Hey everyone, this is my new story! It was actually suggested to me a while ago and I started but I got distracted with my other fanfic, let me know what you all think yes?
I hope you all will enjoy.
Basically this story is about Alison being a part of a exchange program and she lives with the Fields family for senior year.
And they make quite an interesting first impression of each other.
A Foreign Exchange
Chapter One
"I still don't understand why you signed up for this." Emily whinged from the counter as her mother Pam walked hastily around the kitchen.
"Because Emily, it's good for you to be surrounded by a little culture." Pam was chopping up carrots for a roast dinner she was preparing for that evening.
"Mum... she's from California, I know they're socially... different there but that's not really culturally diverse." Emily moved slightly to her right as Pam shoved the chopping board next to her leg.
"Emily Fields, you can complain all day but like it or not she's coming and she's staying."
"For how long again?" Emily looked at her watch sarcastically causing her mother to raise an eyebrow at her.
"Six months, now if you're not careful I'll let her occupy your room and you can be stuck with the guest room that has no television and no en-suit."
Emily closed her mouth afraid to say another word and skilfully jumped off the bench when Pam shoved her leg again.
"Alright, I get the hint." She mumbled before quietly reaching for a chopped up carrot while her mother's back was turned.
"Don't even think about it." Pam warned from the corner of the kitchen, Emily's hand stopped in its tracks and she rolled her eyes.
"You're freaky when you do that." She muttered.
"Look, your father has gone to pick her up from the airport why don't you go put something nice on?" Pam turned from whatever job she was doing in the corner and looked her daughter up and down.
"What's wrong with this?" Emily questioned, her tone slightly offended as she looked down at her black skinny jeans, converse and baggy t-shirt that hung off one shoulder.
"Its fine dear, I just think maybe you could throw on something a little less..." Pam's words slowly drained away as Emily looked up from herself to her mother who was struggling for words.
"A little less gay?" She chuckled softly at her mother's innocent nature before turning on her heel and heading out of the kitchen. "I don't know how successful I'll be but I'll see what I can do."
Emily chimed her sarcastic words behind her as she made her ascent of the stairs.
"I'm glad you're so forth coming about your sexuality, Emily." Pam hummed loudly up to her daughter, matching the sarcasm in the brunette's voice.
"You've had time to come to peace with it; you're not so bad with it now." She laughed as she poked her head down the stairs so her voice would travel.
"Not everyone is so accepting dear."
"You weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows about it when I told you." Emily reminded her mother, while being cautious not to sound too harsh but when Pam didn't respond she knew she had pushed the playful banted a little too far. Making her way back down stairs Emily looked at her mother who had stopped her activities in the kitchen with a look of deep thought slapped across her face.
"Mum... I was only joking." Emily said softly, hoping her apology would be recognisable to her mother who had tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry..."
"Ha! I got you!" Pam's facial expression immediately changed as she wiped away her fake tears and began laughing at Emily's stunned expression.
"Oh god!" She exclaimed, feeling extremely relieved. "You're such an asshole! I really thought I had upset you then!"
"That's what makes it so funny!" Pam chuckled before continuing with her bustle in the kitchen.
"Urgh! I'm going to find something really gay to wear now." Emily quickly ran out of the kitchen before her mother could fit in another snide remark.
She laughed to herself as she looked around her messy wardrobe for something somewhat suitable to wear for the meeting of the new exchange student.
She still couldn't figure out why the girl was even coming, yeah sure it's a fair amount of distance but people on exchange programs are usually from the other side of the world, not the country.
She rolled her eyes at how quickly her mother had volunteered them to host the girl. Even with Emily starting senior year and this new girl starting with her she still couldn't understand, it was such an odd situation.
"No time to get changed Emily! I'm pretty sure they're here!" Pam yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Thank goodness, I didn't have any clothes. I really need to do some washing." Emily jokingly smelt her under arms as she walked to the top of the stairs, her mother still at the bottom waiting near the door.
"Are you on-purposefully trying to scare this girl away?" Pam questioned.
"No but I do think that you think my sexuality will somehow do that, Mum she's from California! Pretty much everyone is gay out there, she might be gay." Emily enjoyed stirring her mother; she enjoyed the playful banter they always participated in because it always made her feel accepted.
Even though Pam wasn't very accepting about her sexuality at first, she moved on. When Emily was being ridiculed for who she loved it pushed a button inside Pam, causing her motherly instincts to take over and protect Emily and then suddenly it didn't matter anymore.
"Well if that's the case then you can keep the doors open if you're in each other's rooms."
"What makes you think she'd be in my room?" Emily smirked playfully as she leant against the handrail at the top of the stairs. She could hear her father opening and closing the car boot and then make his way up the path and towards the house. She could also hear faint talking.
"What's her name again?" Emily asked before they reached the door, remaining her position upstairs.
"Did you remember anything I told you Exchange Student Program?" Pam rolled her eyes before opening the door and smiling as she kissed Wayne hello.
"I kind of zoned out after you mentioned exchange student." Emily mumbled to herself as her father made his way into the house with a large suit case by his side. Her eyes widen in horror at how large the baggage was but she did have to consider the fact that it was six months.
"Hey Emmy." Wayne smiled up at his daughter, who was leaning with both arms on the railing.
"Hey Dad." She happily returned her father's smile before searching the door for the follower. She caught a glimpse of bright golden locks flowing effortlessly over the girls shoulders; she was wearing a plain blue dress with a comfy looking black cardigan. The girl looked astonishingly beautiful; her eyes matched the colour of her dress, her skin, though pale looked soft and warm.
Wow. Emily thought to herself as the girl introduced herself to Pam. Her voice even sounded beautiful. Needless to say, the girl was practically faultless.
"Emily, come down here and say hello." All eyes went to Emily as the brunette slowly rose from the railing and made her way down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the beautiful blonde's who also never broke contact.
"This is our daughter Emily. Emily this is Alison." Pam stood oblivious to the tension in the room as Wayne made his way upstairs with Alison's luggage.
"Hi." Emily finally managed after a long moment of silence.
Alison was subtly looking Emily up and down, taking in what the brunette was wearing and making a quick judgement off what she saw. Though Pam hadn't seen what she was doing Emily had, causing the tension to rise between them.
"Hi." Alison forcibly replied. Finally noticing the awkwardness Pam quickly straightened up and looked at her daughter with raised eyebrows.
"Emily, why don't you go and show Alison her room, while I continue with dinner?" Pam turned hastily and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Sure." Emily muttered towards her mother knowing however only Alison could hear, the blonde quirked her eyebrow slightly at her comment but didn't bite. "This way then."
They walked in complete silence up the stairs and down the hallway, Emily was pointing out each room as she went.
"That's the bathroom, down there is my parent's room and your room is here." Emily stopped in front of a slightly adjured door, opening it she motioned Alison to walk in first.
The blonde was holding onto an expensive looking handbag and with each footstep you could clearly hear the sound of her heels connecting with the floor. With the extra height Alison was the same size as Emily, giving her an extra dominant nature.
"Where's your room?" Alison questioned, her tone laced with intrusion.
"Back down the hall." Emily stood in the door frame and watched as Alison placed her handbag on top of her large suit case that her father had brought up earlier.
"So what do you do around here for fun?" Alison turned back around to face Emily after taking in the details of the very small room. It was dull and boring; it was clear that before the exchange program that this was the room in the house where boxes and old exercise equipment was dumped.
"Fun? Um... what's your idea of fun?" Emily crossed her arms and watched Alison look her up and down again. Well this girl wasn't afraid to do what she wanted that was for sure.
"Parties, shopping, anything really." Alison mimicked Emily's crossed arms and smirked when she realised the brunette had caught her looking her up and down again.
Emily scoffed a small laugh before rolling her eyes at Alison's response.
"What?" Alison caught Emily's eyes once more, noticing the brunette silently curse herself for letting a laugh slip from her lips.
"That's slightly cliché, don't you think?" Emily speaks boldly as Alison's expression changes from light to hard in seconds, her dominant nature beginning to shine through.
"And you're not a walking cliché yourself?"Alison moved closer to her, causing her to swallow deeply at what the blonde was possibly going to say.
"What is so cliché about me?" Emily dares to speak but immediately regrets it.
"Is this some weird way of you flirting with me?" A large smirk dances across Alison's lips as she silently laughs at Emily.
"What makes you think I'm gay?" Emily couldn't help but ask the question.
"Look at you, jeans and converse? You may as well throw on a flannelette shirt or a leather jacket and tattoo the word dyke across your forehead." Alison pointed at Emily's clothing before tisking her tongue patronisingly.
Her tone angered Emily. Sure, sometimes she would wear jeans and a baggy shirt but that didn't define her sexuality, it was what she was comfortable and that was why she wore it, not to make some fashion statement.
"For the record this makes me feel good, it doesn't define who I am but I suppose a close minded person like yourself couldn't fathom the fact that I wear a flannelette shirt because it's comfortable. You on the other hand look incredibly uncomfortable in heels and a summer dress, considering its autumn. And also what makes you think you're so damn special that I would flirt with you?"
Emily's question was rhetorical and needed no answer, not that she waited for one either. Turning around she could feel her heart beating uncontrollably in her chest; she had never been this defensive before, usually she would let it slide.
"Enjoy the room; it doesn't have heat so I hope you have thicker clothes than that to sleep in."
She turned again and walked down the hallway without another word taking a deep breath as she went.
Alison remained stuck in her place for a moment as she took in the feisty Emily's words, she was definitely a strong willed person but she knew that if she pushed the right buttons, she would be able to get under Emily's skin and when she did, well, she would enjoy it.
Turning to her suitcase Alison was indeed extremely glad she had packed for the Philadelphia weather however annoyed that she agreed with her new housemate about bringing thicker clothes. She almost wanted to wear thin skimpy outfits to make a statement but decided her California body was not used to the Philadelphian cold.
Emily walked down the hallway quickly and turned into her room shutting the door a little too loudly as she went.
Exhaling a large breath she slammed her body face first into her bed and groaned sarcastically.
"Good one, Emily." She mumbled into her fluffy pillow before lifting her head of air.
"Emily? Are you alright?" Pam knocked on the door before entering the room without permission. Emily rolled her eyes and moved from her face down position to look at her mother.
"Yes, I'm fine." Emily answered, though it was clear it was a lie. Pam raised her eyebrow before leaning out of the doorway to look down the hall and then back to Emily.
"So... what do you think of her?"
"Think?" Emily didn't know how to answer her mother's question because she didn't know what to think of the beautiful blonde that now lived down the hall. The only thing Emily could seem to think about her was that the blonde brought out the worst in her. "She's... different."
"Different good? Or different bad?" Pam shut the door slightly behind her and sat down next to Emily, sensing there was something wrong.
"I don't know. How's dinner going?" Emily tried to avoid Pam's questions as she moved her eyes along her daughter, observing every detail as if trying to find out the truth from her body language.
"It's good. It will be done in an hour so why don't you and Alison come downstairs and watch a movie with your father?" Pam decided not to push Emily further but also decided some further interaction would do the both of them some good.
"Fine, you can go invite her." Emily stood from the bed knowing her mother's gesture wasn't actually an offer but instead a demand, she had to watch a movie with Alison and her dad and it wasn't negotiable.
"Fine, you can get the drinks then." Pam smiled to herself as Emily cringed before turning back to face her.
"You can ask Alison what she wants then."
"No Emily, you're a big girl you can do it yourself." Pam's eyebrows would've risen higher if it were possible but as Emily leaned her body slightly out the door and sarcastically covered her mouth with her hand she already knew what her daughter was going to do. "Don't do it, Emily."
"Alison? Do you want a drink?" She whispered so softly her mother could barely hear. "No? Oh that's okay."
"Emily." Pam muttered in an unimpressed tone.
"You ask and I'll go get dad a beer from the garage fridge." Emily exited the room before Pam could comment further and almost ran down the stairs for safe keeping.
"Want a beer dad?" Emily asked as she passed the living room.
"Yes thanks, Emmy." Wayne didn't turn from the television as he searched through the different selections of movies that were saved to the television's memory to find a movie.
Without another word Emily headed towards the garage and looked back upstairs in case her mother or Alison was to come down.
But so far so good and she made her way into the cold garage, shivering slightly she began her search in the very full fridge for a beer.
When she came along a six pack she grabbed one and also a can of coke for herself and went to turn back into the house but she was met Alison leaning on the door frame with her bright blue orbs on her own.
"Bit young for that, don't you think?" Alison chuckled and nodded towards the beef while watching Emily squirm slightly under her strong gaze.
"I didn't realise coke had an age restriction on it." Emily muttered sarcastically as she tried to pass the blonde who instead lifted her arm across the pathway.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you Emily Fields?"
"I'm sorry I don't crumble to pieces and grovel at your feet when you enter the room." Emily side stepped and tried to walk around Alison but she merely copied her and blocked the other side. Sighing in frustration she shifted awkwardly on both feet before stepping backwards from the blonde who seemed to enjoy invading her personal space.
"Oh you crumble alright." Alison chuckled again as her trademark smirk slipped across her lips once more.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Whatever you want it to." Alison took a step forward in an attempt to dominate the defensive brunette but was interrupted by Pam's voice echoing from the kitchen.
"Emily, can you get a bottle of wine out of the fridge too?" Emily rolled her eyes and turned back to the fridge. Pulling the first bottle she could find she turned back to Alison who took the coke can out of her hand and smiled.
"Thanks." She chirped, though both knew it wasn't genuine and she left the garage without another word. Emily took in a deep breath before opening the fridge once more and pulled herself out another coke.
"Here Dad." She said as she made her way back into the living room where Alison had already made herself comfortable in her favourite lazy boy chair.
"Thanks darlin'." Wayne looked away from the television and towards Emily, following her gaze towards Alison who pretended to be oblivious to the current conversation.
Patting on the lounge beside him Wayne gave Emily a reassuring look.
Sitting down next to her father she sighed quietly before making herself comfortable and cracking open her drink.
"What about Die Hard?" He questioned Emily more than Alison; he was still adjusting to her presence.
"Oh my god no, Dad we watch that the other day."
"Yeah because the time before that you made me watch Mean Girls."
"Please not Die Hard." Emily begged while rolling her eyes, subtly glancing over at Alison she noticed the quiet blonde was smirking at their bickering.
"How about we let Alison pick?" Wayne's question didn't really require an answer so before Emily could object he handed the remote to the blonde who smile largely before briefly looking over to the brunette.
"Thank you Mr. Fields." She said innocently, causing Emily's eyes to roll again.
Deciding to take advantage of her position Alison chose the most appropriate movie to further annoy Emily.
Selecting Magic Mike she pressed play without bothering to ask if it was alright and sat back in the lounge before opening her own drink and pretending to act innocent.
Wayne and Emily exchanged displeased looks before both sighing quietly in unison.
"You gave her the remote." Emily whispered to her father as they cleaned up the dishes from dinner.
"Don't remind me." He mumbled, feeling like he had just waste two hours of his life watching Channing Tatum hump random women.
"You could've said something."
"We could've watched Die Hard." He commented as he placed a dish on the sink ready for Emily to wipe up.
"I regret even contesting that movie after watching that rubb-"
"What are you guys talking about?" The sudden sound of Pam in the doorway made both Emily and Wayne jump from their activities and bickering.
"The weather." Wayne quickly answered as he and Emily turned to face Pam. Emily looked up at him with raised eyebrows and an are-you-serious look.
"Good one." She muttered towards him, rolling her eyes when he shrugged his shoulders. Pam raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms unimpressed with the whispering the pair was doing.
"What are you guys really talking about?"
"Magic Mike." Emily gave up the battle in pretending she would actually get away with lying to her mother.
Pam scoffed and covered her mouth when she realised the volume.
"Cause that movie is right up both of yours alley, yeah?"
"It was Alison's choice." Wayne justified quickly, only causing Pam to laugh harder.
"Well there goes your theory of all California people being gay, Emily."
"Urgh Mum, I was only saying that to stir you." She rolled her eyes at her mother's playful banter before putting the last of wiping up in the cupboards. "Where is California, anyway?"
Both Wayne and Pam looked over at her with horror crossed with astonishment clear in their eyes.
"I meant Alison." She clarified and watched with amusement their eyes lowering instantly.
"She went upstairs; she said she was going to get ready for bed."
"It's eight o'clock?" Wayne mused curiously.
"She's probably feeling home sick honey. Emily, why don't you go see if she's alright?"
Knowing full well that there wasn't a choice in the matter, Emily left the kitchen without another word and headed upstairs towards the guest room.
The door was almost shut but Emily could still clearly hear talking on the other side.
"You should see this place, Jason. It's such a one horse town, its cold and raining and the people are boring and dull."
There was a long moment of silence in which Emily edged herself closer to the door so she could hear what Alison was saying clearly.
"They have a daughter. Oh my god, she's so lame it's unbearable. Oh and she's gay! So I made her watch Magic Mike, it was hilarious!"
Emily peeked through the available gap in the door and saw Alison pacing back and forth throughout the room with her mobile phone to her ear. A laptop was sitting on the bed, it looked like it was paused on a movie but she couldn't see what it was exactly.
Accidently leaning too hard against the door Emily caused it to creak slightly, making Alison stop in her tracks and pause her conversation on the phone.
"Yeah, I'm still here." She said as she made her way to the door, confused when she opened it to find nobody behind it. Thinking she was imaging things she went back to her conversation with her brother.
Emily softly shut her bedroom door and leant against it, letting out a large sigh of relief that she had managed to escape from being caught by Alison.
Moving over to her bed she searched for the remote for her television and played the first movie she could find, though her thoughts were greatly distracted with Alison's harsh words.
It seemed Alison was a lot meaner than Emily had first expected...
So, what did everyone think?
A BIG thanks to the guest who suggested this story, I personally love it and think it has great potential.
Let me know if you would like me to continue it :)
-Aemstar