My first song fic so please bear with me... biased on why do you only call me when you're high by Arctic Monkeys. read and review :D
I wake up to my phone buzzing. I look at my alarm to find that it's 3am. It's her I know it before I even check caller id. I answer the call and bring the phone up to my ear. "Emmy" says Ali's voice on the other end. "Shes probably doped out again" I think to myself. "Hello Alison" I reply. "Emmmily come over" she whines. "Yup she's definitely high again ughh she spends way too much time with her damn brother" I say inwardly. Careful not to say it aloud.
"Do I have to" it's not really much of a question since I already know the answer. "Yes" Alison says in a sultry tone. "I'll be there in 20 minutes" I say. "Ok" she giggles into the phone. I hung up and rolled out of bed I don't change out of my pajamas I head straight for my keys. Once I get my keys I'm through the door and backing out of my driveway.
Used that's how I feel every time I see her. I feel so Used and angry that she only wants to see me when she's like this , and really it's torture for me to have to see her this way..
I open the front door of the di laurentis home knowing well that it's unlocked despite the obvious safety hazards because of the presence of A. Quietly I make make my way upstairs to Ali's room hoping we're alone in the house because I know what's going to happen now.
What do you think Em' s got planned? Stay tuned to find out...