A/N: Hello my lovelies! Omg I feel so far out of my comfort zone! For those of you who don't know me, HELLO! For those of you who do know me, you're probably like "what the hell is she doing writing a PLL fanfiction?". I've been watching PLL off and on for a while, but I've always written for Glee because all of my ships were over there. However lately I realized that I kind of like... LOVE Emison. I finally caught up with PLL and I'm rewatching old episodes, and now here I am, with my first Pretty Little Liars fanfic :)
For those new to my stories...
Flashbacks/Thoughts are in italic.
Texts/Emails are in bold.
This is all 3rd person point of view, but it's not omniscient. The story changes between who the 3rd person is centered on and will be divided by italics like.. Mostly they will be Alison and Emily. So AAA means starting focusing on Alison, and EEE means starting focusing on Emily. S for Spencer, H for Hanna, AR for Aria, if they get a part :)
Just one more final note... I will try to update as regularly as possible, but I have 2 other stories going as well... I give shoutouts every 50 reviews... 50th reviewer gets a shoutout, 100th... etc etc. Lastly, I am 5 chapters ahead at any given moment, so while I do take suggestions for the story, it may not always work out.
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Emily never thought that she would move back to Rosewood. She could barely remember it, honestly. At twenty-two years old, it had been five years since she'd been there. She'd done her best to block out all of the memories from there.
She hadn't had many friends when she lived in Rosewood. She was the shy girl who anchored for the swim team, and rightfully so. She'd been the fastest on the team by far, which is what got her into a preppy swim school in Philadelphia. During the four years that she lived there, her life hadn't gotten recognizably better, but she had at least dated again. She'd dated a girl named Maya before she left Rosewood, and then in Philly, she'd dated a girl named Paige.
Emily was gay, but it was hard to find gay girls that she actually liked. She'd met some other in Philly, but none of them ever really appealed to her. And after she and Paige broke up, she wasn't sure that she would ever find someone who she would really love forever.
But now she was back in Rosewood, the place where she had grown up. She had no idea what to expect. Her mom still lived in the same place that they'd always lived in, and her dad was back overseas fighting for the US. Luckily, though, Emily was moving into her own apartment. She had worked a lot while she was in school, saving up for when she moved out of the dorms. Now that she was back in Rosewood, though, she would need to find a better job somewhere. She was considering the Grill, which she remembered used to be one of the few interesting places in the small town.
It was early Monday morning, and she was lugging boxes from her car up to her apartment in the tall apartment building. It was annoying to do it by herself, but she didn't really want her mom to help her. She'd been insisting to her mom regularly that she could take care of herself, but her mom still believed that she needed to guide Emily through every turn and every stop light.
Which meant that here she was, lifting boxes. Luckily, there was at least an elevator in the building. She was on her third to last box when she finally met someone in the building. She'd begun to think that it was full of a bunch of old people who never came out, since the place had been silent the whole time she'd been there.
Emily set down the heavy box with a groan, as the elevator started heading up. When it stopped, she quickly drug the box to her apartment and left it there as she headed back to the elevator. When the doors opened, she saw someone else already in it.
She was short, with dark hair and a great sense of style. Emily didn't say anything, because she'd always been a little shy, as she stepped into the elevator next to her. "Are you new?" the other girl asked.
"Um, yeah," Emily answered, glancing at the dark haired girl.
"I'm Aria," Aria told her, smiling and extending a hand.
"Emily," Emily answered, shaking the hand.
"Did you just move in?"
"Still moving in, actually. My last two boxes are in my car," Emily replied with a shrug.
"Oh, do you need a hand?" Aria asked.
Emily shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. And it looks like you're going out anyway, and I'd rather not take up your time."
"No, it's fine. I'm just going to the Grill with some friends. They won't miss me if I'm a few minutes late," Aria insisted, smiling. Emily gave her a smile as the elevator came to a stop, and led the shorter girl back to her car. "So, Emily, where are you from?"
"I moved from Philadelphia, but I actually used to live here," Emily admitted.
Aria gave her a curious look. "Yeah? Did you go to Rosewood High?" They both picked up one of the last boxes and Emily closed the back of her car, locking it.
"Yep. Almost five years ago," Emily replied.
"We would've been in the same year then. Funny, I don't remember ever seeing you," Aria admitted as they headed back to the elevator.
"Yeah, most people probably don't," Emily muttered with a shrug. "I kind of stayed in the background. I've never really been a very outgoing person."
Aria just gave her a nod. "I probably would've been pretty behind the scenes through high school, too, but my friend Alison didn't really allow it."
"What do you mean?"
"She loves attention, and I'm one of her best friends. We all got a lot of attention throughout high school, I guess," Aria explained. "I have to admit, though, those were a pretty great set of years."
Emily just nodded. She watched the floor number change until it reached six, which was her floor. The doors slid open and the two girls stepped out and headed down the hall to Emily's apartment. "You can just set that box on top of that one," Emily told Aria, nodding toward another box.
"Alright," Aria answered, setting the box down. "Your apartments kind of big for one person. Or is there more than one person living here?"
Aria gave Emily a knowing smile, like she was trying to find out if Emily was single or not. Emily gave her a sad smile. "Nope, just me. If there was anyone else moving in here, you can bet that they would've been helping me with all of these boxes."
Aria laughed and gave her a sympathetic smile. "Well, if you ever need anything, my apartment is one floor up, A14."
"Thanks," Emily said with a smile. "Thanks for the help, and sorry for holding you up."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Aria insisted. "I'll see you around. It was nice to meet you, Emily."
"Yeah, you too," Emily replied. Aria gave her a wave and a smile and turned back toward the elevator. Emily closed her apartment door, smiling to herself. It was nice to already know someone in the building. Aria seemed friendly enough.
Turning, she spotted all of the boxes she had piled up now. "Well, looks like I've got my work cut out for me."
AAA
"Alison?" Aria asked, snapping her fingers in front of the blonde's face. Alison blinked and looked up.
"What?" she snapped.
"You were all zoned out again," Spencer replied, giving her a weird look. Alison shook her head.
"I have a lot on my mind," she lied. Or, maybe it really wasn't a lie. She'd been feeling really conflicted lately. Her last relationship hadn't slowly died off like the previous ones, instead it had crashed and burned very suddenly. She hadn't explained it to the girls, they might judge her, and they definitely wouldn't understand. There was just something very unappealing about guys to Alison lately.
"Well, we were trying to ask you if you're still up for the mall later?" Aria asked. "I don't know about Hanna and Spencer, but after working so much last week, I'd like to spend my day off spending some of the money I've been working so hard to get."
"Yeah, same here," Hanna agreed. "My credit card has been whining all weekend. Ugh, working on the weekends. Just one of the perks of managing a clothing store, huh?"
"Try being in law school and working all week," Spencer muttered, dropping her head in her hands.
"Yeah, I can do the mall later," Alison finally answered. "I'll just have to stop by my apartment first. I was working all morning, and I need to go grab a shower."
Alison worked at the Grill, so working wasn't much trouble for her. She just took people's orders and brought them out when they were ready. It wasn't the high class life that she'd once dreamt for herself, but it was better than living in a dumpster. And at least she had all her best friends still in the same town as her, right?
She just felt so conflicted, and alone, even if her friends were always there. Not to mention the fact that Aria lived in the same apartment building as her. Lucky for that bitch though, Aria wasn't living all alone like Ali was. She had a boyfriend that she'd been dating for a year, Jake. He was a couple years older than her, but Alison had honestly approved of him the first time she met him. He was really protective over Aria, and that was important. Although Ali could come off as a bitch sometimes, she really did care about her friends and their wellbeing. Any decent person would.
"Ali? Are you okay? Are you sure you want to come to the mall? You keep zoning out," Hanna said suspiciously, knocking Alison out of her daze.
"No, I'm fine. I think I'm just going to head back home real quick. I'll meet you all at the mall later," she promised, standing from her seat. "Don't have too much fun without me!"
"As if," Spencer answered sarcastically, laughing. Alison flashed them all her best smile and then turned and headed out of the Grill. She was pretty sure that her best friends could read through her fake smile, but they didn't stop her as she walked out of the Grill. Maybe they just understood that she was going through something rough. At least Alison's last breakup was relatively recent, and she could blame her weird behavior on that without it being weird.
Her autopilot got her into her car and down to the apartment building. As she drove toward her normal parking space, she noticed that it was already filled. She frowned. This apartment building worked like clockwork. Besides her and Aria, everyone came and went on regular schedules. If Alison camped out in front of the place, she could call exactly when who was walking in there. Along with that, everyone parked in their normal parking places. They weren't assigned or anything, but it was just an unspoken rule. This car was not only in her spot, but it was also one that she'd never seen before.
A little annoyed now, she parked in the empty spot next to it and climbed out of her car. She briefly considered somehow vandalizing the car that stole her spot, but decided that the idea was much too "high school Ali". She was trying to grow out of her previously devilish self.
She strutted into the apartment building and headed straight for the elevator. Once inside, she pressed the button with the number six on it, her floor.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. The blonde stepped out, and ran right into someone. She heard something fell on the floor and she blinked. "Ugh," she grumbled, "can't you watch where you're going?"
Blinking again, she noticed that the girl was crouched down, picking up the stuff that Alison had made her drop. "I'm so sorry," the brunette muttered, standing again as soon as she had gathered up the papers she had.
Alison blinked as soon as she saw the girl's face. She was beautiful, and that was barely enough to describe how amazing this girl looked.
"Really, I'm so sorry. I've only seen one other person walking around here all day, so I wasn't really expecting anyone to be in there and—" the girl rambled.
Alison shook her head quickly. "No, I'm sorry, that was totally my bad. I was kind of zoned out, on autopilot. You're right, no one is up and around up here around this time. Wasn't expecting you to be there. Sorry."
"It's fine," the girl replied with a shake of her head.
They both stood there silently for a moment, before Alison got a hold of herself and stepped to the side. "Well, sorry again," she said, her voice shaky all of the sudden. The brunette nodded, and they went their separate ways. Alison tried her best not to glance back at the girl, but she couldn't help it. She got a glimpse of chocolate colored eyes looking back at her before the doors slid shut.
Sighing, Ali made her way to her apartment. Once inside, she dropped her purse and immediately started to strip of her clothing. One of the perks of living alone. She turned on the hot water in her shower and stepped inside.
She couldn't stop visualizing that brunette. Was she knew? Was that her car in the parking lot, in Ali's spot? Was her apartment on this floor? Had she bought the apartment that was just across the hall from Ali's? What was her name? Would Ali ever see her again?
Stop. Stop. Stop. She's just some random girl that you ran into by the elevator. For all you know, she's some solicitor that was trying to sell shit.
Alison sighed. It was just something about that beautiful girl. People rarely caught her attention, but that girl had. Why? Alison wished that she knew.
I wish I could say that the chapters will get longer, but I can't promise that...
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1) I apologize for my long A/N up there ^^^^^^^^ Usually I make those short and just put a lot of stuff down here, but I had all of the pre-story stuff to put up there.
2) Please give me your thoughts on Alison? I haven't been reading PLL fanfic for more than two days lol... but from what I saw, everyone just kind of makes their own Alison in fanfictions like this. I really just don't want to mess her character up. Everyone else I think I did fine but... eh yeah.
3) A little more than exactly 24 hours ago, I wrote this chapter, then I wrote the second chapter. Then I slept for 3 hours (went to bed at 2AM, woke up at 5AM), and then I wrote another chapter, rewatched some PLL, ate breakfast, wrote another chapter, watched YouTube videos, wrote another chapter, had dinner, and then wrote a sixth chapter, and now here we are, 24 hours later. I swear, sometimes I don't even know how I make it through a whole day without crashing. And I'm still so hyper what is this.
Goodnight my loves! Please review your thoughts on this story :) I really want to continue, so I hope you like it :D
