Emily POV:
"This sleepover is going to be the best, I promise you guys." Said Alison, showing off her signature smirk. I knew that smirk. I knew it pretty well. The one that would always awaken butterflies in my stomach. The one that always makes me nervous. The one who makes my heart beat so fast that I'd fear she could hear it. Why her? Why my friend? My best friend. My best friend whom I'd do anything for her in a heart beat. It may sound crazy and cliché, but it was true, so true. I'd never tell her that though. How one smile could make my day. Though a lingering significant smile from her towards me would make me smile goofily, that I'd know, I look completely stupid. Yes, stupid. Not only I know I look stupid on most occasions, but I feel stupid. Stupid because of how my feelings had got in the way of things. But it was too late now.
"Emily!" I jumped. Shit. I must have zoned out again. I've been doing that allot recently. This seemed to annoy Ali allot.
"Sorry Ali. What were you saying?" I ask nervously, containing my complete attention on her now while rubbing the back of my neck. Ali was slightly smiling though, to my surprise. I would have expected an intimidating frown, but I surprisingly didn't get one. This confused me. Yes, Alison DiLaurentis was awfully confusing. One second she'd be all happy and bubbly, not a care in the world. But the next second she'd be the cruel, bitchy Alison that everyone knew. Everyone only knew one side to Alison. The side that always makes everyone instantly back away and keep their mouths seeled, afraid of what she's actually capable of. Surely Alison had the looks. She was beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Rich. Erotic. Boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her, simply as that. But Alison was more than just a pretty little girl. Alison was every girls' dream, to wake up in the morning and look just like her and every guys' disturbing fantasy... now lets not get into details with that.
Ali rolled her eyes and answered, "I was saying we're going to be having the sleepover at Spencer's."
Spencer shook her head, "Sorry Ali, we can't. Melisa said that she'd be expecting Ian tonight."
Ali shrugged, "Then we'll take the barn. Even better." She smirked.
We all smiled at each other, giggling as silence took us over. Melisa was living in the barn for now, "Probably forever," Spence had said, when she'd found out the barn she'd designed, was going to be a place where her and Ian would be living. Ian was Melisa's creepy fiancé. When I say creepy, I mean creepy. I strangely get this weird vibe from him. Normally it's his smile that creeps me out more. Its not a smile though, but a menacing grin. Maybe it's just my paranoia, but I can't help the chills I get thinking of him as goosebumps rise from my olive skin.
Alison started picking up her bag, "I got to go guys. I have a prior engagement. But let's meet up at 8."
Hanna smiled, her dimples appearing visibly. "Sure. I'll bring the junks and the alcohol. Mom won't realize."
Ali snickered, "Make sure to leave some for us, Hanna. We don't want you gaining another 10 grams now, do we?" Hanna's smile vanished instantly and she ducked her head, fiddling with her hands. My smile fell too, as I realized Ali's comment had hurt Hanna. Everyone was quite, daring not to say a thing. This is what I didn't particularly like about Alison. She says things without even thinking. Perhaps she does think, but never particularly cares enough. Hanna isn't the only one who gets the offending remarks from Ali, we all do. We just hope that one day she'd realize how much she hurts us all at times, without her really realizing that. But offcourse we wouldn't tell her that. We'd wait until she'd come to that conclusion.
"Relax, Han. I was just messing around." Alison giggled, getting up to leave. "I'll see you guys later." She smirked at all of us, as she slung her Gucci bag onto her shoulder. She looked down at me and it was like time had stoped. It was like there was no one else in the room but just her and I. Her gaze lingered down at me. If it weren't for me but someone else, they would have perhaps thought the moment was unusual? Strange? Odd? But for me, it was... magical? God Emily, get your shit together. She's just looking at you, nothing special about that. But I still couldn't help but think how thrilling that moment was. How it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. How it made me swallow hard. How it made me look down and how I had to fiddle with my hands to calm my breathing and the beating of my heart. God I had it bad.
Alison turned back, her smirk still plastered across her face, "Oh, and don't keep me waiting ladies!" She said huskily one last time, as she left Aria's room leaving us four behind, unresponsive. Hanna's head still bowed down, Spencer had a pokerface, Aria had an impassive expression and I was still trying to calm my breathing and my heartbeat. We all heard her giggle as there was a dull silence in the room. Oh her giggle...