I've never written for Pretty Little Liars before, so I apologise is this is a disaster. It originally started out as a drabble, but then I decided I liked the idea and elongated. Not by very much though, it's still pretty short. Either way I hope it's enjoyable.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. At all. Ever.
There is a calm feeling in the air as Emily lies on the bed, resting her legs on Paige's back. Emily invited Paige round to help with Paige's math homework, and couldn't help but feel a small twinge of disappointment that Paige actually does seem keen on finishing her work, lying on Emily's bed twiddling her pencil between her fingers. Every now and then she looks up and asks Emily for help, but for the most part they're quiet. As much as Emily would like to make a fuss about it, she actually doesn't mind. She's perfectly happy sitting here, watching Paige make faces of confusion at her work. There is something that she wants to know, though. Apparently Paige and Spencer used to play hockey together and well, Spencer briefly mentioned it once and-
"Soooo..." Emily begins, attempting to seem vaguely nonchalant and airy.
"Yesss?" Paige replies, raising her eyebrows, knowing full well that Emily's after something. Emily is probably the third most highly strung people Paige knows, just after her self with Spencer taking the top spot. That is to say, nonchalant and airy Emily is not.
"Well, somebody told me- I mean, I just heard, y'know around-"
"Yes?" Paige interrupts again, before Emily gets anymore tongue tied.
"Is it true you have a field hockey foul named after you?"
"Who told you that? Spencer?"
"No! Maybe. Yes. Seriously though," Emily pushes, intent in getting the answer. Thinking about it now, she actually found the idea not only hilarious, but kind of... well... hot.
"Ugh, fine. It's true. Happy? In my defense, those who got it deserved it."
"You're cute when you're crazy eyed and out for blood."
"Why thank you. I do try." Paige replies, sitting up and facing Emily. Emily leans in to kiss Paige, one, two, three times. Eventually she pulls back.
"So what was it called?" Emily asks, still amused by the idea.
"What was what called?" Paige tries not to look glum at the sudden loss of contact.
"The foul."
"Oh, I can't remember..." Paige says airily, glancing around the room.
"Bullshit. Tell me!" Paige just mumbles in reply, looking down at her hands.
"What was that?"
"It was the McCullers Muscle Mash," Paige begins, as Emily breaks into laughter. "Are we happy now?"
"You don't even know."
I'm sorry :/