seemed to stress me out. Talia. I need to speak to Talia, I don't know what I am going to say, but I really need to try to talk with her. Holy shit, she is actually into me… I have been so freaking rude to her. If I was in her shoes right now… ergh. She's so beautiful and well put together. I want to know more about her. Ugh, I need to work… need to stop daydreaming before I start thinking about too many scenarios.

I look up at the clock and see that it is 5:02pm. Okay, four hours until I am off. Let's get back to work, Emily. Going to the front, my mind is completely set on just helping customers for the next thirty minutes; until I see Talia go into the back room with a bunch of papers in her hands. Should I avoid her until later? Didn't Ezra say she called in sick? Should I ask her if she is feeling better? There isn't anybody that needs me right now, and I guess I should ask her when she is taking her break to find out when it would be a good idea to take mine. Okay.

I end up standing in the doorway of the back room for about twenty seconds, observing all the boxes of coffee beans, some unpacked furniture, and decoration that still needing to be put up. Talia is invested in whatever she is doing; probably trying to figure out an appetizer menu for an upcoming retirement party, for some doctor. Don't over think this.Feeling awkward, I walk up beside her.

"Hello." I say, probably almost inaudible to her.

Talia, in a chipper tone replies. "Morning." I notice she doesn't look at me, or seem at all interested in having a conversation.

"Feeling better…?"

"Better?" She questions, still flipping through what looks like a recipe book, while writing down on little business-like cards.

"Ezra said you called in the other day."

"Oh, I wasn't sick; I just had to deal with some stuff."

"Oh…" Standing there, I grow more impatient and decide I would like to make this into a chat of purpose. "Talia." I state softly, but firm to get her attention. Talia drops her pen and pauses for a few seconds, then turns to me.

"How… are you?" She asks me blunt, though caringly; looking directly into my eyes.

I subconsciously smile. I don't even know, I am so confused and now she took the conversation a different way. I like it. That actually kind of meant a lot that she just gave all her attention to me. "Uhm…"I lean onto the table, "I guess I am doing okay, things are little cloudy, but today has so far not been that bad…" I look down at my feet and cross my arms. "I want to talk to you. Can we later? After work?"

Talia now has her head tilted and seems like she has a little blush going on. Huh, whoa. Do I actually make her feel like that? Am I reading her right?"I'd love to. Lets umm… I guess we are closing up together. Are you walking home? Oh and do you have an idea when you are going on your break?"

Still smiling, I reply "I'm walking home, and I actually came in here to ask you that. Sam is working until seven, so I will take my break in twenty minutes or so. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Okay, I will at 6:30 then… I can drive you home if you'd like?"

"Sure. That would be nice." I sort of give her a little look of relief with a nod and a smile, as I stand straight to leave. For a good reason, I have an urge to look at her eyes again as my left hand holds my right forearm. My head tilts slightly as I eye her intently.Wow. I twist my body with a flirt while still giving her my attention and walk out; trying my best not to bite my tongue – a nervous habit in which I have no idea where I picked up from.

As soon as I walk out of the back room Sam comes up to me and asks me to help her with the cash register; gabbling on about how she accidently charged the customers debit card for ten coffees instead of one.

"So you hit the zero accidently, big deal. Don't void the receipt, just put it under the counter with a note, give the customer the cash of what it is worth and tell her sorry for the inconvenience, honest mistake."

"Okay, thanks, I didn't know if giving her cash was the option to go to or not. Now I know." Sam says smiling.

Sam is doing a pretty great job for her fourth day. Never telling anyone here I accidently charged a woman thirty caramel lattes to her credit. Still can't believe we both didn't notice until the receipt printed, though she was old… people really shouldn't use the tap system."I am going on break in a couple minutes… you all good or should I get Talia to come to the front and help? By the way you have something greenish on your glasses…"

"No I should be fine thanks," she then laughs stating, "yeah I know." While fixing her pony tail, she walks back over to the till.

Alrighty.In this moment I decide Sam has a good persona and I like her attitude. Her having freckles, black rimmed glasses, and long brown hair, probably adds to the way I see her personality. She is still really sweet and smart at only fifteen.

I decide to clean up the tables again and then clean the dishes. Soon enough it was 5:25 and I got ready to go on my thirty minute break.

Leisurely strolling outside I find Caleb doing some studying in the park. I chat with him for a few minutes. Caleb and I have never been super close. Though, he did share a vulnerable moment with me. As I walk away from him to go have dinner at The Grille. I get a few shivers running down my spine. It has almost been a year since…I miss her. Maya… what would life be if she was still here? I miss a lot of people… It also really bugs me I don't know if Paige is okay in California. I just want to at least know she is okay, but… fucking hell. With all that has happened with A… I should go back to the lake house. Get some flowers or something. It's the only place that I really feel connected to Maya. Maya, if somehow there is another existence out there where you can read my thoughts, or something - hi, I miss you. Please be with me through my journey. I could use all the support I can get. The girls and I need to take down A…I have been thinking about going to visit Alison in jail for a reasonable amount of time. I stop walking for a second and lean my back against a brick wall to gain some composure; placing my hands in my leather jacket pockets.Err... The thought of Alison bugs me. She really did all this? How could she even be A anymore? Nothing makes sense… I need to visit her. I need to do a lot of things. I look up at the clouds and sigh.

Suddenly I don't feel hungry, so I turn around and head back to work. Sometimes I can feel really sick and worked up when I think about Maya. Which is every day, but sometimes she really gets to me. How my mess got her killed. My eyes swell up but I calm down by the time I get back to work. Fresh smell of coffee can really calm my nerves.

I arrive and go to the back room and see I have sixteen minutes left of my break. Talia isn't in here so I guess I can just hangout. There are all these boxes of stuff that could use some sorting through. Ezra will probably be happy if I de-clutter.

Slipping an apron over my head I see a box on top of a shelf that I could start with. I use a small step ladder and reach for it and then slowly come back down the steps realizing I need to tie my apron. A warm body then wraps around me and I realize Talia is doing up the tie of my apron; caught off guard I lose my breath and feel her breathe on my neck.Shit, uh. "Th.. Thanks." I say. Jesus. My stomach is flipping out right now, and her touch is making me feel tingles. What the-

"Don't mention it, gorgeous." She says carefully behind my ear while holding my curves for a few seconds. Then I hear her walk away and a door open.

I turn around and place the box on the floor, then sit on the step ladder. Placing my elbows on my knees – I rest my forehead on my hands.She really does do something to me. This is honestly so weird. She leaves me out of breath. No one has done that since Maya, literally I feel speechless when she does something so simple. God I feel like a moron right now, or at least a dork. Something. What the hell am I going to do with her?I begin sorting through the boxes without any knowledge of what I should actually do with all these random nick-knacks.

The next few hours pass by slowly; my mind completely jumbled and stressed all day. It is ten minutes until we are supposed to actually leave and close the doors. Everything is packed up; all the lights are out except in the lounge area.

I come out of the kitchen and find Talia looking at something.Well, here goes.

"So," I walk over to her, "everything is shut off and we can go."

"Hi, yeah I was just looking at this thing… uhm, what is it?" She stares at the weird looking table.

"Oh, uh… I can show you how it works if you'd like? Spencer showed me earlier." This is perfect.

"Yes." She bluntly states and I giggle a tiny bit. I like that she is curious about something really random. She seems like the type up for learning, and exploration.

"Alright."I want to be smooth. I know smoothness. Right? Yeah. I walk over to the chair and pull it out for her. I make eye contact with her and she gives me some sort of knowing glance. She seems to have this type of personal look that I have only seen her give me; like she is fully with me. She's invested in me, like she can be with her cooking. I think she makes me feel like I am the only one in the room.

Talia sits down and I scoot her seat in. "Okay, now cup your ears with your hands while your elbows are on the two indents."

I walk away from her and over to the booth as I hear her reply with a laugh "Okay, I'll just wait here…?"

Talia POV.

I feel so different around her. Being around her makes me so curious, about everything. She has this energy that-

"This is how it works…" All of a sudden I feel a vibration through the table and I am surrounded by Emily's soothing voice, she continues, "through your bones, up your arms and to your ears. It's like I am right next you."

Why is my heart beating so fast? I hear it… This feels insane and I love hearing her speak to me… damn."The other night I was caught off guard. I guess I was surprised… You, being interested in me… I noticed from day one of meeting you how beautiful you are. Your eyes, and smile seem to captivate me. But I also have noticed how beautiful you are with your work… truthful, tranquil, talented." She articulates to me, and all I can think about is that I am seriously becoming love-struck. I can't think clearly, because words aren't enough to describe all the feelings at once. I close my eyes. "I believe that sometimes talent can cause people to feel lonely. To be alone. To be lonely… I know what that is like. I realize, you don't know me… at all really, and I don't know you. But… I want to know you."I want to know you too. I open my eyes and see Emily standing still in the booth bubble as she turns a light off. She looks down, and steps out and around; still looking at the ground, holding her right forearm with her left hand. I have noticed she does that a lot. She has so many little habits, I love it.Getting up, I walk over to her as she stands in the centre of the room. She's still looking at the ground.I don't know what to do. Look at her, she's completely with me. She wants to know me. This is overwhelming. What do I-

Emily slowly steps closer to me, just an inch away from my face as she is staring at the ground. She slightly looks up looking at my lips as I stare at hers, and stays there for at least five seconds, slightly biting her own lip nervously. My hands are behind my back, so she sharply breathes in from surprise when I put my left hand partially around her waist, and my right hand to rest on her hip bone. This feels more than right. I look up at her eyes once more before I look down at her lips; then subconsciously see darkness. Finding her lips with knowledge of distance, I softly kiss her; leaning into her, she then pushes her lips back against mine as she puts her arms around my shoulders, exhaling the breath through her nose that she was holding. Our lips pull apart for about half a second while I hold her tighter, needing to feel her close. She has her hand in the hair of the back of my neck. Words don't describe… her scent, her aura, her energy that makes my insides feel like their being incinerated. Though things are slow, they are heated. She won't stop putting a pressure on the back of my neck, making me sink into her then nibbles my bottom lip, ever so softly. "Mm.." I slightly vocalize closed mouthed against hers.

I open my eyes to see her biting her lip as she puts her left hand on my cheek. She closes her eyes and smiles, and I kiss her in front her ear once, slowly. I let my grip loosen up a bit. I notice she doesn't let go of me at all.

Smiling widely she opens her mouth to speak. "I… mmm.. I have an idea..."

An idea…"I'm listening, beautiful."

She shuts her eyes and smiles again. "I didn't exactly have a dinner, and I don't think you had one either… so if this isn't too sudden… may I take you out on a date, Talia?" She then makes eye contact with me and I get the chance to soak in the fact that her eyes are truly focused on mine. How did she know I didn't eat..? I should go change into my dress I keep here. She'll love that.

"Hmm.. you'll have to give me one minute." I say, smirking.

"Oh? Hmm. I guess I'll wait, right here?" Emily replies while laughing with confusion.

"Yep," I move my hands to holding her rib cage under her shoulder blades, noting her fit physique, "you're going to wait here and I am going to be back in no longer than three minutes."

Emily now blushes and kisses my dimple. She then leans closer to my ear. "Okay gorgeous, three minutes."

I look at her again, with a glance I have reserved for her, and go to the back room.

To be continued...?

So did you like it? Hate it? I have no idea what anybody is going to think of this story so I would realllllly love some reviews. Again this is my first story on FanFiction... though I have read PLL and Glee fanfics for years. I love writing so much - feedback would help me out. Before I post anything more I am gonna wait and see what some people want from this story. I do have many ideas of where to take this - if I decide to continue, which I want to.

Can't wait for tomorrow's episode;(Feb 10th) it's going to be interesting how they play out Emalia's romance.

Espero que tengas una hermosa noche! - Trev