POV of Emily:
I stared myself down in the mirror. This outfit had to be perfect. It was the first time in months I got to hang out with Ali alone; Hanna, Spencer, and Aria all were busy. When Ali told me it would just be us, there was something strange in her voice, a hint of happiness, but why would she be happy it would just be the two of us? It's hard to know with her though, and I was sure that I had just made that up in my mind. Of course, I was extremely happy, I hope she didn't notice. As I put on my jacket I thought of her blonde hair, the way it always fell perfectly, framing her beautiful face. I thought about her lips, soft and full, the most beautiful shade of pink, oh how I wanted to kiss them. I smiled at the thought of kissing her, and then I got mad at myself. Why do I always do this to myself? Ali will never feel that way about me, she'll never love me the way I love her. I threw my phone in my bag and ran downstairs, jumping into my car. I couldn't wait to see her.
When I got to her house I realized I was 5 minutes early, and knowing Ali hates people who are always early, I spent that time putting on extra makeup. When I finally looked good, and saw that it was 1 minute after the time I was supposed to be there, I ran to her door and knocked on it. She opened it and smiled, "Looking good, Em. Who are you trying to impress?" She asked like she wasn't looking for an answer, so I didn't say anything. We hugged and I smelt her vanilla scented hair, and it seemed like the hug lingered for just a couple seconds longer than normal. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited this girl I met at a party last week to come hang out with us. You don't care, right Em?" "No, not at all," I said with a smile, hoping she wouldn't hear the disappointment in my voice. "Good," she smiled back, her perfectly white teeth shining, "Jess! Come down here," Alison shouted, not taking her beautiful blue eyes off of me. A second later a tall brunette was next to Ali, smiling. "Hi! I'm Jess," she said, pulling me into a hug. "Hi…I'm, uh, Emily." She was gorgeous. Bright, emerald eyes sparkled against her deeply tanned skin, and locks of straight dark brown hair fell from her messy bun. She was cute in a casual way, with big eyes and dark red lips. Yet, Ali was still prettier, I don't think anyone could ever be as pretty as Ali. "Looks like I have some competition," Ali joked, but there was an edge to her voice, it almost sounded like jealousy, but that's impossible, right? "Let's go back upstairs, I bought all these new clothes you guys need to try on. Em, there's this one red dress that would look so hot on you." My cheeks felt hot and red, and I wished that Jess wasn't here, so I could be alone with Ali. I spent the next hour watching Jess and Ali try on various outfits, but all I could think about was how hot Ali looked in all of them. "Here's the dress I was talking about, will you try it on for me, Em?" "Sure," I responded shyly. It was a bright red, super short, strapless dress. I went into the bathroom to put it on, after looking at Ali and Jess' flat stomachs I felt too insecure to change in front of them. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was tight and showed all my curves, and the red was bright against my tan skin and brown hair. I walked back into Ali's room, "it's a little tight," I said, scared of what Ali was thinking. "You look hot. Like really hot," Jess said. Ali looked at her and gave her a jealous glare. Or was I just seeing things? "Yeah, you look okay Em, not as good as I thought you would. It looks better on me." I felt tears well up in my eyes, why does Jess think I look hot, but Ali, the person I actually care about, doesn't? "Are you kidding me? Ali, she looks totally hot." "Yeah, whatever," Ali said angrily, "I have to go to the bathroom." Ali stormed out and Jess turned to me, "What's her problem?" "I don't know, I've never seen her act this way before." "Not to be nosy, but do you two have, like a thing?" "What? No! We're just friends. I'm not…she's not…we're not…" She laughed, seeming unconvinced, "Okay…well I don't think she wants me here anymore, so I'm gonna go. Tell her I say I'll text her later." "Okay. Well it was nice meeting you!" I tried to hide my excitement, I would finally be alone with Ali, and Jess thought Ali had a thing for me! Seconds later Ali came back, "Where's Jess?" "She had to go, she said she'll text you later." "Did you give her a goodbye kiss before she left?" Ali responded angrily. "What's your problem, Ali? You're the one who invited her, I was just trying to be friendly!" "Yeah, well you were a little too friendly, Em. I mean you're not very good at hiding it. I'm surprised you liked her, she's not really your type, I mean, she looks nothing like me." "You're saying I'm obvious? You couldn't have given her a dirtier look when she complimented me." "Sorry Em, but that was wishful thinking." "You're ridiculous, Ali. I'm leaving." I started to walk out, tears burning my eyes as I tried to blink them away. "Why don't you just do it already?" "Do what?" I turned around and looked at her. I hadn't noticed it before, but her eyes were glassy, like she had just been crying. Was that what she was doing in the bathroom, crying? Why? Her arms were crossed over her chest. "Kiss me. I know you want to, you always have, Em. So why don't you?" I couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, was this real? She walked towards me slowly and carefully. "Come on, Em, do it." Her face was only centimeters away from me, and her breath tasted like strawberries. I didn't move, I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I was scared, was she serious? She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward her, she leaned in, kissing me softly, and then harder. Her lips were soft and sweet, and they lingered on my mouth for a couple seconds before she pulled away. I had kissed her, and I felt breathless. Something had awoken in me, and I couldn't help it, I threw my hands around her neck and pulled her against me, kissing her. Her body fit perfectly against mine, her body curved into mine and everything felt right. I was kissing Ali. Next thing I knew, we were on her bed. She was laying on top of me, one hand on my hip, the other around my back. Am I dreaming? We were kissing passionately when I felt her body go limp beneath me. She pushed me roughly off of her, "What are you doing?!" I felt confused, just a second ago she was kissing me, but now she was acting like I did something wrong. That was when I realized the sad truth, this is just a game to her. That was the thing about Ali, she was the best as playing games, because you could never tell when she meant what she said and when she was just talking. Everything she says is a lie, but with her, it is impossible to know which lies started with the truth, and which were just lies.