A/N: Okay so I currently have two other stories going on right now (Roommates, and From Hurt to Friends to Lovers) and I just felt like getting into a different mindset for a bit. I AM NOT ending the stories; I'm just adding a new one to my list. So please read and review. Surprisingly I have not seen many Emily/Ali stories out there… So here you go! Also please check out my other stories!

In this story Alison did not go missing, and it takes place while they are still all best friends. I have also decided to make Ali a little less of a bitch in this story than she would usually be portrayed. So she'll still have some attitude but not too terrible. And please let me know what you think and send me some ideas! Honestly I am just writing this off the top of my head so I don't know what's going to happen.

Xo Smerin

Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars

"… Ali…. Alison…"

"What?!" Alison DiLaurentis shrieked, rolling over on her bed to face the voice. Spencer Hastings had arrived at Ali's house about an hour ago and they had been up in the blonde's room waiting for the other girls to show up.

"The door," Spencer stated glaring at Ali. Neither of them understood why or how they were best friends but it just kind of worked out that way. And it helped that the other three were able to keep them in line.

"So go get it," Ali said turning back to the window.

"It's your house Alison," Spencer said loudly. Ali smirked. She could tell Spencer was already getting fed up and it was just the beginning of the night.

"Calm down Spence, no need to get your panties in a twist," Ali smiled climbing off of the bed and walking out the bedroom door. She could hear banging on the front door, which was most likely Hanna being as impatient as always.

"Keep your pants on Marin," Ali said loudly through the door before opening it. Just as she expected, Hanna was right at the door, fist raised, about to knock again. Ali looked the blonde up and down carefully. She had changed a lot since then beginning of high school, from losing all of that weight to starting to wear all the latest fashions.

Looking past Hanna, Ali saw Aria making her way up the steps. Oh sweet Aria. Ali examined what the brunette had decided to throw on. A frilly skirt, leggings with little black skulls on them and a black tank top tucked into them. There was cute little tote thrown over her shoulder.

"Hey Ali," Aria said as she stepped up next to Hanna.

"Hi." Ali said, looking around. "Spencer's already here."

"Emily?" Hanna asked, looking behind the blonde. Ali shook her head and opened the door wider so the girls could get through.

"Well let's go then," she said, leaving the door. She listened for the door to close behind them, before making her way back upstairs.

"Hey Spence," Hanna said happily, sliding into the bedroom behind Ali.

"Hey," Aria said, smiling. Spencer looked up from the book in her lap and sent a quick wave in their direction. After kicking their shoes off and throwing their bags into the corner, Aria and Hanna climbed their way onto Ali's bed, getting comfortable.

"Oh god Spence, put the fucking book down!" Ali said, sliding next to Spencer and gripping it. Spencer glared at her and pulled it back. Ali just laughed.

"Fuck off Alison," Spencer snapped, slamming her book shut and tossed it to the ground. "I'm really not in the mood to spend the whole night fighting with you."

"Then don't," Ali stated. Before Spencer could respond the blonde jumped off the bed and grabbed her cellphone. "What do you guys want?" When she got no response in return she added. "Pizza?"

"Like it matters what we want," Spencer mumbled.

"What was that?" Ali asked, stepping towards the brunette.

"Guys. Stop! Just one night. One night without fighting. Please," Aria said loudly, staring at the two.

"Whatever," Ali whispered. Without another word, she dialled the number and left the room. Once she was sure the door was shut behind her, she slowly crept down the stairs. As she stepped down onto the last step it let out a loud creak, scaring her.

"Shit," she whispered to herself. Plopping down onto one of the barstools in the kitchen, she ended the call, tossed the phone onto the table, and placed her head in her hands. 'Why does Spencer always have to start something? It's not like I want to fight 24/7.' She thought to herself, sighing. Looking around the kitchen, her eyes stopped on some pictures that were pinned to the bulletin board in the corner. She got up and slowly made her way over, as if she were trying to avoid landmines.

Smiling, she reached for the photo pinned to the top of the pile, the most recent. It was of the five girls together at the Rosewood Day pool. It was taken a couple of weeks ago at Emily's last swim meet of the season. The sharks had won. Looking over her friend's faces, Alison stopped on the swimmer's. She was squished between Hanna and herself and she had the biggest smile on her face. A smile that she had stopped showing, only letting it out every so often.

'Three months last week.' Ali thought frowning. Three months since the phone call that was sure to change everyone's lives forever. Three months since Pam and Emily Fields' lives turned right around smashed right into a dead end. Three months since the death of Wayne Fields.

Killed in action. That's how they described his death. One look at the family and you might've thought that it had affected Pam the most. At the funeral there was never a time when there weren't tears running down her cheeks. As they watched the casket being lowered into the ground, Pam's knees had buckled and she was down to the ground in a second. But then there was Emily. Throughout all of this, not a single tear was shed… At least not in the presence of anyone else.

On the outside it was Pam who was suffering to most, but when you looked deep down, you could tell that Emily was suffering just as much, if not even more. Not letting anyone in also had its fair share of pressure on the situation.

All of the girls could see it. Pam and all of the other mothers could see it. Emily was slowly losing herself in this depression and it was ruining her life. Ali had heard Pam talking with the other adults a couple of weeks ago about Emily. The brunette was clinically depressed and had been prescribed certain medications in order to help.

That's one of the reasons why they had planned this sleepover. The four girls wanted to at least try to bring Emily out of her funk, even if it was just for one night.

Alison tore her eyes away from the picture and sighed. She couldn't help that she wanted to do anything possible to help her friend. 'Maybe because you love her.'

"Obviously I love her," she whispered to herself. 'As a friend.' She thought. She quickly pushed the thoughts into the back of her head and returned to the table where she had left the phone. Dialling the pizza place, she let her mind forget about her earlier thoughts and started thinking about what to order.

"Hello?" Said the voice through the phone.

Clearing her throat, Alison said in a confident voice, "Hi, I'd like to order a pizza for delivery."