First Date

Authors note: Hello my lovelies! I am back after my looooong absence. My stupid computer has been very sick, lol. Anyway, this is a story about Emily and Alisons first date. Sets shortly after my fic "Not without you".

Place: The Brew in Rosewood.

Time: 6:00 pm.

Date: 12th of May, Emily's birthday.

What could possibly go wrong? Alison thought to herself.

Lots of things. The zipper on Alison's dress could get stuck so she wouldn't be able to leave her room. Emily could fall down the stairs and break her leg so she had to cancel the date. A waiter could spill wine over Emily and ruin her clothes and the date, and last but not least: when Alison reached for Emily's hand she could accidentally knock over a candle in the process and start a fire.

Relax, Alison ordered herself. Everything will be fine. Smoothly. Better than better, in fact.

Her hand trembled when she applied more mascara, and she had to concentrate very much to avoid poking herself in the eye and go blind forever.

It had been exactly the same when she applied lipstick and zipped up her dress. Her hand had trembled so much that she barely had been capable of zipping her dress. She had tried to take deep breaths and even talk to herself, but nothing had worked. Nothing what so ever.

Relax, she told herself. There is nothing to be afraid of. Because that was exactly what she was. Afraid. Scared to death, in fact.

What the hell was wrong with her? She was Alison bloody DiLaurentis; she wasn't scared of anything, certainly not of going on a date. She had been on hundreds of dates, and never had she been so worked up about it. Until now.

But deep down she knew that she hadn't been nervous about her other dates because none of the guys she had been dated had really mattered to her. She'd dated them for fun. But this was very different, and not only because it was a woman she was having a date with. It was different because it was Emily. Sweet Emily. Emily Fields. Emily with her big doe eyes and dark hair.

Emily whose name she couldn't stop saying over and over again. Emily she'd hurt over and over again. Emily who kissed her after Alison pulled her out of the dollhouse. Emily who was honoring Alison with her company on her own birthday.

Alison took a deep breath and shook her head, sending her golden curls tumbling down over her shoulders. Enough of this rubbish. There was nothing to be afraid of. Emily was interested in her, of course she was, and otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to go out with her, would she? Everything would be fine. This wasn't a blind date, for god's sake. They knew each other so well; surely they would have lots of things to talk about. Besides, Emily had done this before. She had dated lots of girls before Alison.

She had dated lots of girls. Now there was an unsettling thought. It suddenly dawned on Alison which shoes she was going to fill in tonight. Samara. Emily had talked briefly about her, and she sounded so sweet and innocent. Not like Alison for sure.

Maya. Emily's second love and the girl who helped Emily discover who and what she was. The girl who was tragically murdered by her crazy stalker, who also targeted Emily for a while. Alison owed a lot to Maya. Without Maya Emily would still be in the closet, and this date would be non-existent.

Paige. The athletic swimmer who had gone beyond her depths to protect Emily. The girl who had been in love with Emily for years. And oh yeah, Emily's longest and happiest relationship.

I'll just have to be better than Paige, Alison thought to herself. After all, Paige did betray Emily by informing the police that Alison was alive, and Emily did break up with her when she found out. Yeah, but she did it out of love for Emily. To protect her. from me. Alison couldn't help but feel a little sick when she realized how afraid everybody had been of her. She took another deep breath. I've changed, she said to herself. I'm never gonna hurt anybody again. Certainly not Emily.

Alison looked at herself in the mirror. It was lucky no one could see just how anxious she was. She had always been a master of hiding her feelings, and that ability certainly came in handy now. There was no trace of anxiety on the outside. No flushed cheeks or quivering lips. She was wearing a mask of confidence. Pale pink lips, long eyelashes that framed her blue eyes perfectly. Light blue jeans, short high heeled booths, a flower printed ruffle top that revealed exactly enough of her body, and a little, black cardigan. There was a time where Alison was sure that she would never be able to wear a ruffle top again, but she had pulled herself together and informed herself just how silly it was to be afraid of a piece of clothes.

She quickly grabbed her purse, making sure that her wallet was there and that she had enough money in it to pay. It would have been dreadful if she had to ask Emily to pay for her own birthday dinner.

She glanced at herself in the mirror one last time, making sure she looked perfect, and grabbed the present for Emily and stuffed it down her purse. She knew Emily didn't expect a gift beside the meal, but Alison really wanted to bring her something other than just herself.

She walked down the stairs and out her house, making her way to the Fields property. Luckily she met no one. She couldn't talk to anyone right know, her voice would tremble too much, and she worried that she would sound like an old crow when she reached Emily's house.

Much too soon she passed the Field's mailbox and made her way up to the front door. She took another deep, steadying breath and knocked….

To Be Continued..

Authors note:

I love cliffhangers. Do you guys want me to continue or not? It's out of my hands and all up to you now….