Hey guys, I know it's been too long...but I'm back! For those of you who read it, Even Angels Fall is, unfortunately, officially over, however, my sequel for that will be up as soon as possible. This is a whole new story that I've decided to write, it's very different to my last story, but it contains just as much Spemily and probably even more, so hopefully you'll like it!
Warning, femslash and maybe some M scenes in later chapters, don't like? Don't read.
Disclaimer: If I owned Pretty Little Liars, Spencer and Emily would be together by now.
Read and review please!
Chapter One- Show Me How to Live
If you've ever visited a suburban town, then you know exactly what it's like. All white houses, picket fences and fresh cut, green grass. It's all the same, anywhere you go. Rosewood, Pennsylvania, looked no different. On the outside, it was a happy, clichéd, suburban town on the outskirts of Philadelphia. At least, that's what it looked like. But sometimes, things aren't always what they seem- and for four high school junior girls, this perfect exterior was just a charade for heartbreak, threats and unrequited love.
A pale skinned girl tossed and turned in her four poster bed, kicking off the blankets and pulling them back on again with annoyance. She sat up before throwing her head back down against her pillows, turning this way and that in yet another fruitless attempt to get comfortable. But nothing seemed right, not now that she knew what she had to do, and the reasons she had to do it for. Not now that she had finally admitted to herself what her subconscious must have known for years. Meanwhile, another, tan skinned girl lay wide awake...perfectly still as she listened to her best friends breathing across the room, wondering what went on in her pretty blond head while she dreamt. The last of the four lay curled up in the arms of her lover, content with her life but not with her fate.
"Hey Em," Spencer Hastings said as she walked over to the lockers where her best friend stood alone, Emily said nothing but picked up her books and slammed her locker shut with immense force, "Woah, what did the locker do to you?" Spencer exclaimed, looking from Emily to the locker, she turned to the locker and put her hand on it, "Are you alright? She hurt you pretty bad, right?" she asked it, faking concern and tutting at Emily. Emily pouted for a second, desperate to stay mad, but she started to giggle when Spencer kissed the locker, "All better now?" she asked it, and Emily laughed some more. The brunette turned to Emily and cocked her head to the side, "See, there's the Emily that I know and love!" she laughed, wrapping an arm around her best friend. Emily turned her head into Spencer's chest and she held her there for a few minutes, thankful for the deserted hall.
"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong or are we going to stand here all day?" Spencer whispered in her ear, Emily lifted her head up and wiped her eyes quickly with the sleeve of her shirt,
"It's nothing really, it's just, no, you know what, forget about it?" she asked quickly, turning away. Spencer pouted and grabbed her arm,
"Come on, you know that you can tell me anything, right?" she asked, pulling Emily closer to her, Emily smiled a little and shook her head,
"Okay, but it's really stupid…" Spencer nodded, signaling for her to continue, "It's just that everything's too much, you know? On Monday, I'm doing a make up test of a make up test, I'm still not allowed back on the swim team and we're still stuck doing community service for another two weeks and A's still plaguing us with their incessant threats and, to top it all off, it's Valentine's Day and I just…I just wish I could have a really good Valentine's Day for once. You know? The whole rose petals on the bed, romantic movie, candlelit dinner and just…everything…" Spencer laughed with her signature smirk, and looked Emily dead in the eyes,
"That's not stupid Em," she said comfortingly, "It's sweet. Who knew that you were such a romantic?" she giggled and Emily smiled gently, "Tell you what, why don't you come over tonight? Hanna's with Caleb and Aria has Ezra, so I don't see any reason as to why you and I shouldn't hang out?" Emily grinned,
"That sounds great Spence, thank you." She added sincerely,
"Great, I'll pick you up at eight." She smiled, leaning forward and kissing Emily's cheek.
As she watched her walk away Emily lifted her hand and subconsciously touched the spot that Spencer had kissed, biting her lip to stop herself from breaking out into an all to readable smile.
That was just it though, no matter how hard she tried not to be, Emily Fields was just that- readable; predictable, almost. Spencer didn't make it easy though, not to hide how she felt. It was like a game, being with Spencer, a game they played together, to act gay. Constantly holding hands or linking arms whenever they were together, calling each other by pet names and flirting outrageously…kissing each other's cheeks in greeting as opposed to hugging like the other girls did. Just a game. But she loved it.
However, after the Alison DiLaurentis debacle, she'd sworn to herself that she would never again let love get in the way of friendship- especially not Spencer's. As badly as she wanted her, she needed her more as a friend than anything else.
Sometimes though, Emily would catch Spencer looking at her when she didn't expect it; or Spencer would turn her head when Emily kissed her, ensuring that Emily kissed just a little nearer to her lips…and in those moments, Emily convinced herself that Spencer may just feel the exact same way as she did.
"Em!" Hanna screeched, snapping her fingers in her friends' face, "Emily!" Emily jumped slightly, pushing whatever thoughts were preoccupying her clear to the back of her mind, "What's up I've been standing here, for like, an hour and you're like totally out of it."
"It's more like two minutes Han, and she's probably just tired," Aria spoke up as the voice of reason; Emily smiled at her gratefully,
"Whatever," Hanna grinned, "So, you wanna go to the mall? I need something to wear for Caleb tonight." She asks hopefully, looking between the two of them,
"Don't you mean something for Caleb to take off?" Aria asked, smirking a little,
"And don't have a makeup test in Chemistry tonight anyway?" Emily asked apprehensively, recalling seeing it scribbled on a note on the desk that they shared.
"She's procrastinating." Aria drawled by way of explanation, rolling her eyes. Hanna shot her a look,
"Ew, like I'd ever do that in public." She exclaimed with a look of abject horror, Emily and Aria exchanged a look before looking quizzically at Hanna,
"What? If I'm going to get personal with my right hand I'd do it in private." She said with an air of superiority before looking intently at her blackberry, Aria laughed out loud,
"How do you live with her Em?" she asked, still half laughing, Emily smiled and shook her head,
"Sometimes, I really don't know."
"Hey Spence," Emily sighed after having waited for Spencer to pick up her phone,
"Hey, everything okay?" Spencer asked with concern, snapping Emily out of her daydream,
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. I was just wondering, actually, if I could stay the night tonight? I think Hanna and Caleb are going to be pretty busy like, all night, so…" Emily mentally slapped herself, sleep over- she corrected herself, you sleep over at your best friend's house, you stay the night with someone after you've slept with them? You're reading too much into it she thought, blushing wildly even thought there was no-one present.
"Of course, I was kind of hoping you would anyway," Spencer said happily, not bothering to fight back a smile, "Do you need me to pick you up? You could drive, but actually, that means we'd have to take two cars to school tomorrow, I'll drive. I'll pick you up at eight like I said earlier, unless that's not okay….I just…." Emily giggled as, the normally highly articulate, Spencer Hastings began rambling,
"Eight's perfect, Spence."
"Who was that on the phone?" Melissa asked from Spencer's doorway,
"None of your God-damn business, that's who Melissa." Spencer bit back, turning around and continuing with what she was doing,
"Well it's obviously someone you care about, you weren't as, shall we say, articulate as usual? And you're cheeks are red, and you can't stop smiling…I'd say it's a boy."
"It's not a smile Melissa; it's a grimace because I'm looking at you. Now please, get out of my room." She replied smoothly, putting her hands on her hips and staring Melissa down.
"Unless it's not a boy. Maybe it's a girl; it is Valentine's day after all, you gonna tell Emily how you feel?" she laughed and Spencer's face flooded crimson,
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied intransigently, desperately attempting to conceal the truth that her face had already given away, "What? Am I in love with Hanna and Aria too?" she asked sardonically, breathing deeply to try to cool her face,
"Nope," Melissa remarked evenly, "Just Emily. Don't think no-one's noticed Spencer, everyone sees how you look at her. How you treat her differently. Especially Alison, she noticed didn't she? That's why you hated her so much, isn't it? She knew. And she had what you wanted. Emily adored her. You wanted that. You wanted Emily." She continued snidely, her mouth twisting into a smile as she saw tears forming in Spencer's eyes.
"Get out." Spencer growled through gritted teeth. Melissa laughed coldly,
"Hit a nerve did I?" she grinned, "Well, I'll leave you alone tonight so you can confess your love in peace. But I'd tell her tonight. If you don't…I will."
Spencer sat in her Mercedes parked outside of Hanna's house and beeped the horn on her steering wheel, letting the sound reverberate around the vicinity, cuing Emily to come outside. She wiped the palms of her hands on the thighs of her Levi's for what seemed like the thousandth time over the duration of the past ten minutes, before meticulously fixing her hair and paranorically checking her perfect skin for any sign of blemish. Perfect. she thought to herself as she watched Emily step out of the house and turn to lock the door behind her, Not that you even have a prayer with her. She sighed with an odd mixture of anxiety and content as she allowed her eyes to wander along her best friends perfectly toned body, perhaps letting them flicker over her chest for a little longer than she should have.
"Hey, pretty girl," she smiled, kissing Emily's cheek as she got out the car and opened the passenger door for her,
"Wow," Emily muttered, "Both a compliment and treated well? Who said chivalry was dead?" Spencer laughed at the dark haired girls dry humor,
"Only the best for you, madam." she bowed down to Emily before shutting her door, her hand lingering for a second on the door handle as she replayed the twinkling sound of Emily's laugh in her head before getting in her own side of the car.
"So, tonight," Spencer stated, smiling knowingly at her best friend, "I have decided that we're not going to give into the stereotype." she spoke conclusively, but smiled broadly when Emily gave her a questioning look, "For years and years, single girls have been being sold the idea that, on February 14th every year, they are to wallow in self pity, eating piles of carbohydrates and candy and then complaining about their weight before watching depressing, and not to mention highly unrealistic, cheesy movies about events that would never happen in the real world for many reasons, and crying themselves to sleep in a pile of tissues."
Emily laughed loudly before looking to Spencer with adoration,
"You're a real cynic, you know that right?" she asked rhetorically, squeezing Spencer's knee affectionately. the gesture sent shivers through Spencer's spine and her stomach tingled from the intense butterflies that had taken up residence there upon merely seeing Emily.
"So, if we're not doing 'the stereotype' tonight, what are we doing?"
"Okay, you can open them now." Spencer whispered, removing her hands from around Emily's eyes and stepping back. Emily surveyed the room with a gasp, feeling tears start to prick her eyes and threatening to spill over more and more as she took in each perfect detail, from the flickering, scented candles placed precisely around the room, and the rose petals scattered all both across Spencer's crisp white sheets and across the floor, to the tiny, round table set for two that Spencer had arranged with flowers and wine.
"I know it's really cheesy and kind of lame and totally unoriginal but you said that you wanted to have a proper Valentines day so I thought that...oh God this is stupid, isn't it?" Spencer rambled, slowly becoming more and more incoherent, and turning a deep shade of scarlet.
"Shh," Emily whispered, cutting off the rest of Spencer's mumbling by wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her temple lightly, "It's perfect...you're perfect."
A/N Cheesy? Yeah, I know, but hopefully it's not too bad? Let me know what you think :)
~LaughLoveLiveXx
