Emily

Emily stared into the mirror of her room and contemplated her face. Were those wrinkles, she pondered, as she ran her fingers over her forehead. She dismissed the thought after deciding it was only because she was scrutinizing so much that her brows had furrowed. Of course she didn't have wrinkles. She was Emily Fields, twenty-four year old swimsuit model, she could not have any wrinkles at her age. That would be preposterous.

Walking to her closet, she wondered what her friends had planned for tonight. It was her birthday after all. Emily hadn't said anything to her friends, but she was really hoping that they were going to that new five star that opened next to the theater. She decided that for the time being, she would wear her favorite pink romper. It was a nice spring day after all, might as well enjoy it.

After finishing her makeup and hair, she grabbed a pair of heels and a handbag and danced down the stairs aiming for the kitchen. She pulled open the cupboard and stared, deciding on a banana and a granola bar. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out an orange juice. After closing it, she made a note on the white board for Wanda, "Need more food…and OJ, Thanks! –Em"

For Emily, the only downside to the weekends was that she gave Wanda the days off. She missed her when she wasn't there. The petite old woman had become like family to her, she certainly took better care of her than her family did.

Her phone began buzzing and she answered to a loud voice "Happy Birthday, Emmmmmm" it was her best friend Hanna.

Hanna, at the age of twenty one, had become a very high end fashion designer. Now at the age of twenty four, Hanna was living on top of the world. She was a spunky blonde, with a loud personality that screamed Fun. At least that's what the last interview said about her.

"EM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! OMG so tonight is going to be so much fun. But um…a lot of people cancelled…I know, they suck. BUT fear not, you have me! And I will so make tonight the best night ever! Trust me on that one. Anyways! Wanna go shopping?"

Emily hadn't really listened to anything after hearing that everyone had cancelled. Her mood instantly sank. She plopped on the couch next to her cat, who upon being disturbed let out a gargled meow.

She was snapped back to reality when she heard her name, remembering she was still on the phone she replied, "Sorry Han, what was that?"

"I asked if you wanted to go shopping, for tonight. I have big plans for you, missy!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah sure thing. I'm ready when you are, Han," the brunette replied.

"Good, get outside, bitch. I'm already here. Love ya!" The blonde hung up.

Emily shook her head and smiled, grabbing her wallet and handbag, she ran out to meet Hanna for a day of shopping.

Ali

The timer beeped and Alison DiLaurentis rushed to silence it. She loved cooking, but the sound of the restaurant's timers drove her insane. She pulled the cupcake pan out and set them on the cooling shelf.

"Hey, Joel! Here's the next dozen," she called over to her coworker.

The two had been tasked with catering the high end party tonight. Apparently it was some model's birthday and the boss wanted his two most competent workers on the job.

Alison wouldn't admit it, but she was secretly excited about the party. She liked the prospect of being surrounded by a bunch of attractive people all night.

She was so caught up in her daydream that she didn't notice Joel by her side.

Startled, she exclaimed, "Holy shit, Joel, you gotta stop doing that!"

"Well, darling, you need to stop zoning out," he flashed her a brilliant smile.

Joel was lean and tall, with thick curly black hair, and startling green eyes. Alison would have wanted him, were it not for the fact that he was the gayest guy that she knew.

She laughed and playfully shoved his shoulders, "You're a punk. You know that?"

He smirked, "Oh, but you know you love me."

She looked at her best friend and shook her head, returning to the mix station to create the last batch of cupcakes.

"So this party tonight, did you hear who it's for?" Joel called from the icing station.

"No, who is it?" She replied.

"Emily Fields," he said with a slight excitement to his voice.

The bag of flour that had been in Alison's hands dropped, creating a big, white, powdery mess all over the kitchen floor. She looked up and him with shock in her eyes and gasped.

"No way! THE Emily Fields? As in tall, sexy, tanned beauty who struts around in swimsuits? That Emily Fields?" she interrogated the bemused man.

"Well, do you know any other Emily Fields that is also a model? I didn't think so. Now I know you have a huge crush on her, but keep it in your pants, girly. And we need to clean up this mess," he laughed at the poor, starstruck girl.

Alison had had a crush on Emily Fields since her first appearance on Alison's favorite magazine, Vogue. She fell in love instantly and read the exclusive interview so many times she had it subjected to memory. Emily Fields was her very first crush that was a female, the most eye-opening crush she had ever encountered. She spent hours on youtube watching interviews and fashion shows featuring her favorite model.

"Do you think I could get her autograph tonight?" Alison wondered out loud.

Joel looked up at her and smiled at his love struck friend.