Emily and Alison: How About Forever?
Hey guys! Welcome to my newest fanfiction… That's Not Why... I Promise. Just to let y'all guys know a little bit about myself – I'm a 15-year old girl in high school and I'm absolutely obsessed with Emison and I have been for years now. They've really been such an evident and important thing in my life ever since I started watching Pretty Little Liars. I wrote a fanfiction a few years back that is on Wattpad right now actually, haha! If you want to read it, go to my account there… It's sofia_1515. I'm going to also post this story on it as well so go check it out. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this… Let me know after you read this chapter how you felt about it. :) EMISON IS ENDGAME! –Sofia J
1.
RIIIIING. A rush of students fly out of their class to get to lunch. Teachers yell to the kids their homework assignments and their upcoming test dates. Emily Fields is in the middle of it all, walking and looking around the hallways. For her.
Rosewood High. Somehow, Emily Fields always gets brought back to this place. No matter where she goes or what she happens to do, Rosewood is always her go-to place.
And there's always Ali, of course. Alison Dilaurentis. Her childhood crush, or really, her life-long crush.
Ali's been in Rosewood her whole life too, just as Em has. Emily continues to look around for Ali, finally deciding to just go ahead and walk to her classroom.
The real reason Emily Fields is back in Rosewood is because she got a job as the swim coach of the Rosewood Sharks. Go Sharks!, right?
Well, there may be another reason she is so excited to start this job. Maybe it's because Ali is an English teacher at Rosewood high, which means they will see each other every. single. day.. Oh yeah, that's probably the reason, Fields.
Emily pushes her way through the crowd of clumsy, stressed teenagers, cursing under her breath. She got barely any sleep the night before because she went over to Ali's yet again.
Of course, they didn't do anything like that, but Emily stayed up to watch Alison fall asleep, just to make sure she was safe and sound like she always does.
Finally, Emily made it to her classroom. She peeked through the window and finally got a glance at her. She was fixing her collection of the Shakespeare novel she had started reading with her class today, looking radiant as ever. Students filed out of her class as she started to erase the chalkboard behind her.
Emily let the students pass by her, noticing them rushing to get to their lunch period. She took a deep breath and finally stepped in. She closed the door behind her quietly and watched as she turned around, finally noticing me.
"Em… Hey there." She put down her eraser and walked over to me slowly, giving me a small smile.
"Hey Ali. I was wondering if you could talk for a quick second?", Em said, rubbing her hand up and down her arm.
"Yeah, of course Em. What's up?" She looked at me as if she could sense what I was going to say.
"I-I just wanted to talk to you about th-the baby. And how you're doing…" I looked at her, my eyes slowly wavering.
She sighed. "I don't know how I'm doing Emily. I really don't." She paused, sucking in a breath and exhaling loudly. "I'm just scared. Scared of what I will decide. Scared of what you will think. Scared of everything, really."
She looked up at me, her blue eyes quickly beginning to shine with tears. One fell down, slowly, down her pale, tired face.
"Alison", I said, walking over to her and putting my hand on cheek, drying her tear with my thumb. "Listen to me. You should never be afraid of what I will think of you. Ok? All I care about is how you are, and I will never, ever, judge you on any decision you make that's not mine to judge."
She stared at me for a moment, looking nervous, and then slowly calmed down and gave me a small smile.
"Thank you, Emily. Listen… I feel really bad for asking but – I was wondering if you wanted to come over again tonight? She sucked in a breath yet again.
Emily smiled, and you could see the pure happiness on her face at the thought of being with Alison at her house again. "Of course, Ali." However, she then paused, looking at Ali with a sense of confusion on her face. "Wa-wait… Why do you feel bad about me coming over again?" She bit her lip.
Her lips turned lightly, looking up at me. "Em, I know you've barely been getting any sleep. I've woken up many times and seen you sitting next to me, staying awake." She looked down quickly and then up at me again. "Why are you doing that?"
Emily paused, at a complete loss of words. She looked at Ali, then, running her hand through her hair, she finally said, "I want to protect you."
Emily looked at her fast enough to Ali smile lightly, a giggle escaping from her lips.
Emily felt her whole face go white. Alison was laughing at her, yet again. Making her feel like she was fucking worthless and a complete idiot. Em rolled her eyes and sighed very dramatically in an upset way.
"Of course Ali. Why did I ever think you of all people could change?"
She turned around to walk out the door to shield her wet eyes from Ali, when she felt a hand pull at her arm suddenly and desperately.
"Emily, I-I swear that laugh wasn't making fun of you." Her face was now pale and nervous. "Please believe me. I just thought that wa-was really cute."
Emily felt herself immediately begin calm down, now feeling her cheeks get warm. "O-Oh. I'm sorry… I just a-assumed y-you, um, you know."
Alison smiled. "It's fine. Really. So, I'll see you at 7? My house?"
"I'll be there." Em smiled and walked out the door of Ali's classroom, blushing wildly. She couldn't believe that she turned on Ali that quickly, assuming she was making fun of her.
She felt unbelievably bad about it the whole rest of the day, and she told herself she would apologize to Ali again tonight.
TWEEETT.
Emily blew the whistle, signaling that swim practice was over. She watched her girls jump out of the pool and smiled, remembering when it was her who was in that position.
She walked to her desk, picking up her stuff to head to Ali's house. She picked up her keys and locked the door to the locker rooms and headed to her car, knowing that she was getting closer and closer to finally seeing Ali again.
Finally, she pulled up to Ali's house. She took in a deep breath and looked at her watch. 7 on the dot.
She exhaled and opened her car door and grabbed her purse.
Emily stepped up to Ali's door, still in her swim coach jacket and jeans, her hair dangling in front of her face in a messy yet neat way.
KNOCK, KNOCK.
She waited impatiently, pushing her dangling hair out of her eyes and fiddling with her bracelet. She finally heard the door squeak open and she looked up at the girl in front of her.
"Hi Em".