A/N: Hello! Yes, it's here, my new Emison fanfiction! Welcome, my lovelies, to Wash Away Your Fears, or WAYF :P This story is perhaps one of the most AU ones I have written, and it's also a lot different than most of my other stories... It's written probably a little "looser" than CYSM was... I think I have 6 chapters written so far..
So... there MAY be some triggers for some people in here... which, I know, is something I haven't ever had to say with any other fics, but I feel like I should mention. Also, I'm thinking maybe some more cursing and maybe a little more graphic smut? Both things are something that I have gotten more and more comfortable with recently, and ya, it's 2015, why not? :P
Italics are thoughts/flashbacks/dream ... flashbacks and dreams will be specified.
Bolds are texts/emails/signs.. such things shall also be specified...
OMG! I haven't even introduced myself, crap. I'm Tana, for those of you who don't know! I'm a crazy teenage lesbian who, when she's not stressing over school and choir, is writing FF like a mad person. I've been on her for a little over two years, and it's been one of the best experiences I've ever had. I love writing and it's amazing to get to share it all with people :) I've written too many Emison fics for me to count (not really but it' late so), as well as Dantana fics, Quinntana fics, and Brittana. I've also briefly written for Karmy and I have a newer fic up for Hollstein from Carmilla as well. Check it out :)
Alright... so... without further ado...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own PLL!
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Emily Fields was an average girl in the small town of Rosewood, Pennsylvania. She was super close with her three best friends—they told each other everything—and they were relatively popular all together. She herself, however, wasn't always the brightest star. Maybe on the swim team she was, where she could beat everyone on her team and lead her entire team to beat every other team in the district and region. Aside from that, though, she wasn't anything special.
She didn't really have any friends until she was absorbed into the friend group she was now a part of. That was about two years ago. She wasn't sure why any of them had decided to accept her into their group, but she was glad that they had, because they all fit together so well.
First, there was Spencer Hastings. Originally, Emily had just seen her around and recognized her as the smartest person on the planet. She was the captain of like ten different clubs, had the highest GPA in any of the grades, and she was also captain of the field hockey team. Emily used to find her a little scary, if she was being honest, but since she'd gotten to know her, they were actually good friends.
Then, there was Aria Montgomery. Emily had seen her around a lot more than she had Spencer before they were friends, and she'd even spoken to her a few times. She was quirky, but she really sweet and nice and now that Emily knew her, the two of them were actually really close—definitely closer than Emily and Spencer were.
Lastly, there was Hanna Marin. She was not as nerdy or quirky or average as the rest of the girls. She was the Rosewood High It-Girl. To say that she was the center of their friend group wasn't entirely correct, but she was definitely of the highest social standing. Aside from the fact that she did wear the best clothing and walk with her nose up, she really was a nice to her friends. She was funny and liked to make them all laugh, even if sometimes that meant sounding a little stupid or weird. That's what Emily loved about her.
Actually, Emily loved a lot of things about Hanna. Maybe a little more than as a normal friend would, which drove Emily crazy. She had no idea who she was. All she knew was that when she looked at Hanna, her heart beat sped up, and that Hanna was dating super popular Sean Ackard.
It was hard sometimes, and sometimes she thought that telling Hanna might be the best idea, but she had never brought herself to do it. And she never would. She couldn't do that to her friendships, which still felt new even though they had all been friends for two years, the other three an extra year onto that.
Alison DiLaurentis was not an average girl. First of all, she was absolutely gorgeous, and she looked at least two years older than she actually was. As a sixteen year old girl, that was a good thing. Alison had grown up in California, but her parents were getting a divorce, and her mother had decided to move to where she had once lived, and Alison went with her.
When she researched Rosewood, Pennsylvania, Alison found herself mildly disappointed. She was going from the big city of San Francisco to this tiny town an hour outside of Philadelphia.
On the other hand, she wasn't at all disappointed. When Jessica DiLaurentis drove the car into the town, and Alison saw the welcome sign, she felt almost cozy. After everything Alison had been through in California, maybe this place could be a fresh start.
"Alison, the moving truck will be here any minute, so get ready to start bringing in boxes," her mom called up to her. Alison was currently just sitting in her empty room on the floor, wondering what her new life would be like in this rich, cozy town.
"Okay," she called down to her mom, and then she heard the beeping sound of a moving truck backing into their driveway. Heaving a sigh, she pulled herself up and off of the floor, heading downstairs immediately. She almost wished that her brother, Jason, hadn't moved out right before the divorce began. This big house for just her and her mom was going to start feeling lonely.
She was outside at the moving truck before her mom, and the driver guy that they'd hired was opening up the back. "You going to need a hand with bringing everything in?" he asked in a rough southern accent.
"No, thank you," Jessica answered suddenly as she came outside of the house. "If you could just take the boxes and set them on the driveway."
Ten minutes later, all of the boxes were on the driveway, the guy collected his final pay, and then Alison and her mom were left alone in this huge house. Without a word, Alison started to move all of her boxes up to her room, one by one.
Her mom must've noticed her silence, because before she went outside to get her last box, her mom intercepted her. "Alison, are you okay?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"I'm fine," Alison stated in a sure voice, but Jessica DiLaurentis wasn't going to be fooled by it.
"You fooled me once, Alison, but not again," she said in a hushed voice. "I want this to be a fresh start for both of us, okay?"
"Why is the house so big?" Alison finally asked. "It's just two of us, remember? Not four."
"This was my house when I was a kid, Alison," her mom explained. "My mom lives in Georgia now, and she said we can use this house. We can't afford to buy our own right now, big or small."
And there was the truth. A few months earlier, at the end of sophomore year, Alison and Jessica DiLaurentis had made a pact to one another to always tell each other the truth. Lies had gotten them nowhere good. So far, neither of them had gone against their pact.
Alison just nodded, though, and stepped around her mom to go outside for her last box. A few other boxes still sat there, but those were her mom's.
As she walked out onto the driveway, she saw a brunette approaching her from a neighboring house. Taking a deep breath, she stopped by her last box and waited for the girl to reach her. "Hi, there," the girl called out. She was probably about Alison's age, but paler and with much darker hair.
"Hi," Alison returned.
"Is this your house?" the girl questioned. Of course she would ask that, because she probably knew that it was owned and had just been completely abandoned for the past three years.
"My mom's." That was a lie, of course, it was her grandma's.
"What's your name? Are you going to Rosewood High?" the girl listed off the routine questions.
"Alison," she answered, resisting her nervous impulse to run her fingers through her golden hair. Why was she so nervous? This was a fresh start. Nobody knew her here. "And yes. My first day is Monday."
"Cool," said the brunette, smiling. "I'm Spencer Hastings. I live right there."
"Hastings?" Alison turned to see her mom approaching them with curious eyes. "As in, Peter Hastings?"
"That's my dad," Spencer confirmed, nodding. "Did you used to live here?"
"When I was a kid, yes," Jessica answered, smiling a warm smile at the other teenager. Alison bit down on her tongue, still feeling nervous even though she shouldn't. "I went to high school with your dad."
Spencer smiled. "I have to go, but nice to meet you."
"You, too," Alison said simply, and then the other girl was heading back to her house.
"I wonder who Peter Hastings married," her mom wondered, shaking her head slightly. It must've been weird for her, coming back here to familiar faces married to other familiar faces and having produced some new faces that resembled both.
The only thing about the fact that her mom used to live here that worried Alison was the fact that this wasn't an actual fresh start. Her mom knew people here. She was pretty sure that her mom hadn't kept in touch with anyone in Rosewood, but if she had, than this wasn't a fresh start for Alison either. She took a deep breath and picked up her last box. She needed to start unpacking now, because it was Saturday, and Monday was her first day of school.
Emily heard her doorbell ring, and she immediately rolled off of her bed and hurried downstairs. It was probably her friends—they'd all agreed to meet at Emily's for a sleepover.
Sure enough, there was the first of her guests, Spencer. "Hey, Spence," she greeted with a smile.
"Hey, Em," Spencer returned. "So guess what! There's this new girl who just moved into the house next door to mine."
"The empty one that has been like… abandoned?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrows.
Spencer nodded. "That one. Apparently her mom used to live there when she was a kid, and now they're back. I don't know where from. The daughter, though, looks about seventeen or something."
"Is she nice?" Emily wondered.
"I don't know. She seemed sort of stand-offish. She starts school at Rosewood High on Monday," Spencer explained, and then the front door opened again to reveal Hanna and Aria.
"I brought kettle corn," Aria piped up immediately, and they all rushed up to Emily's bedroom to put on their first movie of the night and eat kettle corn. It's how most of their sleepovers started, and then they usually talked about boys and whatever else came to their minds.
It was an average night for all of them, and after their second movie, when their kettle corn was gone, they circled up to gossip and talk. That's when Spencer brought up the new girl again. "Oh, a family finally moved into that house next door to mine."
"A family?" Aria asked. "I always thought if someone moved in there it would be a creepy old lady."
"I only met the mom and the daughter, but they seem okay," Spencer explained.
"How old is the daughter?" Hanna asked. Emily's eyes fell on the blonde and stuck there shamefully.
"She looks about seventeen? I don't know, but she's starting school at Rosewood High on Monday," Spencer answered. "Her name is Alison."
They were all looking at Hanna now, because she was the It-Girl at Rosewood High, and people had to pass her test. If they were a threat to her standing, then… well, they would find out what to do when it became necessary.
"She seemed sort of stand-offish, or maybe she just didn't want to talk to me," Spencer added, shrugging. "Whatever, though."
So they moved on through different topics as their sleepover continued as normally as if nothing was new. And right now, as far as they were concerned, nothing really was new at all.
So this really was just an introductory to get you all ready for the story... Introducing - the hardest version of Alison that I've ever written, but definitely my favorite. I think you all will fall in love with her... just you wait ;P
I really hope that this short intro to WAYF makes you want to keep reading! I have brilliant plans for this story!
CYSM readers, go check out the Flashback story that I posted!
Rereading this first chapter has made me want to write (I've been posting things all night but haven't written a single new thing)...
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