More whistling. The wind's been blowing for hours. I can't complain. The trees swayed beautifully side to side; the leaves rustling and the wind whistling being the only sounds filling my room. It was really quiet. Maybe a little too quiet? My mother was asleep in the room down the hall with my dad. He usually snores really loudly, but for some reason, he wasn't tonight. Maybe that's why it's so quiet. Or maybe-

What was that?

My eyes darted to the window behind my desk. The lights were all off. I couldn't see anything. I stood from my spot on the window seat and walked to the window.

Nothing. No one.

"It was just a branch" I whispered, reassuring myself.

I started back for the window seat, when I heard it again. I could feel it.. Someone was there. Outside my window.

Alison?

What was she doing here?

I walked to my window, moved the desk a little and opened the window. The blonde climbed over the window and into the room.

"Ali?" I was so confused. Why the hell was she in my window at 2AM?

"Uh, hey."

"Can I uh, help.. you with something?" I tried to sound as nice as I could.

...

You could literally feel the awkward in the air.

...

Alison finally broke the silence.

"Look, there's something I really need to tell you."

I looked dead into her eyes.

The possibilities of what she could say raced through my mind.

I couldn't move.

"Em.. I've been hiding this for so, so long and I just.." she cried softly.

She looked like an angel.

A perfect, beautiful little angle standing right in front of me.

"I-" Ali staggered.

"Shh.. it's okay. You're alright." I said, bringing her to my bed.

She sat on the edge of my bed, slowly weeping.

"Ali, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I said.

"Emily, I-" she paused.

The room went silent. No wind, no rustling. Nothing. Just silence.

"I.. love you."

...

Did she just..

My face twisted in confusion. Then I could feel my cheeks heat up. I didn't have to see them to know they were bright pink.

"I should go.. I'm sorry for dropping that on you. I was just-"

I cut her off. "Ali, please.. Sit back down.."

She looked at me, tears stuck in her eyes.

"I tried so, so hard not to feel like this. I dated tons of boys but none of them were right."

She paused again.

"But then.." she laughed a little. "There you were. Standing there.. Being perfect."

She ran her fingers through my hair.

"Your beautiful hair on your shoulders.. and your big, brown eyes staring at me. Your complexion the most perfect shade of tan anyone's ever seen.."

I turned my head and smiled, trying so hard not to scream.

"I just couldn't. It became so, so hard to stay away from you. To keep it locked up inside of me. So here I am. I'm not afraid to say it anymore." She stood from the bed and faced me. "I love you Emily Fields!" She realized how loud she'd been and sat back down on the bed. "I.. I love you."

I didn't know what to do, or say. The girl I've loved since, I can't even remember when, just told me she feels the exact same way. There was only one thing I knew to do.

Just do it.

I leaned over and kissed her.. Alison was thrown off guard, I could feel it. She tensed, then relaxed just as fast as she tensed. I pulled away from her, staring into her eyes.

"Does that mean you love me too?" she asked.

I smiled. "Come on, you look like you need some sleep."

I pulled the covers down on my bed. She crawled in and turned on her side. I pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. She stopped me before I could leave.

"Emily..?" she asked.

"Mhmm?" I replied as sweetly as I could.

"Goodnight." she said with a smile. I love that smile so much.

"Goodnight, love." I said. I walked to the window seat and laid down, pulling a nearby blanket onto me.

Next thing I knew, the world was quiet once again.

Hi loves! So basically, this story is an Emison/Cabbie crossover. This chapter was the Emison side of the story, the next being the Cabbie side. Don't worry, it gets much better. I hope you like it! leave me some reviews and give me your ideas or thoughts. I really appreciate them. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pretty Little Liars, the names Emily Fields or Alison DiLaurentis, Victorious, or the names Robbie Shapiro and Cat Valentine. Everything belongs to their rightful owners.